#lol i told him he has pretty eyes and he didn't know how to respond to that either tho

[okay-babe]

Headcannons ~ Alastor with a reader who has a contract with Valentino...

tags: alastor x fem! reader, established relationship (in the final third of the post), cam star! reader, possessive! alastor, valentino sucks (as usual), mild angst, mild nsfw note: okay so I got an ask wanting to know my thoughts on Alastor with a reader who used to be in a contract with Valentino and has to interact with him, but I misread it as Alastor with a reader who is currently in a contract with Valentino and has to interact with him lol, so here's this! (The actual request should be fulfilled soon, my bad anon!).

♱. At first, Alastor definitely thought you were more than just a little foolish for having made a deal with an overlord like Valentino (bro does not understand the concept of victim blaming).

♱. In his mind, the moth is so blatantly rancid that it just doesn't make any sense for anyone to ever think otherwise, even for a moment.

♱. But then, as he gets to know you better, he starts to see things a little bit differently.

♱. "This is gonna sound stupid..."

♱. You told him one day while speaking on the topic of the overlord who owned your soul, a rare occurrence indeed due to the stigma your contract seemed to carry.

♱. "But honestly, Val was the first person down here to actually make me feel like I was... I dunno... attractive?"

♱. You groaned at the end of your sentence, burying your head in your hands,

♱. "I just... I didn't recognize myself anymore, the person in the mirror wasn't me, y'know? It's like one second I was a human, and the next I was, well, this!"

♱. You exclaimed, gesturing to yourself all the while.

♱. "In a way, his absolutely ridiculous insistence that he could make me into a star made me realize that just because I looked a little different didn't mean I looked bad..."

♱. You trailed off, hands stuffed into your pockets as you looked into the distance,

♱. "And then when I learned about everything he had to offer? I mean how could I have possibly said no? It felt like a win-win back then, or at least something close to it. He promised that no one would touch me, that all he needed was my pretty face and a camera."

♱. You looked toward your then friend with a sigh, a tired smile plastered upon your face,

♱. "I guess he kept that part of the bargain, huh? I just never really thought he would end up being so... awful."

♱. You cringed at the end of your statement, eyes going glassy for a few moments before you suddenly clapped your hands together, standing up abruptly immediately afterward.

♱. "Haha, anyways, you have to have like a thousand contracts right? There's gotta be some good stories there."

♱. As you urged him to speak further on his own experiences, Alastor couldn't help but reconsider his previous thoughts regarding your deal.

♱. Perhaps you weren't as foolish as he had initially thought.

♱. Honestly though, as time goes on and your friendship develops even further, Valentino's contract with you really doesn't end up being that pressing of a topic.

♱. Most of the time, any thoughts regarding the overlord go unsaid, and your business with him is considered yours and yours alone.

♱. That is, until you miss a photo shoot for Slayboy magazine (sorry) and the moth turns up at the hotel, clearly pissed off.

♱. So pissed off in fact, that he had neglected to consider the fact that it wouldn't necessarily be you who responded to his incessant banging...

♱. With a wide grin and an almost obnoxious flourish, the radio demon opened the door, leaning slightly on his staff as he regarded the moth with an amused hum.

♱. "Oh my, the vice demon himself here to visit our humble hotel? Why, to what do I owe the displeasure?!"

♱. He exclaimed, watching as the man's eye twitched slightly in response.

♱. "Where is she?!"

♱. He growled, moving to stalk past Alastor only to be stopped at the pressure of the overlord's microphone against his chest,

♱. "Ah ah ah,"

♱. He tutted,

♱. "You most certainly do not want to do that."

♱. His voice held a hint of warning to it, and a great deal of amusement, his eyes full of malice as he spoke.

♱. Valentino glared,

♱. "Fuck off you corny old bitch, this doesn't concern you."

♱. In response, Alastor simply chuckled, his bones popping and muscles splitting as he slowly began to grow in size, in no mood for the other demon's antics.

♱. "Oh but that's where you're wrong, you insufferable wretch."

♱. He said with an earsplitting grin,

♱. "Anything that involves my most esteemed employee very much does concern me."

♱. In reaction to the sight before him, Valentino snarled, but took a step backward nonetheless, not quite stupid enough to pick a fight with the radio demon on his own.

♱. "Ugh, fine!"

♱. He shouted,

♱. "But you tell that fucking whore to be on site in thirty or I'll find a way to kill her twice!"

♱. And with that, he was turning back toward his limo, ignoring the loud radio static that sounded from behind as he did so.

♱. Of course though, that was just about the only time that Valentino ever got away with ordering you around in front of Alastor, because soon enough, your friendship began to bloom into an extremely unexpected romance.

♱. And after that?

♱. Well, Alastor became a lot less tolerant of the idea that something like your soul belonged to someone else.

♱. He was constantly glaring daggers at the moth demon nearly every time he saw him, be it at an overlord meeting, or even the photo shoots you had in studios outside of the V's gaudy looking headquarters (he might love you, but starting a war with Vox by hanging around in that tower definitely wouldn't be a very smart move).

♱. Makes a show of helping you undress at each and every shoot that he does go to though, neatly folding your clothing for you before pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

♱. "Go on then, my dear."

♱. He would purr,

♱. "I'll just be here enjoying the view if you need me." (He's so corny).

♱. Absolutely despises the fact that your deal forces you to show your body the way that you do in front of a camera. Like not a fan at all.

♱. He doesn't really judge you for it knowing why you ended up making your deal in the first place, but he has absolutely killed an obscene number of sinners and hellborn fools that he witnessed viewing your content in public.

♱. "Al, they're not doing any harm!"

♱. You commented one day after the particularly gruesome murder of a random sinner, arms crossed.

♱. "Oh, on the contrary, darling,"

♱. He'd purred with a wide and unsettling grin,

♱. "I'm afraid they were looking a bit too intently at what's mine."

♱. Yeah you didn't argue too much after that.

♱. (Not like it would ever do you any good to anyway).

♱. Whether or not he actually tries to find you a way out of your contract though, is really entirely up to you in the grand scheme of things.

♱. He certainly isn't fond of it, the idea of another man owning you and all...

♱. But in the end he'll get over it if you really want him to... Just give him a few hundred years or so...

♱. (Yeah unless you can give him like a thousand spectacular reasons not to, he's going to try to find a way to get you out of that deal with Valentino).

♱. Still, in the meantime, he definitely makes your shoots feel a little bit less daunting (although if Val makes one more comment about how lucrative a photo set with you and the radio demon would be, you're worried Al might actually kill the guy).

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[halsteadlover]

Night Struggles

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Female!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: your daughter has to sleep in her bassinet but Jay isn’t on the same page.

• Warnings: none.

• Word count: 785.

• A/N: so I had this in the draft for a while and decided to post it since I was craving some dad!Jay. I got this idea from a tiktok so here it is lol. I hope you’ll like it, let me know what you think and comment, like and reblog if you want ❤️ Thank you so much for your constant support, love you all xx

“Babe! Where's Isabel?”.

You walked into your bedroom while your husband was lying in bed, pretending to be focused on his cell phone and not hearing you.

You stood in front of him, hands on hips and eyebrow raised as you waited for him to look at you.

“Huh? What did you say darling?” he asked dumbly, finally looking at you and flashing you one of the most charmed smiles he was capable of.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “You heard me, don't play dumb Halstead.”

“I don't know what you're talking about babe, Isabel should be in her bassinet,” he feigned a hint of concern. You pulled back the blanket that was partially covering his chest, revealing your little girl in his arms who wouldn't stop waving her little arms and giggling as soon as she saw you.

“Jay! She should sleep in her crib!” you scolded him and pointing your finger at him as you tried to hold back a smile at the sight of that wonderful scene. She was lying on his bare chest, her little head resting on his shoulder as he stroked her back.

“No she doesn’t!” he exclaimed with an almost offended expression as his arms spontaneously squeezed his baby, as if he was afraid you might take her away from him. “She wants to sleep here with her dada, don't you princess?” he asked her, however aware she wouldn’t be able to answer him. He lifted her into the air as she kept waving her arms and legs, giggling and screaming as she watched her father. “Oh yes she does. You always want to be with your dad, right? You're still too little to be alone. You’ll sleep with mama and dada.”

You chuckled as you let out a frustrated sigh, knowing he'd never give in. “But she has to start sleeping in her bassinet baby, or she’ll get too used being with us.”

“She has to sleep with us, she told me that and I can’t say no to this little pretty face. No, I can’t,” he replied using his baby voice, but always keeping his eyes on his daughter who was drooling as she had his little fingers in her mouth and babbled with her little voice. He pulled her closer to her and left kisses on her cheeks. “She won't go anywhere without me and she’ll sleep here tonight, from tomorrow she’ll stay in her bassinet I promise.”

You knew this would never happen but you didn't respond, instead sitting on the edge of the bed as you continued to watch Jay's love for his little girl with a huge smile on your face.

There was no doubt he was madly in love with her, from the moment she let out her first breath as a newborn. You had never seen him like that, so happy. Of course, he had always been sweet with you, so thoughtful, attentive in everything he did and everything that concerned you, but the way he looked at Isabel, God, that little girl had him wrapped around her little finger.

Jay would’ve never believed how such a tiny creature could turn his world upside down like that and yet there he was, his heart bursting with joy as he hugged his little girl.

“Come on baby, how can you say no to this face?” he asked, placing his face next to Isabel's and turning to you. You alternated your gaze between one and the other and still almost couldn't believe how much they looked alike. There would’ve been no need for a paternity test, you had birthed Jay's twin.

You sighed, unable to pretending being mad any longer. It really was impossible, not when the loves of your life looked at you like this. “I hate you Halstead,” you muttered.

He laughed and opened his free arm, as an invitation to join them. “Come here my love.”

You didn't make him repeat it twice and you lay down next to him, leaving a kiss on his lips and on Isabel's forehead who extended her little arms towards you, eager to be held by her mother.

“I love you two so damn much baby,” he whispered in your ear as he kissed your cheek, his hand caressing Isabel’s little head.

This was all you wanted, all you wished for. Your beautiful little family and, God, you couldn't be happier. You had a wonderful husband who loved you and his little girl with all his being, and a wonderful daughter, full of joy and life, and even though it was difficult sometimes and there were moments where you thought you couldn't do it, you wouldn't have it any another way.

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[spicyspiders]

HEYYY I love your fics I seriously can't count how many times I've reread them, anyway so like you/n (amab pls) he's a Sargeant in task force 141 and they really don't know much about him, like barely bits and pieces he's just a workaholic and doesn't talk with them much, also for his personality pls make him cold and like scary kinda anyway so price literally had to order him to join him and ghost for a drink at the bar and they were talking and somehow the conversation led became more of a sex talk, reader is a virgin btw like that man has never even had his first kiss (but like he knows how sex works n stuff) and when he told them they were both like in shock n shit anyway so after that both of them just made it their mission to change that, randomly calling reader to prices office n him and ghost are just there, wait it's a lil hard to explain so basically price pulls reader on his lap, and kisses him, and immediately after ghost kisses him, they start off with like maybe a handjob or a blow job for the reader, who's extremely sensitive mind you, fingering him for at least half an hour while he's just a whimpering mess, ghost ended up popping his cherry since price got the first kiss, literally just showering him with praise, def got overstimulated, crying from it and it's probably the first time they've seen him cry, maybe a bit of fluff at the end oh and for kinks like just a shit ton of praise, overstim, crying, nd if u wanna add anything else it's cool

so sorry I didn't realise how long this is but if you do it thank you so much (*´˘`*)♡

I’m glad you like them! Here’s 5k words of smut lol I hope you enjoy!

“What do you want to drink?” Price asked when the three of you step up to the bar. 

“Water.”

You looked over at Price and Ghost, waiting for them both to put in their orders. What you received in return was an unimpressed look from both men, the bartender even had a similar look on their face. 

With a roll of your eyes, you order something else, “Bud Light.”

“Glass or bottle?”

“Bottle.”

“Do you want to start a tab?” The bartender asks, you look over to Price and Ghost and watch Price nod. 

“No,” you responded before handing the bartender your card. 

You felt the two men stare holes into you as you signed the receipt. You didn’t wait for them to order, instead, you made your way to an empty table. 

“Why am I not surprised you picked the most secluded table?” Price asked. 

“Do you want to sit at the bar?” You asked Price. 

“No,” Ghost said, responding for Price. 

“Maybe the next time we go to the bar,” Price said, settling down on one side of the table. 

“There won’t be a next time,” you respond, watching as Ghost sat down beside his captain. 

“Why not?” Price asks, taking a slow sip of his drink. 

“Too many people,” you say, looking around the room, “they stare too much.”

“We just got here and you already have someone eyeing you down?” Price asked, craning his neck to try and see who was looking at you. 

“Stop,” you hiss, the hand around your bottle tightening.

Price and Ghost exchange a look before Price chuckles. 

“Well?” Ghost asks as Price takes another sip of his drink.

“Well, what?” You ask. You felt an itch in your hand that was wrapped around the bottle. It reminded you of that contagious feeling of watching someone yawn. 

“Are you going to go talk to them? Or better yet, let them talk to you?” Price asks. 

You lifted your bottle to take a sip of your beer. You looked away from Price as you thought over his words, noticing how one of the patrons at the bar quickly looked away after you made eye contact.

Not that you really needed to think it over, “no, and what do you mean let them talk to you?” 

“You are pretty scary,” Ghost responds, like it was the easiest question for him to answer. 

Price claps a hand on his shoulder, “and this is coming from the man whose code name is Ghost,” he said, pulling his hand away with a chuckle.

“I’m not scary,” you grumble. 

It went quiet at the table for a few moments as the three of you drank what you bought. You were nearly done with your beer by the time Price spoke again. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, of course, he was the one to speak. 

“What would you even do?” He asks, his mouth curving up on one side. Your eyes followed the upturn of his mouth, taking in his slightly darkened cheeks. 

You knew what he was asking. Of course you knew, “what do you mean?” You asked, feigning innocence. 

It didn’t work, not that you were surprised. You haven’t felt innocent in a long time. At least, not in all aspects. 

Price’s smirk turns into a full on grin, and you wondered if the ruddy color in his cheeks were from the alcohol, or the topic he was trying to bring up. 

“You know what I mean,” Price says, pointing a finger in your direction. 

You looked over at Ghost, wordlessly asking him with your expression if Price was serious. It seemed that they both were, to your dismay. Ghost looked at you, his brows raised in question.  

“I don’t want that,” you respond before looking away. 

“Sex?” Price asks quietly, like he wasn’t the one trying to bring the topic up. 

“Not right now, but maybe someday,” you glance over at Price and grit your teeth when you see his mouth slightly agape. 

“Wait,” Price says slowly, “have you never-“

“No,” you answer, cutting him off. 

“We have to change that,” Price says, seemingly ignoring what you had to say. 

“I told you I don’t want that— not with a civvy.” You clear your throat and ease your grip on your bottle, “I want someone more understanding of my line of work,” you clarify, looking away from the two men. 

You miss the look that Price and Ghost exchange. 

“It doesn’t have to be with anyone here,” Price says. 

“Do you have someone in another task force you’re going to set me up with?” You ask, feeling as if your eyes are about to roll out of your head. 

“Something like that,” Ghost mutters. The man groans after you hear a loud thunk under the table. 

You look back at the two men, your brows furrowed in confusion, 

-

“You wanted to see me, sir?” You ask when entering Price’s office. 

You stood stock still trying to ignore the presence of the other man in the room, but feeling his eyes on you made it difficult. 

“Is he supposed to be here?” You ask, sending a glance to the couch Price had in his office. Ghost sat on the couch, or more so he was spread out looking comfortable. 

“He is. It’s what we talked about, remember?” Price came from around his desk to lean against the front. 

You looked from Ghost to Price, “what’d we talk about?”

Ghost chuckled, “it would probably be easier if you showed him.”

In the line of work you were in, one of the first things you learned was to expect the unexpected. You expected when you came into Price's office to have a meeting, and you thought it was going to be about the last mission. What you didn’t expect was for Price to step up to you, invade your space, and press his lips to yours. 

It caught you off guard, and when you remembered that Ghost was also in the room, your body went rigid. Your hands stayed at your sides, not knowing whether you wanted to push the man away or not. Not knowing what not pushing away Price would bring was also confusing, making your mind race. 

Price pulled away after a few moments of you not responding. You guess that wasn’t a nice feeling. “I’ve never,” your mouth closes, not knowing the right words to use. Never kissed anyone? Never done this?

You had seen movies and watched television shows about the topic, and there had been men in the past that you wanted to kiss, but you simply hadn’t done it yet. Hell, you had even watched porn when that feeling became too much and you needed the relief. There was always that craving there though that simply just watching those things could never bring. 

“That’s okay,” Price whispers, “we’re going to take this slow,” he says before your lips meet again. Two of his hands find your face so he can fix the angle. You must be doing something right, you think, because when you respond slowly back to the kiss, you hear Price let out a soft noise. 

“Good?” Price asks when he pulls away. 

Your nerves are still there, not all quite gone yet, but with each passing moment, you feel them disappear. “Yes, sir,” you whisper back. You lick over your lips, a flash of something you aren’t quite sure of making itself known in your stomach when your mind flashes to what just happened. 

Price’s eyes track the movement before looking back into your eyes. He gives you a soft smile as he runs his thumb down your cheekbone, “none of that now. Call me John.”

“John,” you whisper, testing the name out on your lips. It wasn’t the first time you had called him by his first name, but you were used to the formality of referring to him by his title and his last name. 

“Good boy,” John says. He pulls you into another kiss, not letting you think over how the words make you feel. All you knew was that you liked the way the words made you feel. 

You’re still not quite sure where to put your hands as they hang at your sides. You choose to focus on the kiss, and how it makes your brain short-circuit when you feel John’s tongue swipe at the seam of your lips. 

You let out a noise similar to a whimper when John pulls away, “want to go sit down with Ghost?”

His words bring you back to the moment, your body heating up when you remember that you’ve had an audience the whole time. You’re fixed with Ghost’s warm gaze as you walk the few steps to the couch. One of his hands goes to the back of your neck, his warm fingers digging into the tense skin. 

You watch John at his desk as he grabs a few things from one of the drawers and places them on the desk. Ghost’s warm breath puffs at your ear as you feel his eyes on you. 

“You okay?” Ghost asks.

“Yes sir,” you respond, sending a glance his way. 

“What did John say?” He asks before he presses his smile into your neck. 

You almost want to roll your eyes, “yes, Simon,” you say, correcting yourself. 

“Good boy,” he whispered into the skin of your neck, making you shiver. You hated to admit it, but if it meant you would receive praise in return, you think you would start doing what it took. 

You always enjoyed praise, especially with the work you did. Hearing back after a mission that what you did was good, that it made the mission go smoothly, or that it meant you helped just one extra person made you feel like the effort you were putting in truly mattered. 

You knew that the work you did mattered, but you also knew that you were surrounded by a group of highly trained professionals, and knew that if you needed to be replaced, you could. 

You quickly became lost in what Simon was doing, as you had with John. He wasn’t kissing your lips, but he was pressing his lips to whatever skin on your neck he could find, and once he was done with each spot, he would move on to the next. 

When he added his teeth and tongue to the mix, you felt the tension leave your body. You went slack before your back fell into the couch. Maybe it was what Simon was doing to you that made the couch feel so comfortable, or maybe it was John’s position that led him to gain such a comfortable piece of furniture. 

Your neck as well went to the back of the couch, which only gave Simon more access to your skin. You never knew your neck could be so sensitive, you also never knew the pleasure it could bring. You were used to pain, and had even built a substantial tolerance to the feeling, but it felt like Simon was wrecking your hard work. 

You could feel your cock stir and grow when Simon attached his lips to your pulse point on your neck. He bit into the skin enough that when he sucked at the spot, you knew that it would leave a mark. You let out a low noise when Simon’s tongue ran over the spot, soothing the stimulated area. 

Your eyes fell closed and your mouth fell open when Simon’s other hand made its way to your hardening cock. It made you feel dizzy at the rush of blood heading south. 

You couldn’t help it when your hips jumped into Simon’s palm. His skin felt hot, even through the material of your pants.

Simon moves even closer and wraps the arm with the hand on your neck around your shoulder. When you open your eyes, you see just how close Simon is. His eyes are dark with lust and they get closer and closer. 

Simon’s lips were centimeters away from yours when John made himself known again. You shiver under the intense gaze he sends your way, but then your attention is stolen back by Simon. 

You hear John’s knees hit the floor before Simon pulls you into a kiss harder than the ones John had given you. You weren’t really sure what to do when you feel a tongue running over your lips that isn’t yours. The choice is made for you when a hand goes back over your groin and your mouth opens. 

You always thought it would be kind of gross to have another man’s tongue in your mouth, and it still kind of was now that you’re experiencing it, but it was the best kind of gross. It was kind of like the feeling you got after taking a shower after a long day. It was gross having built up a sweat all day, but it somehow made your shower at the end of the day feel even better. 

The noises you let out sound foreign even though they’re your own as Simon’s tongue makes its way inside. He maps out the inside of your mouth, starting with your front teeth and then moving back. You moan low in your throat when Simon’s tongue meets yours, and Simon answers with a moan of his own. 

You pull back from the kiss when you feel a pair of hands working your pants open. Opening your eyes, you see that it was John’s hand that was just on the bulge outlining your pants as he now works the garment open and down. 

“This is not what I meant by someone more understanding,” you pant down at John. You feel your legs tremble, but you aren’t really sure of the cause. 

When John notices, he runs his hands up and down your legs, his fingers teasing the edge of your underwear. “Do you want us to stop?” He questions. 

“No,” you gasp, your head falling back onto the couch as Simon bites another mark into your neck. 

John bites down on one of your thighs before moving to the other. He doesn’t linger like Simon, you notice. He makes quick work of your underwear and pants, tossing the clothing in a direction you’re too busy to wonder about currently. 

You let out a loud moan when John sucks your cock into the warm suction of his mouth. John’s strong hands keep your hips down so you don’t accidentally thrust into his mouth. 

You hear a chuckle in your ear before a hand quickly covers your mouth, “quiet, baby. You don’t want Soap and Gaz to hear do you?” Simon whispers into your ear. 

You don’t respond to Simon, too focused on the fact that he just fucking called you baby. And it’s also difficult to think of a response as John works his surprisingly skillful tongue around your cock. 

You feel sweat at the base of your neck, making the collar of your shirt stick to your warm skin. You want nothing more than to rip the rest of your clothes off, but your hands lay at your sides as you clench your fingers into the cushions. 

Your balls draw tight, but you aren’t able to warn John as your orgasm quickly approaches. You try to pull at the hand on your mouth, but Simon’s grip only tightens. The moans you let out vibrate into the skin of Simon’s palm as your orgasm finally hits. 

Your body trembles, John’s hands tightening as he swallows down all your cock has to offer. You whimper into Simon’s palm as John lets out a moan of his own at the taste of your spend, the vibrations of John’s noise traveling down your cock. 

John pulls off with a slick pop before he rises. He plops down on your other side and knocks Simon’s hand away. John kisses you wetter than before, his tongue making its way inside. 

You moan softly when his tongue meets yours and the taste of your cum on John’s tongue hits yours. He cradles your cheek in one hand, the other making its way under your shirt to find your sweaty skin. 

Simon makes his way into the spot John just was, your spent cock giving an interested twitch. 

John turns your face back towards his so he can press his lips to yours softly before pulling his hand away. John pulls your shirt off and lets out a snicker when he accidentally throws it at Simon. 

“Sorry,” John says, a sly grin stretching across his face. 

Simon tosses the shirt away with an unimpressed look. He pulls his own shirt off before lifting your legs onto his broad shoulders. He turns to press a kiss into the skin of your calf. One of his hands grabbed what you guess was a bottle of lube, likely one of the items John grabbed from his desk. 

You made a mental note to ask yourself if John had always kept those in there, and how many times he had used them. That is, if you could remember after what John and Simon are going to do to you. 

You let out a whimper at the feel of a cold, lube-coated finger between your legs at your hole. You look down at Simon, your cock giving another stir at the way Simon is looking at your hole. 

“Have you ever touched yourself down here?” Simon asked, his finger tracing a slow circle around your hole. 

“No,” you say quietly, not even sure why Simon was asking. 

“That’s okay, baby,” Simon murmurs, pressing another kiss to your calf. 

You let out a long whine as Simon pushed his finger in slowly. Your whine ended once his finger was all the way inside. It was only one finger, but it already felt as if it edged on too much. 

“Shh, love, we’ve got you,” John says softly into your ear. He showers your face in soft, comforting kisses as Simon starts to move his finger. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, his hand running down your chest until he reaches one of your nipples to play with. 

Simon’s finger moves in and out of your hole at a slow pace, letting you get used to the length and thickness.

Price turns your neck to press his lips against yours. Too lost in the kiss, it catches you off guard when Simon’s finger finds the bundle of nerves you always knew would set you alight. You had watched porn before and knew that most of the higher quality videos were fake, but from the amateur videos you had seen, you knew how intense prostate stimulation could be.   

You almost felt like one of the men in the videos. Without the studio lights, scripts, and cameras of course. 

“Feel good, baby?” John asks, his use of the pet name causing a rush of warmth to fly through your veins. 

You hear the men both chuckle at the sound of your loud moan when Simon’s finger runs back over your prostate. Like Simon had done before, a hand makes its way over your mouth, but instead, it’s John’s. 

You whimper into John’s hand when Simon pulls his finger from your clenching hole. It only takes a few seconds for his finger to be back, this time with a second finger accompanying the first. 

Simon pushes the two fingers inside as slowly as he did when it was just one. It was already intense with just one, but now with two, you could really feel the place Simon was carving out inside you. 

“Can you be quiet for us?” John asked into your ear. 

Simon paused, giving you time to nod your answer. It made you frustrated, but John kept you from pushing your hips into Simon’s fingers with a heavy arm across your hips. His arm brushes your hardening cock, which only made it worse. 

You nod quickly, hoping Simon would get back to what he was doing. Simon does continue on, at the same slow pace, letting you get used to the two fingers. 

“Good boy,” John says, before pulling his hand away. 

You bite your lip, holding back your noises as Simon spreads his fingers apart inside of you, opening you up. The burn brings tears to your eyes, threatening to quickly spill over. 

John adds to the burn Simon is causing, but instead of adding to the one inside your body, he takes to parts on the outside. He places kisses down your body starting at your cheek. When he gets to your neck, he pays particular attention to the skin around the marks Simon has left. 

You don’t know if it’s some type of weird possessive competition that John and Simon have going on, all you know is that it’s difficult to keep quiet under the attention John is giving you. 

You felt pricks of Simon’s stubble as he placed his spots on your neck, but with John, he had the added stimulation of a full on beard. His beard went over the spots that Simon had left as he made his own, reigniting the nerves. 

Once he was satisfied with the marks he had left, Simon continued his trail down your body. The next area he stopped at was your nipples. It almost felt similar to what he had done to your neck as he bit one of them into hard nubs. Once it had hardened, he ran his tongue over the heated skin. When he pulled off, the first was puffy and swollen, and as you watched him move to the second, you knew it would soon match the first. 

When John pulled away, that’s when your tears finally fell. What ultimately broke and made the tears fall was when John’s beard brushed one of your nipples. You raised an arm to your mouth to bite into the flesh of your arm to stifle your moans. 

You felt your cock give a throb as it stood fully hard. You felt your cock drool, a clear pearl of precum falling from the head, much like how your tears fell. 

You almost thought John was going to do what he did earlier and go back down to suck your cock back in his mouth. John fixed your cock with a heated look, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his eyes tracked the movement as another glob of precum fell from the head of your cock. 

Instead, he pulled your arm from your mouth and pressed your lips together. John let out a hum of pleasure when your tongue found its way inside his mouth. Your tongues slid together in a slower rhythm than the way Simon’s finger was now steadily fucking in and out of your hole. 

John swallowed any moan that you let out, and answered with a louder noise of his own when your other hand made its way down to his clothed cock. 

You let out a whine when John broke the kiss, but it was only to create enough space that he was able to pull his clothes off. 

With each piece of clothing he would pull off, you would drag your eyes over the new skin he allowed you to see. You knew John was a muscular man, but what surprised you was the amount of hair that lay on his chest. 

You ran a hand up his chest, through the soft hair, all the way up until you could wrap your hand around the back of his neck and pull him down for another kiss. 

Simon was slow to add the third finger to the other two. You wondered how big Simon and John’s cock were, and if three of Simon’s thick fingers would even be enough. If three fingers already quickly left you feeling full, you wonder how Simon’s cock would make you feel. 

The wet noise of Simon fucking his fingers in and out of your hole rang loud in your ears. The sound nearly drowned out the soft smack of your lips when John broke the kiss. Simon’s fingers left your hole with a slick noise, leaving it feeling open. 

You expected another finger to be added to the mix, but instead felt the blunt head of Simon’s cock at your hole. He teased your entrance with the head, a breathy moan leaving his lips when the head would catch. 

Your legs fell from Simon’s shoulders before he pulled away to strip all the way down. His cock hung heavy between his thighs as he slipped out of his pants. You watched, mesmerized as the man grabbed the lube to slick up his cock. 

Your breath caught in your throat when you felt the slick head at your entrance after he settled your legs back over his shoulders. 

“Breath, love,” John murmured, running a slow hand up and down your side. He kissed you, soft and slow when Simon started to push in. 

Simon’s hands were at your hips, gripping the skin in a steady grip. Once he bottomed out, leaving you feeling full, his hands moved up to your face to wipe away the tear tracks from your face. 

Simon swooped down to claim your lips in a wet kiss, like he was trying to make up for lost time while he had fingered you. 

What felt like a long few minutes later, Simon was finally pulling out. He watched his cock leave your hole until only the head was left pressing against your entrance. He looked up, not pushing back inside until you nodded. 

Your stomach felt full on each of Simon’s slow thrusts in. It burned as you continued to adjust to his length and girth, but what sped that process along was when his cock would graze your prostate. 

Simon’s slow pace soon sped up as you let out encouraging moans. His heavy balls slapped against your ass as he set up a fast pace. 

You only felt the pleasure Simon gave for far too short of a time than you expected. It took you by surprise when you felt your orgasm growing fast in your gut. 

You tried to warn John, but your orgasm quickly shot through you when the man reached down to grab your cock. Ropes of cum shot out, landing over John’s fist after he gave a few slow strokes. The rest landed on your chest, coating your heaving, sweaty skin in ropes of white. 

Above you, you could hear Simon let out a nearly animalistic noise as he went even after, chasing after his orgasm. His hands moved once again to your hips as he sped up. It made you feel used in a way that you didn’t know you could enjoy, like you were just a toy for Simon to use for his pleasure. 

Simon’s head fell back, his hands tightening to a bruising grip as his orgasm overtook him. He let out a long groan, the noise ending with a breathy, punched-out moan at the end of his high.  

The thrust of Simon’s cock after your orgasm into the swollen bundle of nerves in your hole sent you into overstimulation. By the time Simon had come, your tears had fallen again, relief coming in the form of Simon’s orgasm as his thrusts came to a halt. 

Simon pulls free from your hole gently, your hole gaping. It made you shiver knowing that if John wanted, he could thrust right in without a problem. He lowered your legs down from his shoulders slowly, using his deft fingers to massage at the skin in your thighs. 

Simon leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips before he flopped down onto the empty spot on the couch in a sweaty heap. 

Price makes his way in between your legs, his hard cock brushing your leg. He wrapped his hand around the base of his thick cock, pulling the foreskin down. The wet of his cock kissed your hole, stopping Simon’s cum that was leaking from your hole. 

You let out a high pitched whine when John pushed the head of his cock slowly into your hole, “I can’t,” you whimper, more tears leaking from your eyes. 

“It’s just the tip, baby. Can you take it for me?” Price asks, gathering up the mess on your stomach with his fingers. 

You nod, your teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep in another whine. 

“Such a good boy,” John whispers against your lips before he closes the distance.

John uses the slick mess on his fingers to wet his cock. He strokes along the length of his cock, his orgasm quickly approaching by the sound of his gasps and moans. 

John ducks his head into the sweaty crook of your neck and comes with a long moan. Still stretched open from Simon’s cock and with the aid of John’s cock, his cum mixed with Simon’s. 

You could feel the mess of the mix of their cum leak from your hole when John pulls free. The moment he’s free, it’s John’s turn to lift your legs to his shoulders. He holds you up by your lower back with his strong hands so he can lean down lick your hole.  

John alters between broad swipes and quick flicks of his tongue to clean up your sore hole. Your soft cock gives a twitch when John fucks his tongue inside, making sure he’s thoughroughly cleaned the mess he and Simon have made. 

John pulls out and gives your hole one last broad swipe before finally pulling away. 

You watch with heavy lidded eyes as Simon gets up and steps past the pile of clothes the three of you made. He returns with a cloth to wipe the three of you down. He tosses the cloth away into the pile when he’s done before he sits back down onto the couch. 

John ends up at your other side, his arm back around your shoulder. “You okay?” He questions. 

Wordlessly, you nod, leaning your cheek into the kiss he presses against it. 

“Good?” Simon asks, making you roll your eyes. 

“Yes, sir,” you respond to Simon, and swat his hand away when his fingers try to pinch at your side.

#x male reader #x male reader smut #ghost x male reader #simon riley x male reader #ghost x male reader smut #john price x male reader #simon riley x male reader smut #john price x male reader smut

[becca-is-not-well]

Hi pretty!

So I have a super cute idea that won't let me rest

So basically how do you think chase davenport would react to the reader stealing his clothes

Like pajama pants, one of his flannels, a tee shirt

Id yoyu don't wanna write if you totally don't have to🩷

NAH HE WOULD BE SO FLUSTERED AT FIRST AND THEN BE LIKE "Wait why is this kinda-" LIKE HE'D GO 🤨😲😳🥺😏

Chase Davenport x reader

Warnings: fluffy, a little cheesy, and gets suggestive at the end (im sorry I couldn't help myself I love him sm sobbb) 2nd person (you/yours) also I didn't specify how the clothes fit cause I'm a big girl and I know for a fact Chase's clothes would be tight on me if I even managed to squeeze in lol so it's hopefully as inclusive as possible :)

"Hey, has anyone seen my blue flannel?" Chase asked the living room full of superheros.

"You have, like, a hundred blue flannels. Care to narrow it down at all?" Bree responded with her usual amount of attitude. Chase sent her an unamused look.

"Then have you seen my sweatpants? I'm staying with my girlfriend tonight and I can't find any of my clothes," he says exasperated.

"I bet Oliver stole them. He had a history," Kaz looks away his best friend with an amused smile.

"For the last time, I didn't realize they were your underwear! I wouldn't have touched them with a ten-foot pole if I had realized," Oliver shuddered at the memory while Bree and Chase both rolled their eyes.

"Oh! Skyler, have you seen my blue flannel and/or my sweatpants?" Chase asked the alien as she walked into the room.

"You have about a hundred blue flannels, how am I supposed to know which one you're looking for?" Skyler replied immediately. Bree pointed at Skyler dramatically while looking at her brother.

"See?!" She said triumphantly, happy for the unexpected validation. Chase rolled his eyes so hard, it was a surprise they didn't get stuck looking at his brain.

"And this is why I'm going away for the night," he said with a sarcastic smile before turning around and leaving the room.

After almost a half hour of searching, he still couldn't find his missing clothes. But Chase was nothing if not punctual, so he ended up just throwing some random clothes in his bag and heading out the door to get to your apartment on time.

Soon enough, he was right outside the familiar door that led into a small apartment. The man let out a content sigh as he opened the door and took in the familiar sights and smells of the place, happy to finally get away from his own home and spend the night with his love.

"Honey, I'm home!" Chase called out, only half joking.

A blur of blue and gray suddenly came full speed out of the bedroom, colliding with him in a tight hug. After taking a second to regain his balance, he chuckled and hugged you back just as hard.

"Hi, baby," he said, burying his face in your hair and breathing deeply. It had been a rough week for him, but all the tension in his body left with a simple hug.

"I missed you~" you said in a slightly whiny tone, holding onto Chase even tighter.

"Missed you too, bug," he chuckled at your enthusiasm to see him, warmth and love rising in his chest. No one had ever had a reaction like this to simply seeing him before- and it was definitely a boost in confidence.

After a few more moments in each other's embrace, you both pulled away slightly, smiling at each other. Silently, you met each other's lips for a sweet, slow peck.

"Wait- what are you-" Chase pulled away again, his big brain processing what he had seen you wearing in the split second he had looked down. "Is that my flannel?"

You just nodded with a sweetly oblivious smile, stepping back to show the whole outfit.

"And your pants- and this might be your t-shirt," you told him happily. Chase just stood there in confusion- and a little bit of awe. Sure enough, your entire outfit consisted of his clothes.

"Is- that okay?" You asked after a moment of silence from Chase.

"Uh- yeah! Yeah, of course," he replied, a smile working its way onto his face.

It was cliché, but he decided quickly that seeing his you in his clothes was the best thing that would ever grace his eyes. You just looked so cute standing there, a shy smile on your face as you presented the clothing that used to belong to him. Obviously, though, he thought you looked much better than he ever did in the clothes- he would never dream of asking for them back.

Soon, the innocent adoration turned into something a bit less innocent. A surge of possessiveness and pride swelled in him as he looked you up and down again.

"You look so pretty, I don't know if I want to take my clothes off you or just keep looking," he said, the surge of confidence overtaking him as he stepped closer again.

You let out a giggle as he took your waist in his hands, pulling your body closer.

"I may or may not have a preference," you told him, subconsciously biting your lip.

"Oh really? Why don't you show me which one you want, then?" Chase said with a smile, meeting you for another kiss.

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE REQUWST YOU HAVE NO IDRA HOW HAPPY I AM

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[mysicklove]

hello my love! ive been thinking bout collaring Tanjiro and how he would love it when you marked him. How he would have to deal with Zenitsu and Inosukes questions about the bite marks on his chest when they’re training. How he would beg you the next time you guys have sex to only bite around him thighs even if he loves it when you mark him.

🪷anon

A/N: your mind. i changed it just a tad, and wrote more than i shouldd have so its rlly poorly done. i need to repeat. this is VERY poorly done, but whatever lol.

CW: Gn! Reader, marking, nipple play

he looks at his reflection and has to bite back a whine. he loves the dark pink markings that cover his pale skin of course, but he get embarrassed so easily. especially when you go out of your way to tease him, pulling at his uniform to unbutton and show his chest to you. his face fumes, and his biting his knuckles, looking away from you.

he is stuttering and waving his hands in front of his face when Inosuke asks him who or what bit him. he had to come up with some fake story, with a red face, to try to steer him away. you of course are grinning for the entire conversation.

teasing him even more by giving the boys the idea of going to the hot springs. watching tanjiro cling onto u, and meekly shake his head and try to volunteer a different idea. his body is covered in hickies, nipples puffier than usual from the increased attention you gave them the night before. he knows they are bound to find out.

they drag him to the springs anyways, and the three of them are silent when they come back. nobody can bare to look at you, and the second you reach for tanjiros hand, the two of them are bolting out with a red face.

he whines when he pulls you into the bedroom, head immediately burying into your neck. hes mumbling stuff like, "they both know!" and, "its so embarrassing, Y/N! this is why I told u to only mark up my thighs! they wouldn't have saw if it was just that!"

he's pouting and you aren't making him feel any better. instead responding with, "aw, are you sure you didn't like the thought of them knowing your mine? does the thought not turn you on? cause I swear you were the one who begged me to mark—"

he covers your mouth in an instant, eyes wide and cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment. "I did not!"

you lick at his hand, and he pulls away, disgusted. you take this to your advantage, and push him onto the bed in an instant. his eyes widen, but almost automatically he is wrapping his arms around your neck, and leaning forward to kiss you. you use one hand to unbutton his shirt.

you start at the cooing, mumbling how pretty his skin looks covered in marks, and he hates that he agrees. his eyes are lidded and he is nodding at every remark, soaking up the praise, and loving the way you seemed to be enraptured by his body. it makes him feel loved. it makes him feel like he belongs to you. every inch of his skin is yours, he needs it to be engrained in his head. he wants more.

"please give me more! im yours, please please, want more!" hes clinging onto you, tears in his eyes, and withering when you lightly pinch his nipple again. it hurts with all the bite marks around it.

you grin at him, chuckling into his skin. "thought u said it was embarrassing?"

he pauses for a moment when he remembers the faces on his friends. gulping when he thinks about how embarrassing it was to have something so lewd over his body. he glances at you, "just my thighs?"

you trail your eyes down to said spot, and smile. you bite the tips of his ear, and mumble, "'s already marked up baby. gonna turn purple if i bully it again"

he shivers, and blinks up at you, before pausing. then, he covers his face with the back of his hand face. "fine, then mark me elsewhere. just be gentle...please?"

you peck at his mouth. "im always gentle." you tease, running your finger down to his redden nipple

he lets out an audible whine at the feeling, biting his teeth to not cry out. "s-such a liar!"

you don't respond, silently laughing as you begin to suck the skin below just his right ear.

#🪷 darling #sub tanjiro #tanjiro smut #x reader #reader insert #dom reader #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x reader smut

[starrgaziinggg]

SEE ME AT MY WORST | hwang hyunjin

anon request: Hyunjin has food poisoning and yn takes care of him (1.7k words)

warning: mentions of vomit (to my fellow emetophobic people I got you), nakedness (but not smut lol), swearing

"Don't come in here!" Hyunjin groans, his voice muffled from inside the bathroom. You'd knocked on the door a couple times, waiting for his response, and you weren't surprised to hear he didn't want you to come in.

Your ever-perfect boyfriend had no intention of letting you see him at his lowest. Despite being together for almost a year, you hadn't so much as seen him have a bad hair day. Whilst you woke up after a sleepover with drool dried to your chin, your hair a birds nest atop your head and your clothes sticking to you from Hyunjin's over bearing body heat, he woke up flawless. Always.

It was daunting, your significant other being so damn put together all the time, but you'd grown to accept and expect it after all these months. However, truth be told, when Changbin had messaged to tell you Hyunjin was practically dying from food poisoning and rotting away in his bedroom, you were more shocked than worried. The worst you'd seen of him thus far was when he'd broken his hand, and he didn't even let that stop him from maintaining his perfect persona.

You'd made your way to his dorm straight away, wasting no time in packing together a 'get well soon' bundle containing all of his favourite foods. Changbin's text explained exactly why you hadn't heard from your boyfriend all day, which was more than unusual for him.

Despite you're hurried rush to make sure Hyunjin was alright, you'd been decidedly locked out the dorms bathroom, where Hyunjin had locked himself in.

"I'm all gross and disgusting," he whines, and you hear him flush the toilet and slump down onto the floor. "I refuse for you to see me like this."

"Cut the dramatics," you reply, raising your voice so he can hear you through through the closed door. You lower yourself so you're sitting against it, holding the package in your lap.

Hyunjin only whines before you hear the distinct sound of throwing up, making you cringe at the thought of your poor boyfriend being so unwell. The door to Changbin's room swings open and he walks out lazily, throwing you a grin.

"He's not letting you see him?" He asks, leaning against the wall opposite of you, smirking. You shake your head with a half smile. "Figures. When he had tonsillitis last year he locked himself in his bedroom for a week."

"Stop bitching about me!" You hear Hyunjin shout, making you chuckle. The toilet flush goes off again.

"Grow a set!" Changbin shouts back, a smirk etched on his features. "She's your girlfriend, not the mass media."

"Fuck off Changbin!" Hyunjin whines, and you tilt your head at Changbin in defeat.

"Good luck with that," is all he responds with, picking up his keys from the hook beside the main door and making a swift escape. It left you and Hyunjin alone in the dorm, the other guys out at Chan's studio.

"Hyunjin, please let me in," you say desperately, resting your head against the door.

"No way," he replies, and you can just see him shaking his head.

You sigh, pulling your hands through your hair. "How did you even get food poisoning in the first place?"

"Dodgy kebab street vendor," he answers, audibly gagging at the reminder. "Jeongin warned me against it, but I was starving."

"You're appetite might be the death of you one day," you say sincerely, smiling when you hear him laugh. "How are you feeling now?"

"Like I've been run over six times and buried," he replies, turning the dramatics on full throttle. You roll your eyes fondly, tapping your feet together absentmindedly.

"The guys are all out," you tell him, unsure if he knows the ongoings of his dorm mates after being cooped up in the bathroom for however long. "They won't see you if you let me come in."

"I don't care," Hyunjin responds firmly. "I don't want my pretty girlfriend seeing me in such a gross state."

You don't reply straight away, thinking about another angle to attack this from. "Remember when I got super drunk after Seungmin and Felix's birthday party and threw up everywhere and you took care of me?" You remind him, hearing him agree from the other side of the door. "Did you think I was disgusting then?"

"No," he says instantly. "But that was different."

"How is it different?" You fire back, feeling contempt when he stays silent. "I just want to help you, Hyun. Let me in."

You're about to give up when you hear the bathroom lock turn slowly, though Hyunjin makes no effort to actually open the door. Huffing, you stand up and push it open, tilting your head with a sad smile at your boyfriend. His blonde hair is tussled, sticking to his forehead from the beads of sweat covering it. It was obvious he had a fever, especially due to the fact he was shirtless, sporting only grey joggers as he sat slumped against the back wall.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," you can't help but to tease.

"Get out," is all he says, looking at you with a deadly serious expression. You chuckle, closing the bathroom door and sliding down to lean against it. His eyes light up when you pass him the basket of goodies your brought him.

He takes it wordlessly, flicking through the items and looking up at you with his brown doe eyes. "You made this for me?"

"Thought it might cheer you up," you reply, smiling at him.

"Once this fucking food poisoning wears off I'll be devouring this shit," he says, making you laugh. He runs a hand through his hair, shaking it when it comes out soaked. "Gross. I'm literally gross. If you fall out of love with me after this I don't blame you."

"Don't be stupid," you say forwardly, leaning forward to swat him gently on the leg. "Do you know how amazing you are? You're only human, Hyun - you're still perfect in my eyes."

That makes him smile, though he tries his best to hide it. "I just feel all yucky and ugly."

"You literally have food poisoning," you remind him. "I'd be more worried if you didn't feel yucky. Do you feel like you're gonna throw up again?"

Hyunjin shakes his head. "I don't think I have anything left in me to throw up. I've not eaten anything since yesterday."

You pout at him, feeling more than sorry for your poor boyfriend. "Why don't I run you a cold shower, and when you're out I'll give you some antibiotics and I'll change your bedsheets, clean your room?"

"How did you know my rooms a mess?" He asks, ignoring everything else you've said. He had a tendency to focus on the most minuscule part of what you were saying.

"Cause your door was open when I came in - your sheets are visibly soaked from sweat and there's clothes all over the floor," you reply, smiling in a way that was all-knowing.

"Why are you so good to me?" He asks when you stand up to turn on the shower, making sure the temperature was cold but not too cold.

"Because you're my boyfriend," you respond simply. "And I love you and you'd do the same for me."

Once you deem the temperature suitable, you turn and grab Hyunjin's sweaty palms, helping him stand up. He sheds his clothes with your aid, stepping out of his joggers and boxers before stepping into the shower. You leave him to it, grabbing his clothes and bidding him a farewell.

It doesn't take you long to sort out his bedroom, putting his sheets and dirty clothes in the wash and tidying up anything else that was littering his usually immaculate room. You open the window and light some incense and candles too, since after a night of sweating Hyunjin's room had inevitably started to smell like a sewer. Once you were finished, his room was near enough unrecognisable, and you were pretty proud of your efforts.

The shower turned off a couple minutes before you'd finished, and just as you'd put a spare set of sheets on Hyunjin's bed, the man of the hour walked out with a towel wrapped around his torso. Despite it being entirely the wrong time, you couldn't help but think your boyfriend looked so handsome, his hair dripping onto his shoulders.

"Feeling better?" You ask, watching Hyunjin look around his room in awe. He walks up to you, placing his hands on your waist.

"A lot better," he mumbles, looking down at you lazily. "Thanks for cleaning my room and being an angel to me."

You giggle, tilting your head. "It's alright. Why don't you get changed and we can cuddle and watch a movie? Your antibiotics are sitting on your dresser with a glass of water," you tell him, pointing towards them before he squeezes your sides and heads towards his dresser, downing the pills with the water.

His bed had always been cosy, and now adorned with fresh sheets, you couldn’t help but snuggle into them. Flicking through Netflix, you put on Nevertheless; yours and Hyunjin’s comfort show. You’d never understood the hate it had received, though you could understand why people would rather watch an idolised and unrealistic version of a couple on screen.

Real life wasn’t happy montages and cheesy love scenes. People fall ill, people have bad days. True love, you thought, was being able to love and stick by someone even in their worst moments. When Hyunjin mopes over to you, flopping his lifeless body over yours and nestling himself between your legs, you thank every god above that you had the type of love that others can only dream of.

It doesn’t take long for Hyunjin to nod off, evident from his heavy breathing. His head rests gently on your thigh, and you can’t help but gently run your hand through his hair as he sleeps. Staring down at him, you knew you’d do anything for him. The stars and beyond.

#hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #stray kids #hyunjin imagines #stray kids x you #skz #skz fluff #hwang hyunjin x you #hyunjin fluff

[berrieluv]

YOU ASKED LOL. Smutty request for bucky x female reader.

You let it slip that you’re looking forward to trying to have his baby some day soon. It ignites a good old fashioned 1940s FIRE inside of him. (Breeding kink, pregnancy, conception, INTENSE p in v, etc.) Reader has a kink for bucky then eating himself out of her. 😅

the good old-fashioned way.

thank you sooo much for requesting, it means a lot to me, hope i make justice to your ask and you like this <3

bucky barnes x cis fem!reader tw. breeding kink, lactation kink, penetrative sex, cream pie, oral (female receiving), squirt, talks of children, mention of reader having big boobs, unprotected sex, dirty talk, let me know if i miss anything.

It was an intimate dinner, just friends, almost family were sitting around the big table on the Stark Tower, you had no intention on saying something like that, not when you knew Bucky was just adapting to life and a drastic change like that could impact – not necessarily in a bad way but you knew the probabilities of being in a good one were little – too hard on him.

"Well I would like it anyways" You said, nonchalantly, eating another portion of the fancy dinner the Stark household had prepare. Everyone turn their gazes to you and you just shrug,

Pepper smirked, she liked your comment, she thought Morgan needed friends, and the compound was in need of another kid. Steve looked at Bucky worriedly, the brunette just staring at you with his big blue eyes; "Yeah, like, I wouldn't mind the mess, honestly. It could drain me I have it in mind but I would love to have James' babies"

It did it for him. His uncomfortable sitting made Steve feel bad for him, it took him by surprise, and he knew Bucky wanted to give you everything you could ever want, no matter if he had to go to the ends of the world. But Steve knew (thought) he wasn't ready for kids.

He looks at you, pleading with his eyes to stop talking, he didn't want his best friend shifting uncomfortable the rest of the lovely night.

You just ignore Steve's pleads, truth to be told, you can't say you're overfond of him. Maybe it was the obsessive mania he had of interfering on yours and Bucky's marriage, but you never listened to you and you weren't planning on starting anytime soon.

Bucky took a deep breath, not because he was uncomfortable but because he was hard. He was so fucking horny it was crazy, he knows he loses all his senses when it comes to you, he knows it's not a surprise for his body to react with a boner around you.

But this. God. This felt fucking different for him. It was an intense feeling, an animalistic desire, the carnation of his most deepest dreams, his biggest wish just catching form in front of him, and he can do anything but stare at you, throwing your big family dreams around as if it was nothing. Unaware of the effects it has on him.

And he could only respond with a boner, painfully trying to scape his trousers.

"Having kids would be amazing, like, I can picture myself pregnant, I think I'll look really hot" You smile, knowing it would make Steve fucking mad, not even thinking about Bucky and his painful boner "Like, I wouldn't use any of those ugly maternity clothes, totally not my style" You smile and look at Bucky with what he thinks it's the prettiest and cutest smile he has seen in his life "... right, Jamie?"

He swallows the bulge in his throat, he thought it wasn't fair. The sweet way you were looking at him, a dreaming smile, completely focus on your future as a family and not in how he'll fucking fill you up with his cum.

"S-sorry, love?"

Steve murmurs a tiny 'Stop it', you can see his lips while anyone else can't. "I'll look hot pregnant, don't you think?"

He opens his eyes, big wide open blue eyes staring deeply at your soul, not worrying or panic a bit but trying to have a look at your face, trying to remember how it looks when you orgasm thanks to him.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll look really pretty, darling"

You smile, happy. You defeated Steve, won everyone's respect on the table for having such a soldier as James Buchanan Barnes eating from the palm of your hand, and you had Bucky blushing.

You drive back home, Bucky never liked to do it and you can't ask him to, you enjoyed anyways, and you were pretty sure that if you get tired, you could always ask him. After all, he would never say no to you.

"Bucks..." You start, looking quickly at him and smiling when you feel his eyes glued in you, his body slightly turned to look directly at you. "about what I said tonight, umm, sorry if I crossed some boundaries. Like, I know we should've talk it first before I let it out in front of any of our friends, but it just slipped out. The first time;" You chuckle "The rest of the conversation was totally on purpose"

Bucky felt his jeans tightening again. It took him around forty five minutes in the bathroom and a mix of disgusting thoughts to get rid of it. But then he remembered everything.

'I think I'll look hot pregnant', and his mind did wonders trying to get the picture. Your breasts big and heavy, a few drops of milk seeping out of your nipples and your big, round belly.

You eyed him when the silence lasted too long, worried that he could've feel really uncomfortable by it, but the first thing you notice is his crotch.

"Oh, God, Bucky" You say, half amused, half surprised "Are you turned on by this?"

You park on your department building parking lot and turn to look at him. You smirk at him, looking how shy and embarrassed his face looks.

"Oh, baby. Was I making you horny? I'm so sorry, Bucks. No problem, we can take care of it, wanna do it, Buck? Wanna be my baby daddy? I'm sure you want me to have all of your babies, love. And fuck I'm so fucking ready for it"

You start, moving his seat to have more access and sitting on top of him, moving your hips causing a friction on his dick.

"I can't wait to be all pregnant with your baby, Bucky. All round and big for you. Imagine me being your useless little house-wife, would you like it, babe?" He nods, closing his eyes.

"Fuck, yes, yes, baby" He answers between moans "I want you waiting for me at home. Expecting me to do something because you can't do shit by yourself, fuuuck, all because how pregnant you are"

"Bucky let's go home, mhm? Please, please, fuck me properly. I want all your cum inside me, don't let me waste any drop of it"

"Doll, you ask too much of me and I'm just a man" He answers, only to then correct himself "Fuck, no, I'm a super soldier, baby. God, you're so lucky, aren't you? You have a fucking super soldier all for yourself, who would fuck you until you're screaming for me to stop"

One thing you loved about Bucky is that he always keeps his promises. You've been married for about two years now, and never, not even while dating, he has break a promise. And he proved you he doesn't intend to start with this one.

Bucky lays you down on the bed, he knows it's your favorite place, even though you've try on many surfaces, he knows you, and he knows you feel better there.

He puts your knees as close to your head as he can, caressing your thighs and lifting up your tight dress, he palms your cunt covered by your panties and he pulls them aside, teasing you with his fingers, getting you wetter and ready for him, he wanted to slip in and out of you like in a water slide.

You moan, quietly, softer. Bucky likes it when you sound like this, so calm and relaxed by his fingers, as if sex with him was some kind of nervous medication. You take his hand as he fingers you faster, your wetness coming out of your pussy and your moans intensifying. You move your legs, trying to close them, crushing his forearms while your hands try to grab the sheets. He can see your cum dripping down your pussy and he feels jealous for a moment, completely desperate to replace it with his.

He doesn't wait for you to ask him, the look in your eyes is more than enough. He moans when his hand touches his hard cock, he puts it aligned to you and as fast as he's in, he starts to move his hips back and forwards. Normally, he'll start slow. He'll wait for you to adjust to him, but he couldn't. Not today at least, the images of you pregnant repeating in his mind, completely ready to take that out of his imagination and make it real.

For him, your moans intertwining with his are music for his ears, he thrusts deeper and slowly into you only to start to move faster again. His cock is too big for you and that's something you've been knowing.

Bucky's balls are hitting your skin and you start to moan louder, a high pitched voice this time and; fuck.

"Sweets" He calls between moans while his thrusts went deeper into you, completely smashing his balls against you. He can tell your dripping, and you know it too because you're feeling it. He can't go slower. Not when you're moaning like this. At the feeling of something like water hitting his cock when he gets it outside of your cunt, he looks at you, completely enamored "Did you just squirted?"

It was intense, the whole sheets were now wet, you look at him with doe eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed; "I'm sorry, Bucks"

"No, no, baby. None of that. That was. Fucking. Hot"

He says, not wasting time to being thrusting into you again, his thighs completely covered by your squirt.

"Doll, you're so fucking needy. I can feel how much your pretty pussy needs me right now, she's begging for me to fill her up, make you all heavily pregnant with my babies"

You look at him, your eyes completely shining and he's about to stop everything to kiss you right there, looking all cute and innocent, until your slutty moan caught his attention. He smiles and keeps his movements, feeling his cum finally finding its way into your pussy.

"Feel that, doll? Your cunt feels warm now with my cum? Take it all, baby. I promise you I'm getting you pregnant, fuck, fuck, you're gonna be such a beautiful wife. Can't wait to see you all dolled up for me, your maternity dresses allowing me to see your, fuck, your cute round belly. God, fuck, fuck, doll, just imagine, aaah, imagine your breasts, baby, they're big enough for me now, just imagine them full of milk"

"Please, please, Bucky"

"Please what, doll?" He laughs "I already cum inside. You want more? Your wifey whore cunt wants more?"

"Yes, yes, please, Bucky. Pleaseee"

"Only because you ask so nice"

He says, putting his dick inside of you again and moving his hips, thrusting into you. He goes faster every time you ask him to because how could he deny you of anything. His cum is already dripping all the way to your back, it's wonderful sometimes how Bucky doesn't care at all for your underwear, if it was for him, there would be nothing protecting you under your regular clothes.

"I'm coming again, princess. You think your pretty, little pussy can take it? Take me two times, baby? Yeah? Yeah, let's see that. Let's see how much of a super soldier you can take love. Don't waist a single drop, got it? I'll fucking punish you if you do"

"Buckyyyy" You whine and he looks at you.

"Doll, I already gave it to you two times. You know I can't go more"

"Wan' more, Bucky. Please, please, for me?"

Bucky sighs, you know and he knows he's obliged to do anything when you say the worlds 'for me', because he would never forgive himself to let something slip if it's for you.

So he starts again, his movements are sloppier and low, he's sensitive and he knows you are two, the sound of his cock pushing his cum into your pussy gets louder with every movement, and fuck your moans, Bucky could heard them for years and never get tired of them.

Bucky pulls out of you and he sees the cum dripping from your pussy and he lowers his face to have it on your pussy, his amused eyes looking at the thick white track of cum gets out of it.

"I'mma clean you up, doll. How does that sounds"

You nod, tired, just trying to catch your breath and relax, being interrupted by the moan that scapes your lips when Bucky licks your pussy. He passes his tongue around it, moving it skillfully, yeah, this is not the first time he eats you out. But it's definitely the first time he does it while his cum is dripping from you.

He kisses your cunt, playing with it and causing your moans to never end.

"No more, Bucky, please" You say, crying at the overstimulation "No more, Bucks"

"But, doll, you were the one being times before? You don't want it now? Your pussy wants it"

"No more, Bucky. Tired, please, just want to sleep"

But he doesn't listens, how could he when your moans were telling him another thing, when your cunt was getting wetter by his tongue he could almost drown. He keeps playing until you finally cum, a gutural moan escaping your lips and he knows you're exhausted when you let your head fall into the pillows, not feeling like holding it anymore.

"You did so good, babydoll. What about a shower?"

"Wanna sleep, Bucky"

"But I have to treat you right. Can't send my baby mommy to sleep this wet, can I?"

You shake your head with a pout and if it wasn't because he knows you can't take more, he would've fuck you right there.

"If I keep fucking you like this, I think we'll get pregnant by the end of the week"

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SMUTMAS LOOKS SO GOOD may we please please have an aaron hotchner fic where the reader is at a BAU christmas party and aaron is eye fucking her all evening and he finally gets her alone in his office and she rides his thighs/they fuck/overall HORNY PLEASE

so so sorry this is just now getting posted, nonnie. i hope you know i didn't forget about you, i have just had an awful december lol. i hope this was worth the wait though!

"Party For Two" ~ A. Hotchner

Summary: When Reader wears quite the scandalous outfit to the BAU's annual Christmas party, Aaron has to put her back in her place.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x AFAB!BAU!Reader

Word Count: 1,752

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, creampie, thigh riding, spanking, slight cockwarming at the end, slight nipple play, Aaron sorta degrades Reader but not really, slight d/s dynamics, nicknames (dollface; sir), explicit language, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: very sorry i didn't post this earlier, i was ✨️insecure✨️ about my writing skills

Originally Written: 12/02/2023 through 12/18/2023

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To say Aaron's gaze hadn't made the space between your legs tingle all night… well, that would be the biggest lie you ever told.

In Aaron's defense, how was he supposed to act when you showed up to the BAU Christmas party in a skimpy nightgown that barely covered your ass? Hindsight was always twenty-twenty, and he decided after you showed up looking like an absolute goddess in your tiny silk gown that Penelope was never allowed to pick the theme ever again.

On the same note, you couldn't say you weren't utterly obsessed with the way he looked in his own pajamas. Plaid pants hanging low at his waist, gray shirt hugging his muscled arms and abdomen in ways that should definitely have been illegal.

Butterflies floated around in your tummy as he approached, his normally brown eyes nearly black as he continued to hold your gaze. Still, he acted as nonchalantly as possible, setting his cup of punch down on the table and meeting you with a soft tone. "Can I speak to you in my office, Agent Y/L/N?"

You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, giving him a subtle nod. Your thighs involuntarily clenched together as you started to head into his office, though you met him with innocent eyes as he shut the door behind you.

Hands were on skin immediately as your mouths connected, Aaron kissing you like his life depended on it. He'd wanted to get you alone all night long, and as soon as he realized most of the people at the party were too tipsy to notice if the two of you snuck away, he took his chance.

His lips pulled away first, his eyes dark as your gazes met once again. "What were you thinking, dressing like this?" The words were light, like he was genuinely asking and not reprimanding.

Your eyes remained doe-like as you answered, "Just wanted to look all pretty for you."

Aaron had the audacity to scoff, the low noise sending heat straight to your lower stomach. "Lying and disobeying in the same night? Sounds like you're looking for a punishment, dollface."

In one swift motion, he had you leaning over his paper-covered desk, one hand pushing your tiny dress up to reveal your butt. You'd purposely worn the skimpiest panties you owned, the tiny thong covering absolutely nothing.

His hand came down on you, smacking hard and surely leaving the skin a nice, bright pink. Your teeth bit down on your bottom lip, holding in the moan you were already so desperate to release.

"Care to explain what this," he paused, grabbing the thin string of material between your asscheeks, "is all about?" Aaron gave you no time to respond, instead releasing the material and savoring the whine you let out as it popped against your sensitive core.

Another hard slap sounded throughout the tiny room, your skin stinging and your cunt aching. In juxtaposition, his palm soothed over the burning skin, his lips leaving a soft kiss to the dip of your back as he awaited your answer.

"Just wanted to look all pretty for you, sir," you repeated. Your hips shifted involuntarily, searching for some kind of reprieve as well as displaying yourself for Aaron. Your cunt practically dripped around the sorry excuse for underwear you were currently wearing, and you simply couldn't wait for him to take notice.

As if on cue, he was pulling you back up, his mouth smashing into yours for another long, hard kiss. His tongue dipped between your lips while his hand met your ass again, squeezing the skin hard enough to leave bruises under his fingertips.

"Do you think you deserve to cum tonight after what you did?" Aaron asked, his lips barely parting from yours while he spoke.

Eagerly, you nodded. Arousal and want stung between your thighs at his offer, wanting nothing more than to cum all over his cock before the night was through. "Please, sir. Need you to make me cum."

His hands moved to the front of your body, sliding beneath your bra and pinching lightly at your nipples. A soft moan exited your mouth and entered his before he pulled away, a smirk tugging at his lips as you started to turn desperate for him. "Such a pretty little thing when you beg for me." A finger reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Tell you what, dollface. Beg for me just a little longer and maybe I'll give you my cock. If you do a real good job, I might even let you decide how you get it. Okay?"

You gave him another nod before he was pulling you back in for another hard kiss and dragging your body over to the couch. Your tongues collided as he pressed a thigh between your legs, a desperate whine falling out of you at even the slightest friction.

"You like that?" he teased, flexing his thigh. Another needy whimper slipped between your lips, effectively answering his question. Large hands met your hips and began to help you find friction on his thigh, his clothed leg feeling absolutely heavenly under your barely-clothed core.

Your brows furrowed as he started to work you harder, Aaron clearly reveling at the impatient expression across your face. His smirk grew wider as you humped at him like a lost puppy, Aaron your savior.

"Hey," he cooed, fingers wrapping around your chin and leaving crescent moons there as he pulled your face to look at him. "I'm not hearing any begging."

His words caught you off guard, your body unsuspecting as his hand came down on your asscheek once again. "Aaron, please," you whined, your puffy clit desperate for reprieve.

"Gonna have to try a little harder than that, dollface."

"Please," you begged and brought his hand to your front, your silent way of asking him to rub you, touch you, anything really.

A chuckle tumbled between his pretty pink lips, a sound that made your insides melt. A thumb pressed ever so slightly on your sensitive bud, the touch making you clench around nothing. "Is this what you want? Want me to help you finish?"

Your mouth parted into an open 'o' as he circled your clit once, just enough of a touch to have you keening. Your hips slowed as you settled into his touch, desperate for his fingers to bring you to your climax.

In swift motions, he was lifting your legs and pushing a finger under your sad excuse for underwear, a fingertip prodding at your entrance. "I can't hear you, dollface. Where'd my desperate girl go off to?"

The tip of his digit barely breached your entrance before his name started to tumble from your lips like a prayer. "Aaron, please," you repeated, surely sounding like a broken record while all he did was barely touch you.

Aaron's slick-covered finger came up to your parted lips. He met you with a leveled expression, like he didn't have you acting like a needy slut right inside his work office. "Dollface, can you suck for me? Want you to taste and see how desperate I make you."

His index finger entered your mouth, the taste of your essence making you moan around his thick digit. "Tastes just as pretty as you, huh?" You nodded in response, not yet releasing the digit from your mouth.

Aaron must've decided to take pity on you, helping you guide yourself along his thighs just a few more times as he pulled himself out of his pajama pants. Without giving you any time to adjust, he was pulling your thong to the side and sliding into you, your walls immediately adjusting to his familiar length.

"Shit," you whined as Aaron started to pound up into you, the head of his cock brushing your sweet spot easily. Every ridge and vein of him filled you up like nothing else, no one else ever could.

"Feel good, dollface?" He was teasing you now, asking rhetorical questions he obviously knew the answer to. "You like the way I fill you up?"

A small noise of approval came out of you as his hips slammed upward into yours, the heavy smack of his balls creating the perfect friction against your ass. You were close, oh so close.

When Aaron pulled your gown off and your bra down, meeting one nipple with his thumb and index fingers and meeting the other with his tongue, you were a goner. Your orgasm washed over you as his hands and mouth and dick made you feel absolutely euphoric.

His hands moved back to your hips while his mouth switched breasts. Tight fingers grabbed your love handles for purchase as he fought for his own orgasm, his palms bouncing you up and down on his length.

"Oh, my god," he groaned, pre-cum coating your walls as you rode his cock for all it was worth. His parted lips, his desperate fingertips on your skin, the thatch of hair on his stomach rubbing deliciously against your clit. It was all too much and not enough and it was oh so hot.

Aaron's thrusts became hopeless and hard as his release washed over him, thick spurts of his seed painting your walls. Both your thrusts slowed as you continued to ride out your highs, hands and mouths desperate to touch any part of the other person you could.

You crashed on top of him, trying and failing miserably to catch your breath. Delicate fingers brushed over your hair, Aaron's chest rising and falling beneath you.

"Did I do a good enough job?" you kidded, eyes already half-lidded. A silent prayer went up that no one would walk in and find you like this if you did fall asleep.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, a small peck meeting your uncovered shoulder. "You really wanna go for round two after we both just nearly passed out?"

Teeth met his neck, leaving a gentle nip. "Can't help it. You make me insatiable."

Another string of deep laughs fell from him, his eyes meeting yours through dark lashes. "I suppose I did make a promise. How do you want me then?"

"Just want to lay here with you inside me. Is that okay?" you answered, clearly content.

In one swift motion, he was flipping you over onto your side, sliding into you from behind and cupping a large arm around your much smaller frame. "For you? Anything works for me, dollface."

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I Miss The Misery Final Part (Steve X You)

A/N: I responded to an ask recently about toxic Stevie and how with all of my toxic stories they will all most likely end positively because my personal story didn't. I mean it did in the sense that I got away from the toxic people but I know a lot of times we wish those people would change for the outcome we desperately want.

I Miss the Misery is very much based off a past relationship of mine and I so badly wanted what I write here. Unfortunately that didn't happen but I can give it to my characters here <3 while I continue to wait for my knight in shining metalhead and or pretty boy armor. Lol.

Warnings: A lot less Toxic Daddy Steve/ Sub Fem Reader, SMUT, he gentler with her here. I wanted to convey how he can be rough but he can also be soft, dirty talk abound, and of course after care. FLUFF, Steve makes a speech in the beginning about how much he loves her, ANGST, Jacob finally finds out what Y/N has been up to! She talks about her exes and how they hurt her (mentions of an ex that didn't stop when she said the safe word, no details mentioned), Steve and Y/N take about their relationship, Papa Harrington makes a cameo (always just a delight).

Word Count: 6296

Part 1/ Part 2

“Y/N phone. This is Steve Harrington…Ah, hello Jacob. How are you today?”

Your eyes widen as he pushes off the banister, presses the speaker button on the device, and slowly descends his stairs. 

“I’m, uh, I’m fine. Sir, why do you have Y/N’s phone?”

“Well, you see, I was having a rough night last night so I went to a bar and surprise, surprise, guess who showed up? She was kind enough to drive me home because I was completely wasted.”

“Oh, that’s nice of her. Is…Is she…did she just forget her phone in your car or house or something?”

“Please…please, Steve.”, you beg silently as you mouth the words to him. 

“One second, Jacob.” Placing the call on mute, his stern eyes lock with yours as he puts himself right in front of you, so close you can feel his heart beat against his shirtless chest. “Do you love him?”

“Of-Of course, I do.”

The corner of his lips pull up into a small smirk as he continues to stare you down. 

“Last chance, Y/N. We. Do. NOT. Lie. To. Each. Other. Now, tell me the truth or I do. Do you love him?”

As your eyes searched his, you weren’t sure if he could see all the memories that flashed through your own. Every heartache, pain, and decision that lead you here. You knew every choice you had made in the past when it came to men was wrong. Jacob was a good man but you were so unhappy with him. Not just him but your life together with him as a whole. With Steve, he made you feel alive and all the good memories you did have with him gave you warm feelings you clung to desperately when you cried yourself to sleep. 

He asked you to trust him but your history with him told you that you couldn’t. You were so terrified of getting your heart broken again that you were perfectly willing to spend the rest of your life being numb to everything else around you including love. 

Steve said if you were honest he wouldn’t tell your boyfriend the truth but could you admit the truth yourself?

“I do…very much…”

Blinking, he sighed as he nodded before tapping your phone again with his thumb. 

“Hey Jacob. Sorry about that. Yeah she did forget her phone.” You exhale a heavy sigh of relief as your eyes flutter closed. “Her mind tends to skip after she’s done fucking me.”

Tears fell down your cheek as your bottom lip began to tremble.

“Excuse me? I, uh, I don’t understand.”

“I see. Let me make it clearer for you here. About a month ago, Y/N came to my office begging me to fuck her like the whore she is. I don’t know how she is with you, Jake, but this little girl is a wild one. I just got done spanking her and her pussy was just dripping all over my lap. That’s ok though. She knows her Daddy doesn’t mind it a little bit messy. Right, baby girl?”

As he held the phone to your mouth, the silence on the other end killed you. 

“Y/N…are you there?”

“Yes.”

“Is what he’s saying true?”

“…Yes…”, you murmur as your voice cracks. “I’m so sorry.”

“Do…do you have feelings for him?”

Your eyes finally open as you glare up at Steve with fire illuminating behind them. 

“No. I fucking hate him.”

The silence is deafening until Jacob releases a long-winded sigh. 

“Liar. Jesus Christ, Y/N.”

“Yeah she does that but the truth of the matter is I love her, Jake. I fucked up a long time ago and let her slip away but I’m ready to make that up to her if she’ll let me. She’ll never have to want for anything ever again. I can lavish her in gifts and vacations I know she deserves after everything she’s been through. I can make love to her or fuck her like a slut if that’s what she wants or we can just lay there and I can hold her till she falls asleep. She looks so fucking beautiful in the morning and I wouldn’t mind waking up to her gorgeous face every day.”

“And I know our relationship was unhealthy when we were in high school. A lot of that was because of me being an idiot and taking her for granted. I was a stupid kid and I know sometimes the old Harrington comes out but I assure you, Jacob, I will do whatever I can to be the best man I can be for her because I know she deserves that to. More than anything she deserves to be happy.”

Steve’s eyes never left yours as he spoke while you tried to control the tears that kept falling. 

“Are you not happy, Y/N?”

“No.”

With that your phone disconnected and you ran out the front door without it.

##########

Steve sat at his desk with his head leaning against his palm as his thumb ran along your phone screen. He hadn’t heard from you in a couple of days and your boyfriend had called in that Monday morning telling his superior he was sick. Your device had been vibrating constantly with missed calls mostly from Jacob so he assumed you weren’t at your house.

What worried him were the text messages from your parents asking where you were and if you were safe. He desperately wanted to reply back to ease their minds but he didn’t know your password. 

Staring at the picture of you and Jacob smiling on your lock screen, he thought hard about what it could be or where you would go to hide. Huffing, he threw on his jacket and rode the elevator down to the parking garage so he could head home. While he was thinking of other possible methods of getting into your device, the doors opened and he was promptly met with a fist to his face. 

“OW! Jesus fucking Christ!”

“Where is she?!”, Jacob yells before hitting Steve again. 

“I have no idea! Would you stop fucking hitting me!”

“I should be doing worse after what you two did! Now where is she?!”

Holding up his hands in surrender, Steve leans against the wall as he finds his bearings.

“Look, I seriously have no clue where she is. If I did I would tell you but she left my house after that phone call and I haven’t seen her since. She left her phone here with me.”

Your boyfriend snatches it out of his hand, types something in, and scrolls through it searching for clues. 

“Wait, you know her password?”

“Of course I do. I’m her fucking boyfriend.”, he scoffs. “It’s always her parent’s anniversary. October 15, 2016.”

“That’s not their anniversary.”, Steve sighs as he rubs his eyes in frustration. “Did you really think her parents have only been married for 7 years? They’ve been together for over 30.”

“I-I-I didn’t think about it. I mean I trusted her… FUCK! What IS that date than?!”

Standing up straighter, the man prepares for another punch. 

“That’s the date her and I got together. Not together, together. Technically we were never a couple but…”

“What the fuck were you then?”

“I, personally, was a dumbass. I took her for granted constantly… broke her heart.”

“Hm. No wonder she flocked to you. She always wanted me to hurt her and I never understood it.”

“You still don’t.” Jacob turned on him angrily and Steve held up his hands again as he quickly tried to explain. “She doesn’t want you to hurt her exactly; she wants to be controlled and feel safe. When I met her she was a straight A student, worried about everything including her future. Her mind was always 10 steps ahead of her heart and it scared her. When we were together, she was able to let go and clear her head because she knew I was in control. She knew I would take care of her; in bed anyway. I was never really good at taking care of her emotionally like she wanted.”

Your boyfriend nodded as he absorbed what the man in front of him was saying.

“What about the punishments and ‘put me in my place’?”

“She’s kinky, Jake. Nothing wrong with that.”, Steve chuckles. “Speaking for myself, it makes me feel…alive. There’s a certain passion behind a relationship like that. She’s the only one I ever trusted truly being that way with but…I also knew at the time that I could take advantage of her kindness anyway I saw fit. That’s the problem and what she tried so hard to find in other partners after she left. A healthy version of a dominate man…truth is a lot of men don’t know how to do that. They think it’s all force and telling their partners what to do or how to be.”

“I never wanted to do that with her. I always liked who Y/N was from head to toe. I was just afraid to let myself go like that which is even more selfish than anything I ever did to her because even now I’m asking her to do that yet I could never do that for her. Jesus, I’m an asshole.”

“Yeah you are.”, Jacob sighs as he tosses Steve your phone. “There’s a Facebook message in there she sent to her mom saying she was safe and driving back to Hawkins. Good luck, Mr. Harrington.”

***

You exhaled heavily from your place on the bleachers in the Hawkins High Gymnasium. This is where your life changed. You always saw yourself as a good little girl who was meant to graduate with honors and go off to some fancy school. After you got your degree and started your career, you would meet the man of your dreams, have a beautiful big church wedding, and pop out a few kids. 

There was always something about Steve Harrington that intrigued you. He was always so cocky with everyone, constantly putting on a show for his peers but when he was alone or practicing he seemed so sad. After watching his dad berate him, you saw that same look and it broke your heart. So much so that you found the courage to comfort him that night after the game. 

As you laid there half naked on the bleachers, you expected him to leave and you would never hear from again but he surprised you when he lifted you up in his strong arms and carried you to the boy’s locker room. 

Silently, he placed you on the bench and turned on the shower making sure it was warm enough before coming back to get you. Reaching for your hand, he tried to pull you to your feet but you didn’t budge. A long sigh left his chest and your eyes squeezed tightly shut feeling like you were annoying him before he gradually sunk down on his heels and tilted his head to get a better look at your face. 

“Hey. Look at me.” When you finally did, you half expected to be met with a frustrated jock but instead found a soft smile. “There she is…such a pretty girl. Are you ok? Feeling a little small?”

When you nod, his fingers come up to brush some of your hair behind your ear. 

“That’s ok. That’s absolutely alright. Is it ok with you if we take a shower so I can clean you? Or if you don’t want me to stay, I can give you some space and wait in the gym so I can walk you to your car.”

Steve’s beautiful eyes watched as you rose to your feet and he guided you to the stalls, placing you under the warm water. 

“Do you want to be alone? Oh shit!”, he exclaimed when you practically tackled your arms around him, resting your cheek on his chest. His own limbs slowly descended around you as he placed his chin on your head. “It’s ok, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.”

After that moment, every time you thought about your future it had Steve by your side. You saw him cheering you on when you graduated and getting excited with you when you published your first book. You imagined his arms around you during your first dance at your wedding or him playing with your children while you had another bun in the oven. Every time you thought that future was close, he dashed them away by fucking other girls and making you feel like trash. 

The truth was you still envisioned that future. Every time you tried to picture your new significant others, Steve’s face took over. With Jacob, you could imagine yourself marrying him and having kids with him but you could also see yourself miserable and full of resentment. Jacob didn’t deserve that. 

“Of all the gin joints in all the world…”

You jumped at the sound of his soothing voice as your glassy eyes met Steve’s before quickly wiping away the tears that had fallen. His expensive shoes squeaked against the floor as he moved closer to you and took a seat on the same row you were on a few feet away. 

“I tried getting into your phone to see where you may be but I couldn’t figure out the password. I started getting worried because your parents were looking for you and I know how close you are to them. You’d never want them to panic.” Glancing at the court in front of him, he leans back on his elbows against the row behind him. 

“Your boyfriend came looking for you…gave me a good hit or two before telling me that you were headed back to Hawkins. I kept thinking, if I was Y/N, where would I go? I figured it might be the school but I didn’t know where. I’ve been walking around for 20 minutes.”, he laughs as he turns his head to face you. 

Your eyes were down cast as you stared at the floor. 

“What are you thinking, honey?”

“Don’t.”, you whisper as you finally look his way. “Don’t sit there pretending like you fucking care about me or my wellbeing. You ruined everything, Steve Harrington. Everything. I wish I had never fucking met you or tried to make you feel better after your dad cussed you out. I hate you.”

He nods as he listens to you speak, trying to hide the fact that your words and pain hurt him.

“Y/N, were you seriously just going to skate by pretending to be happy?”

“That doesn’t give you the right to do what you did!”

“And YOU have no right to waste Jacob’s time! Wouldn’t you want him to be with someone who actually loves him instead of pretending?”

Scoffing, you get to your feet and head towards the door but he quickly cuts you off, blocking you with his body. 

“Am I wrong?”

“No, but you should have let ME tell him!”

“You’ve had how long to do that?”

“Get the fuck out of my way, Harrington!”

“Or what, little girl, huh? What are you going to do?” As you raise your arm to slap his face, his hand promptly grabs your wrist spinning you around and holding you against his chest. “See this is what I was talking about. MY Y/N was always strong, confident, and sarcastic. She was submissive in the bedroom but in life she was a force to be reconned with. You, young lady, have transformed into this subservient ‘yes’ girl, perfectly content with taking the hits instead of fighting back.”

“That’s because I found someone who actually cares about me and loves me!”

“Does he love you or the idea of you? Because trust me baby, I know you and the woman I’ve seen this past month isn’t who you are.”

“Like you fucking know!”, you shouted as you pushed him and he let you go to face him. “You broke me, Steven! There were so many things I wanted to do! For a while you dragged me along and I kept dreaming of doing those things with you but you were too scared and pathetic! Treating me like garbage to bring me down so I’d stop BEGGING you to just claim me. That feeling NEVER LEFT, STEVE! That empty feeling of life…without you…Of needing you and having other men…”, you started to sob, silencing yourself as you tried to walk the other way. 

Again, he ran around to stop you, gripping your biceps to keep you in place. 

“Having other men what, baby girl? Tell me. Tell Daddy what happened.” You rolled your eyes as you tried to turn away from him but his grip only tightened. “No. No, Y/N. You need to feel it, honey. Tell me. Go there if you need to, I promise, I’ll be right here.”

You understood what he was saying and oddly enough you did believe him. That was one thing that Steve never faltered with. In the Daddy headspace whether it be sexual or just taking care of you in general, he was really good at making you feel like you were protected. Like he had all the answers and you could trust him. 

Right now, in this moment, you were so fragile and you felt the little girl trying to burst down the preverbal door, wanting to run into his arms. Hanging your head, you decided to take the leap and let go.

“Every man I met after you was rough. They screamed at me and called me names, telling me I was worthless. But then I would scream right back and would fight till we were having violent angry make up sex. They genuinely treated me like a whore.”, you cried. “A couple of them would leave me after they fucked me and not even bother with after care. I would sit in a bathtub alone…sobbing because…because I wanted you.”

“Baby…”, Steve cooed as his palms cupped your cheeks.

“My last boyfriend before Jacob was the worst. He always spoke to me with so much distain. We fought constantly physically and sexually. The last night we were together, he told me to call him Daddy. I told him no but he kept whining and commanding I say it. I told him no again and used the safe word but he didn’t stop… so I kicked him in the balls and left that night.”

“Who is this guy? Fuck it, who are all the guys? Because I’m going to fucking ruin their lives for hurting my baby girl.”, he growled making you laugh breathily as your own hands reached for his face. 

“I thought Jacob was enough. Being with a man like him was much better than all that. He was always gentle, always kind, always…passive. He IS a good man who deserves the world. He’s just not a good man for me. Steve, I love him, I really do…just not as much as I love you.”

Just like he had back then, he lifted you into his arms and you immediately circled your own arms and legs around him as he carried you out the door to his car.

***

“Who the fuck is that at this hour?!”, a man snarled as Steve closed the front door behind you. 

“It’s just me, dad. Continue fucking your secretary or whatever you were doing.”

Taking your hand, he heads for the stairs but wasn’t fast enough as his father rounded the corner. 

“Steven, the fuck? You’re supposed to be in Indianapolis—oh.”, he pauses when he sees you. 

“I know, Dad, but I had something important I needed to take care of first. Honestly, I didn’t expect you to be here. I thought you and mom were going on vacation.”

“I had to make sure everything is ready in New York before I trust you to fly up there and take over.” Rolling his eyes, Steve continues to try to lead you upstairs but once again his father stops him. “Steven, you know how I feel about you showing off to the…girls…you meet in bars.”

His father said “girls” but even you knew he meant something way more derogatory.

“You mean that thing I’ve never done? Yeah, dad, you caught me. I flew all the way down here to show some random woman YOUR house so I look good. Y/N isn’t just some girl and she’s been here many times before but I would imagine you don’t remember since you were never here during my high school years.”

“Get rid of the attitude, son.”, his dad growled.

“Or what? You’re going to ground me? Take away the company? Oh, maybe strip me of my inheritance?”, Steve responded in equal measure. “I don’t fucking care. All that matters to me right now is the girl I love is cold and hurting so I’m going to head upstairs and take care of her. Do whatever the fuck you want.”

Not waiting for a response, he lightly tugged you signaling for you to follow and guiding you towards his bathroom. After preparing you a bath, he helped you in before disappearing and returning with some towels and clothes for you to change into. Rolling up his sleeves, he sat on the floor opposite you so he could see your face even though his eyes remained downcast until you finally decided to speak. 

“I always hated the way he talked to you. When I would wake up in the morning in your bed sometimes you wouldn’t be there and I could hear him scolding you about stupid shit. I think one morning he was screaming about the way you made eggs.”, you softly laughed as he smiled. “I was just happy you even thought to make me anything.”

As he continued to stare forward, you reached out to touch a small bruise that was forming on the side of his face causing him to flinch and gently catch your hand. 

“Did I do that?”

“Uh, no. Jacob did. Blindsided me as I was heading to my car. Man doesn’t hit hard but…”, he chuckled. 

“Steve? What are you thinking about?”

Sighing, his eyes finally meet your own. 

“I’m thinking… about everything you went through…with your exes especially that last one. Y/N, honey…no. I shouldn’t say anything.”

“Talk to me, Daddy.”

“You know how I can be. Seeing you with Jacob sprung some jealousy in me but…” He heavily exhales as his beautiful brown eyes darken and his jaw tightens as he tilts his head staring into that void again in front of him. 

“Those men hurt you. You told him to stop and said the word yet he still tried to…” As his chest begins to rise and fall, you reach for his hand in an attempt to calm him. “It’s not just because you’re mine, you know. I want to fucking kill them for what they did but you never would have been in that position if I hadn’t of pushed you to leave. Y/N, I really am sorry. I do genuinely want to do better and be better man for you.”

Steve’s head hangs slightly as he continues. 

“We don’t have to start right away if you don’t trust me. I can go to New York and I can call you every night so we can talk about things. Or, maybe, you can still come with me but we can just hang out as friends and get to know each other again. Whatever you want, sweetheart. Even if you want me to just fuck off, I can do that to.”

“I’m ready to get out now.”, you whisper.

Nodding, he rises to his feet without saying a word and helps you out of the tub, drying you off before lifting you in his arms again and placing you on his bed. Kneeling beside you, you studied his face as he focused on his tasks. He still seemed so angry but you knew it wasn’t at you. 

The little girl inside of you started taking over again as your palm tenderly caressed his cheek till your thumb grazed his lips. Steve’s movements stilled as you touched him, his eyes closing as he sighed and placed his head in your lap. 

“I don’t want you to be sad, Daddy.”

His own warm hands lightly ran along the back of your calves as he softly turned so his lips could kiss your knee.

“I’m not sad, honey. I just hate knowing you went through so much pain and Daddy wasn’t there to protect you.”

Tilting your body, your forehead rested on his as his slightly heavy breathing fanned the skin on your face. 

“Will you protect me now?”

“Of course.”

A soft sigh escaped your chest as he trailed tender kisses along your body, opening your legs wider, and putting your pussy on display for him as his face made its way to the place you wanted him most. 

“Please…”

Steve didn’t hesitate as his tongue licked a long, slow path through you folds. Falling backwards onto his mattress, he devoured you, sucking and flicking your clit as your fingers tangled into his hair. 

“Fuck, baby. I’ll never get over how good you taste. So fucking sweet, just like you, pretty girl.”

Two of his fingers guide almost effortlessly into your core and your eyes roll shut as you grind your hips against his movements. 

“Good girl, honey. Daddy’s right here. Daddy’s got you. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

His tongue moves faster as his digits match his pace and your body trembles as the coil in your tummy snaps. You continue to twitch and moan as his tongue cleans you.

Rising to his feet, you watch with needy, glassy eyes as slowly removes his suit and tosses it to the floor. Your head falls against his lower belly causing him to let out a sexy groan as your own breathy moans hit his cock.

“N-No, baby. You don’t have to do that tonight. Daddy’s taking care of you.”

Taking him in one of your hands, you casually pump him as your own tongue darts out to lick his tip making him mewl as he licks his lips.

“But I like having your cock in my mouth. I love tasting you and feeling you in my throat.”

Practically growling at your words, his hands thread through your hair as you envelope him into your mouth and take him as far back as you can before repeating the process. 

“Shit. No one ever took my dick as well as you do, baby girl. G-Go ahead. Take what’s yours. It’s all yours, Y/N. I swear.” 

Finding a steady rhythm with your head, your palms roamed his legs, your nails dragging along his thighs as he grunted and whimpered at the feeling. Lifting your hair into a makeshift ponytail, Steve holds you firmly as he subtly thrusts his hips causing you to gag around him. 

“Good girl. Th-that’s my good girl. You look so beautiful like this. Come here, sweetheart.”

Lifting you under your arms, he places your head on his pillows as he takes hold of your legs and pushes them back, practically folding you in half with your pussy before him. Steve groans as his tongue tastes you again and he tilts back to spit into your cunt. 

“So fucking beautiful.”, he murmurs as he lines himself up with your entrance and gradually pushes himself into you.

“Oh my God.”

Closing your eyes, your head completely falls back as you allow him to take over. His thrusts are slow at first as his thumb circles your clit driving you crazy. 

“Please… move.”

“I am moving.”, he breathily chuckles, biting his lip to suppress the moan. “I’m sorry, baby. I just—fuck—I just like feeling you cling to me.”

“Daddy!”, you whine. 

Steve crawls up your body and leans down till his nose is just above your own.

“Look at me, Y/N.”, he commands in a firm tone that makes you listen. When your eyes lock with his they are just as lust blown as your own as he tries to maintain control. “Who knows how to take care of you?”

“You do, Daddy.”

“And who know what you need?”

“Y-You do. Please, Daddy. Harder.”

As the tip of his nose runs along yours, Steve thrusts his hips hard hitting just the right spot with incredibly accuracy and force that your arms promptly cling to him to keep you grounded. 

“Like that, baby girl? See?”, he coos as he continues slowly slamming into you at just the right angle. “Daddy knows. I know exactly what you needed. You know how I know?” His chest falls against you and you whimper loudly when his breath warms your ear. “Because I need it to, honey.”

Steve’s pace quickened but his intensity remained the same as you wrapped your limbs around him trying to pull him as close to your body as you could. 

“I need to feel your tight little pussy gripping me when I hit that spot that makes you—God damn it—that makes you fall apart. I need to hear those pretty moans and feel them against my skin.”

“Steve…”

Hearing you moan his name hit a feral button inside of him as he pumped into with purpose while the bed began to wiggle underneath you. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Cum, baby.”

Your body shuddered as the coil in your belly aggressively snapped and you screamed his name as your fingers dug into his shoulders. Steve soon followed, his grunts filling your ear as his rhythm faltered and you felt his release warm your insides. 

You both continued to pant as he slowly thrust his hips making sure all of his spend filled you up as you came down from your high. 

After tenderly kissing your forehead, he carefully pulled out of you and hurriedly disappeared out his bedroom. When you heard his father’s agitated tone, you hastily grabbed his button up shirt and covered yourself with it just as Steve came back with some items in his hands. 

“Everything’s ok, honey. My dad’s still here apparently. He told me he and my mom were going to the Bahamas this weekend. If I had known he was going to be here, I would have taken you to a hotel or back to your mom’s house.”, he sighs as he jumps back into bed and hands you a bottle of water.

“What did he say when you went downstairs?”

“He gave me shit again about bringing a girl to his house, saying that he could hear you moaning and screaming. I just shrugged and asked him if he was jealous.”

Unable to control it, you laughed so hard you spit the water you had been drinking back into the bottle making Steve laugh at the sight. As the two of you calmed down, he reached over and gently wiped away some of the liquid that had fallen down your chin. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen or heard you laugh like that; even before you left. Those last few months…I didn’t make things easy.”

“No, you didn’t.” He nods as he averts his eyes in shame. “When are you leaving for New York?”

“Oh, um, unless he changes it, the middle of next week. That way I can meet the team up there and get up to speed before everything kicks into gear that following Monday.” When he sneaks a glance your way, he notices you smirking at him. “What?”

“It’s nice hearing you talk like this. You never really got into anything in school. I mean, yeah, you did sports but you always talked about it like it was chore. Near the end of senior year, you had no idea what you wanted to do or be but it seems like you were meant for this.”

“It’s nice hearing someone say that. I worked hard to get here and even now my dad doesn’t appreciate it.” Taking the bottle from your hand, he quickly cleaned you and threw on a pair of boxers before crawling under the covers and bringing you to his side so he could play with your hair while your palm ran along his upper body.

“Steve?” He answered you with a gravelly hm. “I’ll come with you.”

His hand freezes for a moment before his fingers softly but firmly tugs on your hair, tilting your eyes to meet his. 

“Are you sure?” Steve chuckles under his breath when you nod, trying to hide how excited he genuinely is. “Ok, ok, um, I can rent you an apartment until you feel like you’re ready to take things—”

Placing two fingers on his lips, you interrupt him as you push up on your elbow to look down at him. 

“I have money, Steve. I can rent my own apartment and take care of myself—”

“Ok, whatever makes you comfortable, hon—”

“Would you let me finish!”, you giggle. “I was going to say that I can take care of myself…but I’m going to let go and trust that you can and will take care of me. Not just financially. I know you can do that but it’s taking a lot for me to trust you with everything else. I’d…I’d like to move in with you if that’s ok.”

“Of course, Y/N.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage or anything. I just—”

“No, hey, no Y/N. I don’t think that at all. I know you can handle yourself. It’s one of the many things I love about you. I promise, baby girl. You’re safe with me now.”

Caressing his cheek with your hand, you guide his lip to yours.

“I love you to.”

###############

6 Months Later

“Uh, Mr. Harrington. There’s an angry young lady down here asking for you.”

Steve chuckles through his teeth as he presses the intercom button to respond. 

“Is it an exceptionally beautiful young lady who most likely just rolled her eyes when I said that?”

“Yes, sir, it is. Should I send her up?”

After he approves, he throws the manila folders he had been sorting through haphazardly onto his desk as he sighed and ran his fingers frustratingly through his hair. 

“Steven Harrington!”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

As his hands fall from his face, you round the corner of his desk and place yourself in his lap, wrapping his arms around you as you lean back against his chest. 

“Baby, it’s after 9 on a Friday.”

“I know but…come on. It’s the city that never sleeps!” 

Leaning your forehead into the nook between his neck and shoulder, he holds you tighter to him as he lets out a long sigh. 

“You’re over working yourself again, Daddy.”, you murmur. 

“I know. This is just a big deal and if I can expand my father’s company—”

“Your company. He gave it to you. You need to let go of his old ideals. There’s a reason he was only ever stationed in Hawkins.”

Steve grins softly down at you as he swivels his chair around to face the massive window he has overlooking the city in his top floor office.

“How did things go with your publisher today?”

“Not too bad. The launch date has been moved for the summer so we’ll see how that goes.” Nodding, he gently kissed your shoulder, along your neck, and up to your ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah, baby girl? What have you been thinking?”

“I was just thinking about how much I miss you, Daddy. I even thought about being a bad girl to get your attention.”

“Hm? You need Daddy to make sure you don’t slip?”

You beam up at him as you nod your head, his equally sexy smile radiating you. 

“I can do that, honey. Come on. Let’s go home.”

You patiently wait as he sorts through some things before grabbing his jacket and taking your hand as you both head for the elevator. It had been so long since you felt this happy. Steve had come such a long way and true to his word did the work to be a better man for you. Even better, you both figured out how to utilize what you wanted sexually in the bedroom without resorting to toxic methods. 

For so long, you though something was wrong with you for wanting to be dominated but the truth was you had no idea how to vocalize what you needed let alone a man to work with you on enacting those needs. There were still times of course when you and Steve would genuinely fight and some of his old patterns would leak through triggering you to react how you used to but instead of ignoring each other for days on end or one of you leaving to do something you shouldn’t, you would talk it through before following it with that hot, passionate make up sex you both enjoyed. 

“Have you eaten yet?” Steve sighs in playful annoyance when you tell him no. “I don’t think the spankings are getting through, little one.”

“Yeah but it doesn’t hurt to keep trying.”, you tease, sticking out your tongue as he tries to control his smile.

“Alright, new plan. Let’s swing by that restaurant you love, pick up some food to bring home, and then after we can play.”

As you circle your arms around his waist, he grins down at you as he kisses the top of your head. 

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

“I love you to, Y/N Y/L/N.”, he responded with zero hesitation making you giddy with happiness as you both stepped off the elevator.

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half & half. part 004. previous

warnings: unedited LOL, getting drugged (not reader), alcohol, fighting (when is there not), party things, rafe being out of character, lmk if i missed anything

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After you and JJ’s fight, you both ignored each other’s existence. The last time you guys had gotten into a fight this bad was right after you moved to Figure 8. The only person who was there to witness it was John B, so he had some experience it.

The only advice he told them was to never get involved. And what did they do? The exact opposite.

Kie drove her and Pope over to your house and decided the best way to get the Pogues back together was to talk to the most reasonable of the pair; you.

Kie parked her car and her and Pope got out of the house. Pope gaped at the big house, his mouth open. "I never realized how rich Y/N was."

"The L/N's are like the second richest family because of her dad's business. They might be equally as rich as the Cameron's and that's saying a lot." Kie explained as they walked to your door. She rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer.

Y/N's mom opened the door, a surprised look on her face quickly morphing into a delighted one once she realized it was Kie. "Good afternoon, Kiara. Wonderful to see you." She turned to Pope. "And you, too."

They both smiled. "Good to see you too, Mrs. L/N. Um, we were wondering where Y/N was?"

"She's in the back with Sarah." Your mom grinned, opening the door. Kie almost rolled her eyes but Pope made sure to give her a warning look. Kie almost just walked out right then and there but she remembered what was on the line here.

She loved Y/N and JJ and she knew that she'd have to choose if they didn't make up - they were both extremely stubborn (not to mention petty) so they would make the Pogues choose. Kie took a deep breathe, getting herself ready to see her ex-best friend.

Pope and Kie walked into the backyard, hearing laughter before turning to see the pair. Kie resisted an eye roll. You turned to them and grinned before getting up. Sarah's smile faded, opting to stare out to the pool instead of them.

"Kie! Pope!" You went up to them, giving them each a huge.

Kie smiled, "Hey Y/N! Um, how have you been?"

"Great, you?"

"We've been, um. Pretty good." Pope answered before getting a subtle nudge from Kie. "Uh! Actually, we've been sad. Cus of you and JJ."

You looked really confused before Kie decided to take over.

"What Pope means is," she gave him a glare. "Is that it hasn't been the same without you. More quiet, you know?"

"Uh, yeah. I understand." You said, nodding. Sarah was suddenly interested. You had never mentioned a fight with JJ, or a big one for that matter. And she was your best friend, how could she not tell you?

Kie smiled, giving you an awkward pat. "Have you talked to JJ?"

"No." You shook your head.

"Maybe you should apologize?" Pope finally spoke, making you furrow your brows. Kie glared at him for what seems like the millionth time that day.

"Me? Why should I apologize, I didn't even do anything wrong."

Sarah got up and stood next to Y/N, making Kie roll her eyes. "What happened?"

"Nothing that has anything do with you," Kie quickly responded, earning a bitter frown from you.

"Kie, don't talk to her like that, okay? Not in front of me." You spoke as Kie let out a scoff.

"Y/N-"

Pope quickly grabbed Kie, making her stay quiet before she said anything she regretted. "Maybe we should come back. Y/N, think about what we said, okay?"

You took a deep breathe, relaxing a bit and nodding. "Yeah, we'll talk later."

They walked away and you heard Kie mumble something under her breathe. You gave Sarah a reassuring smile as you guys sat down. She slowly returned it, sighing.

"Did you get into a fight with JJ and not tell me?"

You instantly tensed back up again. You didn't purposely not tell Sarah, it just hadn't come up. Well, it sort of was intentional. You knew that Rafe and Sarah had a rocky relationship and you didn't want to be in the middle of it.

You also didn't tell her about the night you helped him and honestly, you didn't want to explain everything right now. It was hard enough for you to understand, imagine how Sarah would react.

"Yeah, but I..." You paused. "I just don't want to talk about it, I haven't even processed it myself."

Sarah nodded. She was obviously curious and she wanted to know how bad it was. The last bad fight you'd gotten in with JJ, you went to her house crying. She has an idea on how to help you but she will wait til you asked.

She took your hand and smiled, squeezing it. "Whenever you're ready, Y/N/N."

The music could be heard from a block away as Y/N drove towards it. Sarah's friend had invited you two to her big birthday party and since you hadn't had a drink since the summer had begun, you decided this was the best time to get sloppy drunk because you don't have work for the next two days.

You both walked in the party, Drake booming from the speakers. You led Sarah hand-in-hand to the drink's table. "What do you want drink?"

You looked at Sarah, eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"What do you want to drink?!" She screamed and you finally nodded in understanding. You then walked so that you were right to next her.

"I don't care as long as I get blackout drunk." You stated, earning a laugh and nod from Sarah. She then handed you a mystery drink and you immediately took a taste. You scrunched your nose and shook your head in disgust at the bitter taste. "Put some more punch."

After you guys got your drinks, you went into the backyard because the house was humid and warm from the amount of people in the house.

As you went outside, you saw the group of boys you had seen at the club. Kelce, Topper and Rafe. You hadn't seen him since the fight before and you were anxious to see him again. Your heart started to beat faster and Sarah noticed.

"You okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah, uh the alcohol is starting to work." You laughed nervously. She nodded, unconvinced. But she wasn't really focused on you right now, she added this to things to tomorrow morning's debrief.

She noticed Topper and she rolled her eyes. "Guess what I found out."

You guys started walking towards the pool chairs, sitting. "What?"

"Topper took another girl on a date a few days ago." Sarah next to you.

You gasped and shook your head, taking a drink. "What a bitch! Who?"

"Maya Cafincy or something weird like that." Sarah rolled her eyes as you nodded.

"Oh yeah, her. She was in my AP Stats class, she was smart."

Sarah glared at you.

"Not as smart as you, though." You added. "I don't why Topper would do that."

"Yeah, me neither." Sarah frowned.

"You know what you should do?"

"What?"

"Find a really cute boy," you put your hands on hers, "and make him jealous."

Sarah looked shocked but then she started to nod, getting up. "Yeah, you're right! If he can go flirt with other girls after our date then I can too!"

You nodded, "Yes! Good idea, Sarah." You got up, clasping your hand in hers. "Let's go find you a loyal man!"

After a few glances at the boys, she find a cute boy. You recognized him and realized he was a really smart sophomore boy from last year who was in your chemistry class. You immediately approved because you remember he was a nice boy.

He and Sarah hit it off quickly, they sat at a table and started talking, making you third wheel. You decided to give them some alone time and started to get some drinks.

You walked to the drink table to refill your cup. You felt someone tap on your shoulder and you turned to see Rafe. Your eyes winded before you swallowed.

He smiled, "Hey, uh. Haven't seen you in a while!"

He looked a little too optimistic, you guessed it was just the alcohol. "Hey, yeah."

He pulled you in by the arm, closer. "I wanted to thank you for the other night." Your heart sped up at the proximity. You felt your cheeks at the warmth.

You shook your head, "no need to thank me."

"No, no. I do, not everyone would've done what you did especially for me."

You scoffed, "Of course everyone has a little human decency. And you aren't that bad, Rafe. Promise."

He was looking so deeply in your eyes, you swore that you were going to pass out. Then you heard some whooping behind you and you both turned around, seeing Rafe's friends laughing at him.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance, before sighing and grabbing your hand. "Let's go somewhere else, okay?"

You nodded, butterflies erupting in your stomach in nervousness. You hadn't felt this nervous since opening your acceptance letter. He walked you both out to the pool.

He took a seat in the pool chairs and you sat in front of him. There weren't a lot of people outside, opting to be inside where the drinks are.

You both sat in silence before he spoke again, looking away from you and at the pool. "I'm sorry if I caused anything with you and JJ."

You shook your head, "it's fine. He gets sensitive when it comes to the Kooks, he thinks that I chose you over him."

Rafe nodded, "Yeah. I don't why he hates us."

You almost laughed at his comment, knowing that the Kooks (and Rafe, at times) treat the Pogues like shit. "I mean, you guys tend to be... you know, asshole-ish."

He turned back to you, his lips tightened in annoyance. "Well-"

"You guys are assholes to Pogues, I've seen it, Rafe."

He sighed and shrugged, "I guess."

You laughed, "Guess?"

He turned back, "Fine, we can be assholes sometimes."

You laughed at his words and Rafe felt his heart jump at the sound. The more he listened, the more his lips quirked up. He looked at down at his lap, trying to avoid your gaze.

You turned your gaze back to Rafe, suddenly feeling a ounce of dread. You felt like you were betraying Sarah by just being there, not to mention JJ.

"I really didn't mean to like, cause anything-"

"Rafe, you didn't. You just helped me and that was a kind thing to do, not everyone would've done that. Don't apologize, okay?" You said rapidly, making him look up to you.

"Kind? You think I'm kind?"

Your face felt warm and suddenly you were stuttering trying to say something, looking away from his piercing gaze. You exhaled before continuing, "Yeah, Rafe. I mean, it was brave what you did. I know everyone thinks that you're some big old scary guy but I know you have a kind heart. I mean the way you treat Wheezie, or even Sarah sometimes, proves it. And especially what you did for me."

Rafe smiled and he didn't even know he was doing it. His heart felt warm at the way you described him. It sure as hell wasn't like the way anyone else has ever done before.

The silence made you anxious but as soon as you saw that big smile, you felt your heart do a little cartwheel at the sight. You made Rafe smile, now that's definitely a skill.

"Thank you, Y/N. I mean it, I would've died-"

He was instantly cut off the sound of glass breaking, making you guys both jump. You had a really bad feeling and you hastily got up and ran into the house, Rafe following you.

Your heart dropped once you realized it was where you left Sarah and that boy alone.

"I saw you put something in her drink!" A girl shouted and you quickly walked over, seeing some glass broken on the ground and Sarah laying down on the couch, seemingly unconscious. Your head starting racing as you saw her and you pushed people to get to her spot.

"What the fuck happened?" You heard Rafe yell but you were only focused on Sarah. She looked conscious but she wasn't responding to anything you were saying.

"Hey!" You got up from your seat and found the guy you were with. "What the fuck did you do?"

"Nothing!"

"Nothing?" You screamed, grabbing his shirt and then pushing him backwards into the chairs. "Then why is she unconscious on the fucking couch? What did you put in her drink?"

"I'm going to call the police..." The girl who was with them previously said, grabbing her phone, causing the boy to jump and grab it out of her hand.

"No one is calling anyone-"

"Hey, didn't I ask you a fucking question?"

He slammed the phone into the ground before grabbing your arm, twisting it as you yelped in pain. "Why are you acting like such a fucking bitch? My god, it's like you people haven't seen a roofie before!"

Before you can get out of his grasp you heard someone come up behind you, "Don't touch her, you fucking asshole."

Rafe grabbed your arm out of his grasp, making you back up into the crowd before Rafe goes for a loud punch. The guy went flying back into the chairs, causing them to fall down with him in them. "You roofie my fucking sister and you have the nerve to fucking defend yourself?"

Rafe went over to the boy and took his collar into his hands, giving him another strong punch after another. You almost wanted to stop him until you saw Sarah again on the couch. You can't believe you left her all alone and she got roofied. You can't help but feel responsible.

You heard some shouting and you looked up to see Topper and Kelce trying to break up Rafe from the boy. You went over to Sarah as you saw some people leaving and you realized that someone had called the cops.

You grabbed Sarah and tried to get her up on her feet.

"Lay off, Topper!" You heard Rafe shout and you looked back to see him approaching you and Sarah. Without saying a word, he took Sarah from you and carried her in his arms. You noticed his bloody knuckles but chose to say nothing. You wanted to smile at such a warm gesture from Rafe but you didn't think that would be the best idea under the circumstances.

"Let's get her home."

Even though it wasn't the best idea, you decided to drive home. Out of all you three, you were conscious and not completely drunk.

As you arrived at the Cameron's, you got out of the car to help them into the house but it seemed like Rafe had it handled. You walked into the quiet house and realized Ward and Rose were asleep. You were grateful that you didn't have to explain this sticky situation to them.

Rafe went up the stairs as quietly as he could and you were close behind. You opened the door and you both walked in and he slowly dropped her on the bed. You knelt down and took off her shoes and socks and then you went up.

Rafe was about to walk out before you whispered, "Wait."

He instantly turned back, his heart racing as he looked at you.

"Let me help you... um, with your knuckles. Just wait here with Sarah."

He nodded as you got up and walked out into the big house, trying to find the bandage kit. You found it in the bathroom and you went back into Sarah's room, seeing that Rafe had tucked in Sarah. You smiled at the sight. He looked back to see you and you turned away awkwardly, clearing your throat before walking in.

You sat at the edge of bed next to Rafe. You both stared at each other before he slowly gave you his hand. You absentmindedly caressed it before getting some alcohol on a cotton round and rubbing it on the wound.

Rafe slightly winced at the pain, "Sorry."

He shook his head, "All good." He watched you focus on cleaning the wound and he felt his cheeks turn red at proximity. He saw your a piece of your hair fall and he took his other hand, brushing it out of your face. You looked up, seeing Rafe's lips move into a smile.

You smiled back before turning your gaze back to his hand, finally putting his bandage back on.

Then you felt Sarah move and let out a small whimper, causing you both to whip your heads towards her. You went over to Sarah, "Hey, you feeling alright?"

"What happened?" Her voice was gruff and raspy and you felt your heart break. She doesn't even remember it. The guilt of not being with her to protect her came back and you sat down on the bed next to her, taking her hand.

"Uh, that guy. Do you remember him putting anything in your drink?"

She shook her head, instantly sitting up in alarm. "No... Did he put anything in my drink?"

"Yes, and I'm so sorry for not being there. I should've been there-"

"Y/N," Rafe said, making Sarah look back at him in confusion. "It wasn't your fault."

You wanted to cry right there. "Sarah, I-"

"I love you, Y/N." Sarah managed to choke out. She was the verge of tears too. "Did he do anything or..."

"No, no. We got there before he did anything. Me and Rafe got you home safe, alright?"

She smiled at that. You could sense her restless and you got up, "Go to bed, Sarah, okay? We'll talk about this tomorrow."

"Wait, can you..." She paused. "Can you stay in here?"

You looked over at Rafe and he nodded. You sat back down, taking your shoes off. "Yeah, of course."

She scooched over and you opened the sheets and went in, laying down next to her.

"I love you, too, Sarah. I will never let anything like that ever happen again." You whispered and she grabbed your hand and held it.

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RELATIONSHIP UPDATED … part one and a half

part one | part two

pairing : poly!ateez x idol!f!reader

genre : idol au, fluff, angst

warnings : brief mention of toxic fans

word count : 1.1k

note : need to read SHE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT if you want to understand anything in this lol.

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your managers give you and the boys some news they weren’t expecting and it forces you to make a choice.

it’s only been two weeks since you and yunho broke up, but it’s still hard to wrap your head around it.

you and yunho who have been together since you were trainees. he knows everything about you and you know everything about him... well at least you thought you did, but his feelings he voiced that day tell you otherwise.

has he always hated how you relied on him and told him your feelings? how you confided in him when you didn't feel your best? were you really to blame for every serious fight that's happened in your all's relationship?

did the others feel this way as well? surely not, right?

"hey what's with the long face, baby?" san's voice does well to snap you out of your thoughts. his dimples are showing as he smiles at you as he enters your room and the bed dips a little from where he sits.

"sorry, i was just thinking about somethings," you say and san can easily tell that you don't want to talk about whatever has been going through your mind. however, san is pretty sure he knows what it is that is bothering you.

"our managers are here, they want to talk to all of us," he says after a few moments of silence.

weird, both managers? you think as you nod to him and get up. you lead the both of you out of your room and into the living room where some of the others are already waiting.

you're quick to sit down next between seonghwa and jongho while san finds his usual spot next to wooyoung who is resting his head on hongjoong's shoulder.

seonghwa is quick to pull you into his embrace, your head easily resting on his chest as yeosang, mingi, and yunho come to join the rest of you. yeosang and mingi quickly find their seats while yunho is left with the only space open being across from you.

your eyes meet and you are quick to look away. your eyes finding more interest in playing with jongho's hand that he placed on your thigh.

"so now that everyone is here, we'll go ahead and start this little impromptu meeting," ateez's manager begins.

"the higher ups at kq have been talking and they think it's best if y/n and one of you go public as a couple," your manager says.

the nine of you sit there in silence, taking in her words before hongjoong is the first one to speak up. "what? why are they suddenly wanting this?"

"they think it will help cut down on other dating rumors between you all if y/n is publicly dating one of you boys," his manager responds.

you feel like you want the ground to open up and swallow you. why you? why do they want you to go public with one of the boys? why should this even be talked about?

"which one of us did they want to go public with her?" seonghwa is asking this time, he gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as a way to comfort you.

"well they threw out a few names at first, but then we managed to talk them into letting you all decide," eunji says, her eyes making contact with yours. you can tell she's sorry about this whole situation and having to be the bearer of the news, but you knew she was just doing her job.

"i think y/n should decide who she wants to go public with. it's only fair since she's not getting any other choice in this," san says and the others are quick to agree and now you feel everyone's eyes on you.

you're gonna have to make a decision now. your eyes filter over across the room one more time to yunho who is looking down at this hands. he's probably wondering why he's even here during this meeting. none of it concerns him, you aren't dating anymore.

you feel your heart break knowing that if you didn't break up, you would have 100% chosen yunho. you've been with him the longest and you knew you could have gotten through the toxic fans together. the two of you have conquered a lot of things in the past few years, but it isn't like that anymore.

you and yunho are done. over. you need to stop dwelling on the what-ifs and such. your eyes filter over to your other boyfriends. you know san would be a good choice or even hongjoong. they would both be supportive and not take anything any toxic fans would say.

seonghwa would also be a great choice. you know fans would probably want to see you and hwa dating, they talk about it anytime you two are seen hanging out or posting selfies together.

but then your eyes land on yeosang. kang yeosang. the one who has been your best friend basically since he joined the company. the one who use to listen to how much you were in love with yunho and san and seonghwa during your trainee days. he's the one who has encouraged you when you were scared of failing.

kang yeosang the one is your soulmate.

kang yeosang the one you want to publicly date.

"you don't have to—

"i know who i want to go public with," you say cutting eunji off. everyone seems to be waiting for you to speak and so you do, "yeosang."

yeosang perks up at the mention of his name and the two of you make eye contact. you can tell he's a little surprised, probably thinking that you would have chosen one of the others like san or seonghwa.

but you didn't choose them, you chose him. kang yeosang.

"if you want to that is, yeosang," you say wanting to him the opportunity to say no if he wanted to. you would understand if he did say no.

"no, let's go public together," he says probably a little too quickly, but hearing him say this makes your heart race and you're sure that seonghwa could likely feel it.

"alright then it's settled. we'll let the company know and within the next few hours, yeosang and y/n will be an official couple to the public. congrats," ateez's manager says before him and eunji bid you all goodbye and then leave.

yunho is first one to get up, not wanting to stick around longer than he needs to now that the meeting is over. you didn't notice how his eyes lingered on you after you said yeosang's name.

it was probably for the best anyway if you hadn't; however, san had noticed and knew he would have to talk with his boyfriend later. san knew yunho regrets letting you break up with him. the taller male had been in love with you for years, the love you both shared something san has always craved despite dating the both of you. it was pure love and love like that doesn't just disappear.

he'll talk with yunho later, but as of right now he needs to look over you and yeosang for the time being.

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[ryeriy]

don't you remember?

warnings: mentions of sex, fluff

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a/n: the story is told from two different tine zones so yeah. this is inspired by one of my favorite songs called isn't it midnight by fleetwood mac and this is probably my favorite because of it. I'm going to link the song because it is so good.

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5:06 PM, ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA

"Dude, I swear she's real! I saw her with my eyes! She's not fake!" Trevor exclaims at his brown-haired friend, who's laughing at him.

"She's not real Trevor, all you've told me is that you met her at a bar and had sex, you said you didn't even see her face and said she was pretty! You also said she was like a hippie and was qoute on qoute, calm, cool and collected. You don't even remember her name! She's not real! Wouldn't you think you'd remember a pretty girl?" He says while laughing at him. Laughing at how delusional he is sounding right now. "Jack, I'm not making this up! I had sex with her!" The delusional dark-haired one exclaims. "Whatever, you're lying." Jack sighs.

9:06 PM, PORTLAND, MAINE

"(Y/n)! You didn't have sex with THE Trevor Zegras. It's impossible!" Exclaimed a dirty blonde, beautiful, young women.

"Um I did! Remember when I went to Anaheim to see my sister? Well I came across an individual who happened to be him and I had sex with him!" I argued against the blonde. "Well yeah I look a bit weird and my personality is a bit questionable but that doesn't mean anything!"

"Well why didn't you get his number (y/n)?" She questioned me, I was looking clueless. "It was late Kat! I had to go to the airport to catch my flight!" "Yeah? Well you had enough time to screw each other but no time to exchange numbers?" Kat explained to me. "When was this anyways (y/n)?" She asked me. "Few months ago..." "And you didn't tell me till now! Jesus (y/n)! You claim you had sex with a famous hockey player and you don't think of telling me?!" Kat yelled at me for answers that I didn't have.

I explained to her what happened. Kat still denied to believe a single word that came out of my mouth. We kept arguing going back and fourth. The ding on her phone silenced the two of us. She checker her phone. "Oh that's weird." She said while making her face. "What is it now Kat?" I say while laughing at the face she made.

5:49 PM, ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA

"Ha! What a coincidence!" Jack says while pointing to his phone. "Yes?" Trevor questions him. "Well remember how I said I had this friend who lives in Maine?" He said. "What about her?"

"Well I texted her saying that you know, you keep blabbering about this girl who doesn't exist. She responded and said lol funny story. She told me that her friend, (y/n), and she is blabbering like you saying she was in Anaheim to vist family and she had sex with Trevor Zegras." Jack sighs.

"Can you ask your friend for her number?" Those are the words that slip from his mouth. "No I told you so?" Jack questioned questions. "What's. Her. Number." He repeats himself. "Fine, I'll ask her."

10:13 PM, PORTLAND, MAINE

"Oh my God, Kat! You will never believe this!" I jump up and down smiling so hard at my phone. "What?" She says while looking over at me. "He texted me! Trevor freaking Zegras texted me!" She rushes over to look down at my phone and she's in shock.

"I didn't think he would do it!" Kat says while sighing. "Do what?" I ask her. "Give him your number!" Kat wasn't making sense. Is she secretly friends with Trevor Zegras and decided not to tell me? "Wait are you friends with Trevor Zegras or something? Is that why he texted me?" I ask her. "No! My friend Jack is thoug-" I cut her off before she finished the sentence. "Jack Hughes?! You're friends with Jack Hughes and didn't mention it!?" I'm shocked. What else is she hiding, she's not Kat. "I didn't think I had to." She says while laughing. I sigh and laugh with her.

"Now, if you excuse me I have a very hot hockey player to talk to." I sa my while laughing and walking into my room. I heard Kat sigh as I walked into my bedroom. She probably turned on the TV or something for her.

6:30 PM, ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA

"Dude! She's actually texting me!" Trevor says to Jack. His face is bright red while he's looking at his phone. "I'll leave you to you it." Jack leaves the room and he leaves Trevor to be in love and fall for this girl he met once. The two started chatting for a long time, a really long time.

y/n <3

Hey, it's Trevor! I don't know if you remember me but we hooked up that one night. I just wanted to say I'm sorry that we didn't keep in touch but I'm texting you now so I hope you see this and we can talk :)

Hey! I'm y/n btw I don't think I introduced myself the first time we met. I'd love to keep in touch with you. You know when I first told people about our interaction they didn't believe me but since my friend, Kat is friends with your friend she had to believe me I guess lol.

Nice to meet you y/n. I was hoping we could talk. If you're not busy right now because if you're busy I can talk later but no rush.

I can tell you talk a lot.

Is that a bad thing?

No I like that about you :)

Thanks....so do you have time to talk...?

For you? Of course I do.

11:46 PM, PORTLAND, MAINE

I've been talking to him for just about an hour. I'm so in love with him already. We've been talking about almost everything you can talk about. All of the sudden a call notification pops up on my phone. Oh wow. I'm shocked. He's calling me. I pinched myself to make sure this whole thing wasn't a dream. I answer the call and hold my phone up to my War.

"Hello, (y/n)." I hear him say. I feel like I just melted from the overload of all this. I feel like a million butterflies were released into my stomach. I feel like my hear is going to explode from how fast it's pounding. "Hey." Is all I can say.

"How's it going pretty girl?" I can hear him smiling over the phone from California. He can probably hear me being a complete boy crazy mess for him.

"Good now that you called." I say while laughing at the end. I can hear him laugh along too.

"So, Jack was telling me his friend was from Maine. I'm assuming that's also where you live?" He asks. I still can't believe this actually happening to me.

"Yeah. She and I are roommates." I reply to him. I hear him let out an Mhm. I'm so anxious waiting for him talk again.

"Isn't it midnight for you? You know since your like on the other side of the world?" I laugh.

"Yeah almost. You do realize I'm not on the other side of the world? I'm just across the country." I say while laughing. I hear him let out a chuckle.

"Same thing." He says with a pause. "I'll let you go since you probably should sleep. I'll talk to you later?"

"Yeah, talk to you later." I say back to him as I hang up. I smile while I bring my phone down from me ear. I'm so in love with him.

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[cherryskeletoncake]

Helo i'm the anon who made the ask about the song love like you!

I'm Leaf or 🌿anon but most call me Leafie, nice to meet you, I really like your blog so If life let's me I'll be more often in your asks :]

Also: Yes please rant about Techza I love them so much and there isn't enough content about them in this planet!

I love how you headcanon almost all the same things that I do :DDD

Most people think that Technoblade is the one with the most bottled up feelings but to be honest I feel like that is Philza. He's always the father of the group and the one you always expect to be the "responsable" one, of course that bird man knows how to hide his emotions and keep them all inside him which sometimes makes unable to actually show them freely.

I feel like an example of that is Technoblade's execution, most people put Philza in fanarts or animatics in a really emotional state. But to me, how Philza actually reacted was more like "Oh... This is actually hapenning... huh?-" like in acceptance, I hc that he was in shock and didn't know how to properly respond to the situation at hand. Also because he's inmortal, he has seen many people die in his life but seeing Technoblade almost die was the second thing after many centuries that made him shed more than a tear afterwards. (First one was when wilbur died)

Omg I didn't realize how long what I wrote was until I stopped typping lmao i'm sorry-

Leafie i adore you already, kiking my feet and giggeling like a school girl here, love to see you in my asks🌸

I’m nodding my head in agreement here. Techno is actually pretty emotionally stable and in touch with himself, but philza is hiding his emotions a lot. Or maybe not hiding, but a lot of people read philza a little wrong if they don’t actually watch his pov. This includes the other caracters as well. (Witch is one of the things that make story told like the dream smp so fun. You get really close to one caracter, but it’s harder to read other caracters becouse you only see them trugh somebodyelses eyes. You don’t get the other caracters ‘’inner monologues’’ from the streamer when you just watch one pov <3 love that)

Love how you used the execution as a exsample becouse it fits really well! If you’ve only watched techno, tubbo or quackity’s pov you wouldn’t know that philza broke out of his ‘house arrest’ to follow the butcher army as they went to find techno. Philza knew they were comming and his ‘act of surprise ’ when they brought techno in is only half true. Philza had hoped techno would have been able to escape (he knows techno like that) and his ‘’I can’t believe they actually cought you’’ is genuine but not quite as dramatic as the animations make out. But there is genuine concern for techno and resentment growing for new l’manberg growing in phil when he sees tubbo and fudy (and quackity and ranboo but they don’t have too much of a ‘conection’ with phil yet) actually go trough with their plans against techno.

But for someone who doesn’t watch phil or techno and might not ‘know’ philza as well during that scene might think of his emotions like dipair and fear for this frend and his own entapment. But someone who watches both techno and philza can see that phil is actually keeping a very leveld and calm attitude, conerned? Yes, techno is his best frend after all and loosing him like this would be horrefying. But not quite in dispair like he was over having killed wilbur. Shock is a good reading of his feelings, but i also found him more frustrated that he can’t do anyting than sad. (Phil was not happy when tubbo shot that arrow at him. Litterly a ‘’philza will remember this’’ type of moment lol)

Techno and Phil both hold their emotions close and uses them to fouel their actions. But techno is better at knowing himself and making himself clear with what he’s saying (if only people actually listen to him) and philza tends to pretend and hide his true feelings, like a mask that might look like what he’s actually feeling, but it’s a little stiff. Philza might also be better at lying than techno, like in a cassual way. (Techno is actually pretty bad at telling lies when confronted, he can make exscuses and avoid the question, but when confronted directly he gest … idk ‘figety’? It’s fun to see)

I’m once again rambeling. There are just so many ways to inerpert them! Philza and his emotions is so funny to see in how he RP’s as a content creator, and i feel like he’s really grown a lot at being more clear when he’s ‘acting as a caracter’ in the qsmp vs the dream smp.

#ask #leafie ask #i might have missed your point a little in my rambelings but i 100% agree with you #i just find it fun to think about how small things of contexst changes the different meanings #fxs wheater or not one sees techno as a imortal like phil or as just a human with one heart #and how that afects the reacctions the caracters has #just #a fun series of ‘what if’

[suna1suna1]

Hello, Tumblr! It's WIP Wednesday!

I think I'm gonna switch some stuff up because I haven't been getting much interaction with my WIP Wednesday game for a while, which is understandable. After a while of the same things, it isn't as exciting anymore and just gets boring.

So for this week, I'm gonna start a (no pressure) tag game! If you don't like participating in these, you don't have to, and if I tag you and you don't want to, PLEASE feel free to let me know. I don't want to be that annoying moot in your activity every week.

That said, here are the rules.

If I tag you, you can send 500-1000 words if your current WIP if you're a writer, your current WIP or WIPs if you're an artist, or both if you're both!

Then, once you're done, you can tag as many or as few people you want! Once again, NO PRESSURE! You can do or not do this as you please! ^^

Gonna get the tags out of the way first

@deadrabbithq @killingthecringe @nodulemodule

Starting with the art WIP, I have Silver's ref that I'm working on for To Catch a Hedgehog (as requested by the poll I put out)

And underneath the cut, here's about 500 words from To Catch a Hedgehog (if you don't like sonadow, no need to look under this cut. Ik at least one of the people I tagged isn't too big on it so yeah, no need to read if you're not into it lol)

"Informant. Now, why haven't you moved yet?" 

Sonic: "SO YOU WERE STALKING ME! GO AWAY!" 

Shadow: "I told you, it's not stalking. And I'm trying to save your ass."

Sonic: "After trying to take me out? Nah. I'm good." 

Shadow: "Look, I get it. But if you don't get out of the city, Robotnik is going to fire me and sick somebody else on you, and I doubt they'd be as merciful as I have been." 

Sonic: "Huh... 'have been'... interesting word choice. Okay, I'll bite. Why do you want to save me so bad when it's obviously putting your job at risk? I'm literally the person trying to wake people up and get Butt-nik out of power. Why are you turning on your boss?" 

Shadow didn't respond for a while. Why was he doing this? Sonic was right. He was putting his job, hell, maybe even his life on the line for a random guy. But this random guy was the only person stubborn enough to pull the kind of stunt he did. But if Robotnik wanted him dead so bad, then maybe it was because it was working. 

Besides, while Shadow had a job, it wasn't pleasant. It had never been something he wanted. He remembered wanting to help people, help Maria. He remembered saving up for medical school... before Ivo took out the council. Now he'd ended too many lives with his own hands.

Maria would have hated the person he'd become. He sure did. 

Her face flashed in his mind's eye. Her smile, encouraging. 

He swallowed. Then he typed out his reply.

Shadow: "You're not the only one who's lost people you loved to that monster." 

Sonic didn't reply for a bit. Shadow wasn't sure if he was going to, if that was a good enough reason to listen to him. 

Several minutes later, there was a new reply. 

Sonic: "I guess everyone has. But then why have you gone along with it for so long?" 

Shadow: "In the moment, I guess it beats starving." 

Sonic: "...Yeah, I still don't trust you. How do I know you're not gonna come here and murder me in my sleep anyway?" 

Shadow: "If I were going to do that, I already would have."

Sonic: "Sure... Anyway, is that all? Because I'm hungry and I can smell my roommate making chili." 

Shadow: "No. I want to know how you got those paintings up so fast. And you said you'd seen it when people become completely cybernetic. How?" 

Sonic: "Question numero uno, trade secret. Question numero dos, you don't want to know." 

Shadow: "I work for the government and even I don't know. I didn't even know that could happen." 

Sonic: "Oh, it does. All the time. Not pretty." 

Shadow: "How do you know?"

Sonic: "...Alright, look. I'm gonna set up a more secure account (and probably burn this one). I'll message you on the one condition that you don't tell anyone who I am. We can go from there after I've eaten." 

Shadow: "Fair enough."

#wip #wip wednesday #art wip #writing wip #tag game #sonic the hedgehog #sonadow #<- in case anyone on this corner of tumblr is interested in the writing wip #tw // mentions of violence #tw // mentions of death #first time starting a tag game #if anyone else would like me to tag them next week lemme know too! #My DMs and replies are open XD

[strawhatsoraya]

Yo ! How are you doing ? :)

As an ADHD girl, I was wondering if I could request headcanons for Corazon, law and Luffy with a female SO who has ADHD (inattentive type) ?

To help you with it (especially if you are not familiar with it) my symptoms are :

-forgetting and loosing things constantly

-being overwhelmed when there's is too much things happening (especially at work), like multiple people talking close to me ect, If someone talks to me and there's someone else speaking loudly or close to me I won't be able to filter anything that's being said to me and I'll lag haha

- when I'm sitting I'm either constantly moving (fidgeting, scratching my skin all the time, looking around...) Or I'll look super calm and absent, zoning out completely and working on autopilot and just daydream constantly or planning stuff in my head

- I often get distracted during conversations, I think about something else and I'll miss half of what they were talking about. I'm either going to bid my head and deal with the little infos I got or ask "what is happening? What did you say?" Even though I was there looking at my friends the whole time and when they don't respond and move on I feel isolated :( I have two people close to me that often asks me if I understood everything and I often say no and they repeat, it helps me (but I know it's annoying to do so I don't expect it)

-I will often not look in someone's eyes when they are talking to me but looking around or let my eyes get lost in the void. I'm listening (if the conversation is short) and responding but idk why I won't look at you

- I actually harm myself fidgeting when I walk and scratch my leg with my shoes (I can't help it) and it gives me scares and I bleed :( (I'll try fidget toys and see if I can get over this)

-im so bad with time I constantly am paranoid of being late so I'm always one or two hours early at meetings because if I'm not too early I'm late, there's no I'm between (when I'm with my friends they must tell me to chill and that we will be on time if I follow their rythm and it helps)

-im afraid I'm being too obnoxious and childish sometimes :( so I often apologizes when I'm happy, (but recently I've been told I shouldn't because it's funny and it's nice to have some positive) example when I'm outside with people : "OH this is so pretty!", "It's so beautiful!", "Look at that tree ! So beautiful!!!" Every 10 seconds, jumping around ect. BUT with people I don't feel comfortable with or not enough I undereact to hide how easily excited I am to the point people think I'm not interested

I hope this helped! Thanks 😊

Hey! I'm doing well for a Sunday lol. Thanks for sending in your request. As someone who struggles with ADHD I totally related to your symptoms lol. I constantly lose track of my belongings, and have the worst time management ever. I have like 100 alarms on my phone and somehow manage to snooze them all. It's a problem. I know. Anyway, I wrote a few drabbles for you for this cute little headcanon. I hope you enjoy!

Corazon

 eyes that (don’t) commit

He hadn’t noticed at first. It was a truth he’d be too ashamed to admit. He hadn’t noticed the way your eyes always flit from spot to spot–quick as a butterfly, your attention always split in between worlds. He hadn’t noticed the way you always responded a beat or two too slow, or the way you’d repeat his last words like a parrot–a cute one–as if that would help jog your memory; or perhaps you were stalling, trying to buy time.

He never really understood why; truthfully he didn’t see a reason for it.

You were you, and that was fine. You laughed at his jokes, and had once, very boldly, with your whole chest made fun of his laugh only to confess very quickly that you loved it too; loved how it made you laugh, and what more could Cora ask for?

Your laughter followed his own wherever it went. It didn't matter if your eyes didn’t. He knew your heart was with his.

Law

where focus goes energy flows

At first, it irritated him. You were unable to follow through for lengthy conversations. He’d be staring at a book, expecting you to understand his instructions. When he’d look up, you’d be staring blankly, a little smile on your lips. 

It was both infuriating, and endearing.

You always seemed embarrassed after, deeply apologetic. You’d say the word over and over and over, like it would ease his heart. A ‘sorry’ did nothing for him. The expression on your face, the pained look behind your eyes was infinitely more worrisome than any bit of conversation that you had missed.

How many before him had failed to understand you? How many had turned your heart away because they lacked a certain kind of tolerance? He couldn’t tolerate the mere idea of it.

The day it finally clicked, he found you in a corner of the Polar Tang, as if you were trying to remember where you were headed. He chuckled beside himself, and gathered you in his arms, squeezing you tightly.

“I really hate it when you say: huh,” he could hear your voice now, see you blinking. It made the corner of his mouth twitch. “But it’s okay. You can keep saying it as many times as you need.”

Luffy

what a plot twist you were

The Sunny could be so loud sometimes; in so  many ways. You could handle the chaos most of the time. You thrived in it, almost, the way there were always so many conversations going on at once. It did; however, become inconvenient when you were trying to pay attention to your boyfriend.

You were both sitting on the head of the Sunny, ocean vast and wide ahead of you. You knew you had been observing the rippling water, the way the waves became white and foamy as the ship sailed on. Then what had happened? You’re not sure.

It’s Luffy’s pinger poking your cheek that brings you back. You turn your head slowly to look at him, eyes wide, head empty. He smiles widely at you, a small wheezy laugh shaking his shoulders. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks brightly, eyes crinkling at the corners. You return his smile. This is what you loved about Luffy; this and many things. The easy way he made you feel like you belonged, right there next to him. No judgment. No pretenses. 

“I don’t have any. Do I still get a penny?” you ask him. Luffy’s chuckles become softer, a little mischievous. His eyes narrow slightly, as he wrinkles his nose.

“How about a kiss?” he says and he leans to capture your lips with his.

#fic request #one piece headcanons #one piece hcs #donquixote rocinante #corazon x reader #corazon x you #one piece corazon #law x y/n #law x reader #law x you #one piece law #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #one piece luffy #one piece fluff #luffy fluff #law fluff

[iuwonys]

two idiots in love — y.jw ★ part one !

synopsis. chou y/n's mom suddenly passes and she now has to run her floral shop that's halfway across town. alongside, she has to give up attending her dream school and become a student at hybe university and meets yang jungwon; who ends up becoming a regular at the floral shop.

pairings. softball player!jungwon x florist fem!reader

genre. strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pining, this is a series lol

status: wip/ongoing

“y/n, stop sulking. it’s really not that bad!” your bestfriend, heejin assures you. “i am not sulking! i’m just- you know-” “sulking!” she cuts you off. you roll your eyes in response, hating that she’s right. in your defense, you did not want to be at this school. it sounds sefish, seeing your situation but it still sucked. “i know it’s hard giving up your dream school but maybe this was for the best? you never know what the future holds” heejin tells you.

“i guess, i’m just a little bummed out though. at least i have the shop” you shrugged, trying to see the positive in all of this. “exactly! plus, i’m gonna be there with you 24/7” she smiles. you smile back as you both enter your new dorm. it was a nice size, and had enough room for both of your things as you didn't have much.

“oh ny god, this is so cute! i can’t wait to decorate this place” heejin clapped happily before basically throwing hersef onto one of the beds. you took the spot next to her and laughed at how cheerful she was. thank god you had her.

you and heejin had now part ways as you had different classes (obviously) and you were currently looking for your classroom. you kept switching between looking at your guide and the doors of each room in the hall. in the midst of you not paying attention, you ended up bumping into someone.

“oh my god- i am so sorry! i wasn’t paying attention” you blurt out. “it’s alright, don’t worry” the voice spoke. you finally rose your head and met eyes with the person you clashed into. the man was gorgeous. “are you sure? i’m really sorry again” you apologized once more. he nodded in response.

“are you by any chance new here?” he asked. “uh- yeah. i was looking for my class” you responded. “what class? i can walk you” he offered. “i’m looking for mrs. wong? i think” you told him. “ah okay, i have her class so we can just walk together” he smiled.

“really? thank you, i appreciate that” you smiled back and allowed him to lead the way to the classroom. “so.. i never got your name?” “huh? oh! i’m y/n, and you?” you asked.

“jungwon, yang jungwon” you nodded in response and jungwon kept the conversation going. “what are you majoring in?” he asked. “i’m majoring in pshycology, how about you?”

“oh i’m majoring in computer science, it’s pretty nice” he replied. you guys continued to talk and get to know each other until you finally arrived at your class. jungwon offered you a seat next to him, in which you gladly accepted.

he was a really sweet guy, you hoped to be seeing him more often.

— ★ —

your classes soon ended and you headed to straight to the shop after changing. the bell on the door ranh and heejin walked in, dressed and ready. “i have arrived! you ready?” she asked. “ready as always, but we just got some more sunflowers in so can you restock those and i can handle front desk” you asked. “of course” heejin smiled and got to work.

one of the perks of running this shop was being able to work with your bestfriend. it honestly makes the just way less stressful.

you stayed behind the front desk, patiently waiting for someone to walk in. not long after, the bell on the door rang and someone came in. you straightened up your posture and put one a small smile.

wait, was that jungwon?

“hi- wait y/n? you work here?” he asked, a little shocked. “uh yeah! i actually kinda run the place” you replied. “that’s so cool! this place is great” he smiled, eye scanning the shop. “thank you! so, what do you need today?” you asked.

“well, my older sister just got engaged and i wanna get her a small congratulations gift. do you have anything she might like?” he asked. “hm, i think i have something. follow me” you led jungwon to one of the walls which was mostly full of daisies.

“these are daisies, they symbolize friendship and prosperity. these are the best flowers to use when congratulating or wishing luck to a loved one” you explained. jungwon nodded as you spoke.

“these are perfect! i’ll take them” he smiled. “alright, i’ll get them ready in a vase for you” you took the flowers and prepared them in a nice bouquet before putting them in a nice vase. you wrapped the vase in pretty white bow before letting jungwon know that they were ready.

“here you are! that’ll be $15.95” he payed for the flowers and you were about to give him his changed back when he stopped you. “just keep it, i don’t mind” “what? no- take your change”

“y/n, it’s fine. just keep it” he chuckled. “i- fine. thank you, jungwon. also, make sure to put some water in that vase and keep them exposed to as much sunlight as possible! tell your sister to do the same” you reminded him.

“got it, thank you!” he waved goodbye before exiting the shop.

you jumped in shock when felt someone creep up behind you. “heejin what the fuck! you scared the shit out of me” you dramatically held your chest. heejin just scoffed and nudged your shoulder. “who’s the cutie?” she asked, her head nodding towards the door. you gave her a look.

“someone i bumped into today, literally” you sort of mumbled the last part. “bumping into people on the first day? dork move” heejin joked. you playfully slapped her before shoving her away from you lightly. “shut up, you’re not funny” you pouted.

“i’m hilarious” you scoffed and watched as she walked away to finish working. you sighed and sat down in the seat behind the desk, working on some stuff on the computer. you were tired and already had plenty of assignments to do.

time flew by and it was soon time to close. you did the normal closing procedures before you and heejin headed back to your dorms.

— ★ —

“i just can’t believe we already have a project! it’s only the second day for fucks sake!” heejin whines. “there there, jinnie” you sarcastically comforted. heejin glared at you before slapping your hand away from her shoulder.

you and heejin were currently leaving class when you heard someone call your name. both you and heejin turned at the same time and saw jungwon approaching you.

“oh, hi jungwon” you spoke. “hey! i wanted to ask you sometime” you nodded as a signal for him to go on. “since you're new and all, i was wondering if you'd like to eat lunch with my friends and i? you're friend can come aswell” he offered.

“uh-” heejin pinched your arm, making you wince. you looked over to her to see her giving you a look. “sure! we'd love to eat lunch with you” heejin ended up answering for you.

“cool, we’ll be at the be:lift café at around 2:40” he smiled before walking off. as soon as he was out of sight, heejin flicked your forehead. “ow! what the hell heejin?” you exclaimed, rubbing the spot on your forehead.

“what the hell was that?” heejin whisper shouted. “i don’t know what you mean” you shrugged. “you were daydreaming mid conversation” heejin put emphasis on that last part. “i- i was not? leave me alone” you groaned.

“i know what i saw! you totally like him” heejin teased. “i barely know him, jin! i mean yeah he’s cute but i know nothing about him” you said. “well that’s all about to change” heejin winked as she walked off.

god you could not stand her.

— ★ author’s note: hii ! first chapter is done. i’m actually pretty happy with this and i hope whoever reads enjoys it aswell :D sorry if it was short :( please send feedback or asks, thank you 🤍 !

#iuwonys #jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon fic #jungwon imagines #jungwon fluff #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen fic