#woke up in the middle of the night to make this

[thoughtsandmusingsandideas]

Dehya + Arlecchino Forgotten!Creator AU

A proper response to @ninjacomix sorry for the wait!

Dehya

You woke up in the deserts of Sumeru when you first arrived in Teyvat, so it’s no surprise that the first people you met were Eremites 

Unlike the Traveler, you are not immediately attacked- half because of your divinity subtly making them more docile, and half because you’re covered in sand and dressed in foreign clothes and practically melting under the sun- and yeah, you look too pathetic to rob

They end up taking you back to Aaru Village, and that’s where you end up meeting Dehya.

Well, technically you meet Dehya the day after you arrive, when you rush outside during a sandstorm and spot her fighting monsters

It’s a bit surreal, watching an actual fight like this, and you’re frozen in awe

At least until you notice the Rifthound sneaking up on her

You’re panicking as you lunge forward, feeling something begin to expand inside you, and-

Everything is still

Both the storm and the Rifthounds are frozen in place, and Dehya is looking at you, extremely confused

“What is this?!?” “HOW SHOULD I KNOW?!?!” “YOU’RE THE ONE DOING IT!!!!”

Dehya dispatches the Rifthounds quickly, and the sandstorm resumes

And the next day, the both of you set out towards the Akademiya, wanting to figure out what your deal is

(You don’t realize that now the gods are remembering the creator, the Akademiya is Scrambling to find any and all information on you and why they forgot you)

During the journey the both of you grow close, and a few weeks in, the both of you wrapped in a blanket to protect from the chill of a desert night, you turn to her.

“Hey, let’s get married.”

And after choking on her water, she agrees to it

Congratulations! You have a wife!

The Creator, showing up hand in hand with an Eremite is not what an Akademiya scholar expected to see at four in the morning on a random day, but that is what he saw- and he thinks the subsequent panic is very understandable

Before you know it, you and your new wife are sitting in the acting grand sages office as Nahida uses some kind of Archon communication to page the other Archons

It takes about an hour for them to burst through the door

(In that time you’ve taught Alhaitham and Dehya how to play Rock Paper Scissors, Go Fish, Uno, and you’re in the middle of teaching them slapjack. Alhaithams hands are suspiciously red and Dehya is smirking)

They’re instantly fretting over you, apologizing for forgetting you and generally praising you, completely overwhelming until Dehya pulls you away

“Hey! Who are you supposed to be!” It’s Venti, disappointed that his god has been taken from him

“That’s my wife!” You state proudly.

And then everything clicks

“Wait, I’m a god?” 

The room explodes in noise, but Dehya’s hand never leaves yours

Arlecchino

When it comes to Arlecchino, instead of taking you to Aaru Village, you ask them to take you to the border of Fontaine

You’ve only made it to the end of Sumeru in the Archon Quests- maybe if you head to Fontaine now, you’ll get to see the Archon Quest in person!

It’s only once you’ve taken the Aquabus to the Court of Fontaine that you realize you do not have a single mora on your person. 

It’s after a day of exploring that you end up near the sea, and after being startled by a giant crab appearing from nowhere (It was Very Scary I promise) you end up tumbling into the water, you’re trapped under, and-

Wait… you can still breathe!

You light up with excitement, diving deeper, and that begins your life as a diver.

You end up becoming a collector, selling cool shells and oddities to anyone in the Court who’s willing to buy them (You’ve built up a pretty good rapport with the supply manager of Chiori’s Boutique)

It’s also underwater that you discover you’re the creator- finding an old abandoned temple with murals of a god that look just like you, helping you make sense of the power beneath your skin

But hey, if no one else was gonna bring it up, you wouldn’t either

And it’s underwater that you end up meeting your first Fatui member: Freminet

He was surprised when he first saw you swimming around- but now he’s grown pretty accustomed to you, and sometimes you guys even interact

Admittedly, sound doesn’t travel well underwater, so most of your communication is via charades, but the two of you end up growing close

Freminet shows you cool diving spots, you collect valuables from the ocean floor together, swim together in blissful silence, and play with all the friendly ocean animals you seem to attract

It only takes about a month for Freminet to begin mentally referring to you as mother (This boy is starved of a parental figure)

And after that it only takes a week before he slips up

He’s waiting in Father’s office, looking around as he waits for him to arrive

It’s pretty sparsely decorated- but there are a few ornaments still left around.

“Mother would like this…” Freminet muses, looking at a small model boat, delicate and intricately carved.

A flash of heat at his back. “… What did you just say?”

After a very long and frantic explanation, and a slightly shorter lecture on stranger danger, Arlecchino demands to meet you.

You first meet the harbinger after a day diving with Freminet, and he shoots you an apologetic look as you both surface to find a harbinger on the shore

And then you make eye contact

Your thoughts: That is a harbinger. From the Fatui. Huh. I’m going to pretend not to know that.

Arlecchino’s thoughts: That is the Creator that The Tsaritsa told me to look out for. They have the exact same appearance. I will pretend not to know that.

Arlecchino asks you to tea to get to know you better, and it devolves from there.

At your tea party, she introduces herself as a completely normal orphanage matron, and you’re polite enough to not point out that her brooch is a tiny Fatui emblem

You introduce yourself as a normal diver and she ignores the fact that your spoon has been stirring sugar into your tea without you even touching it

Your relationship continues in a similar fashion, with the both of you pretending to be a completely normal couple

After a few months, when both of you are getting married, you both ignore the oddities of your guests

“Ah, darling, the Fatui are here.” “Oh yes, they sponsor my orphanage, how polite of them to come.”

“Angel, Morax is here.” “Huh. Isn’t he supposed to be dead?” “Yes.” “Well, I’m glad he could make it.” 

The both of you continue with intense purposeful ignorance

Venti: Your grace, do you really want to marry the harbinger? Is she threatening you?

You: What harbinger? I’m marrying a completely normal and totally average orphanage owner. So kind and generous she is.

Arlecchino, in the background, kicking Childe for trying to start a fight at her wedding, pausing to turn and wave: Hello.

Also Freminet is the flower girl

#genshin sagau #sagau #sagau genshin #sagau x reader #sagau forgotten!creator au #genshin impact sagau #sagau cult au #Sagau forgotten!creator au #sagau Dehya #Sagau Arlecchino #Sorry if my writing is inconsistent I won’t fix it #forgotten!creator au

[fyorina]

ᡣ𐭩 KNOW IT'S FOR THE BETTER (ALL I WANTED WAS YOU)

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: he can't stop himself from calling; you can't stop yourself from answering. he never speaks, but he doesn't have to—just knowing he's there is enough to lure you in. that's how it remains for weeks. that is until you mention that you're going on a risky mission and dazai has to to make an equally risky decision to keep you safe.

(wordcount: 3.1k; fem!reader, pm!reader, post-defection, angsty but not awfully so (again, sorry, i swear there's happier ones coming), implied alcoholism, dazai gets a bit jealous, ango cameo)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: OKAYYYYYY this was actually my first pm!reader and pmzai fic, believe it or not, it's been in my notes app for ages. i tried to fix most of the inconsistencies. as always, can be read as a standalone butttt for the people following the pm!reader universe, this comes directly after death by a thousand cuts! i hope you guys enjoy!! im actually rlly excited to finally get this fic out here!

He calls you sometimes.

Well, you don’t know for sure it’s him—he never speaks, if you’re lucky sometimes you can hear soft puffs of air from the other line, and the number is always unknown, but you know in your heart that it’s him. 

The first call came three days after you found him drunk in an alley—seven months after his defection. 

The unknown caller ID popped up on your phone while you were drinking with Chuuya in his apartment, trying to forget all about Dazai Osamu and all of the pain he’s brought you. You answered it irritably and when you got no response from the caller, you promptly told them to fuck off and die if they’re going to waste your time with prank calls. You expected them to hang up right away but they didn’t—in fact, they only hung up when they heard Chuuya shouting for you to get off the phone so he can open another bottle of wine, as if he wasn’t going to anyway. 

The next call came another three days after that. 

You were in a meeting with Mori when the unknown caller popped back up on your phone screen. You excused yourself to answer the phone only because you were desperate for a reason to get out of the meeting—you think that he might’ve somehow sniffed out that you ran into Dazai and if he outright asked you, you didn’t know if you’d be able to lie without him catching you in it. 

Regardless of the reasoning, you were even more pissed off than you were the first time when you heard the silence on the other end, accusing them of fucking with you and demanding to know how they got your number—again, the person didn’t say anything, and you hung up even more irate than you were the first time. 

It takes three more calls for you to put the pieces together—it’s a bit embarrassing how long it took you, but in your defense, you were trying to put Dazai Osamu as far from your mind as possible. Honestly, you weren’t even sure of it when you first guessed his name. It’s a shot in the dark when you answer the unknown caller for the fifth time and whisper, “Dazai?” so very hesitantly. Your confirmation comes in the form of a sharp inhale on the other line before it instantly goes dead. 

He doesn’t call again for two weeks, and when he finally does, it’s in the middle of the night. The buzzing of the phone woke you up, your alarm clock glowing a bright 3:15 am. You don’t even look at the caller—you figure it’s Chuuya, who has yet to return from his mission in Sendai—as you answer with a groggy “what?” 

You get no response besides the sound of a shaky breath on the other end and suddenly you’re wide awake as you realize who exactly called. He doesn’t speak, even as you make yourself sick with anger—he’s conscious and coherent this time, unlike the time you ran into him in the alley, so you take the opportunity to unleash all of the pent up rage and hurt that you’d withheld that night. You cry for the first time since he defected and he stays on the line the whole time, until you eventually exhaust yourself and fall asleep. When you wake up in the morning, he’s hung up, but the call time reads four and a half hours. 

It becomes a weekly occurrence—occasionally biweekly. 

Sometimes, you tell him about your day, rambling on about how you were irritated because Mori made you deal with Ace or complaining about recent territory issues that the Port Mafia has been facing—something that you probably shouldn’t be sharing on an unsecure line with someone who defected from the mafia, but you can never bring yourself to fully care because it’s Dazai. 

Other times, you just lay in bed quietly, exhausted after a full day of work, the phone resting next to your ear as doze off to the comforting sound of his steady breathing. 

You don’t tell anyone. 

If anyone knew you’re keeping in contact with a traitor, you’d be executed. You think that Chuuya might know—the two of you now share the penthouse of the westernmost skyscraper of the five buildings of the Port Mafia’s base and you know he’s smart enough to have put together who you’re talking to late at night. But if he does, he doesn’t say anything, because he too knows what the consequences of your actions would be if it were true.

You let out a soft puff of air as your phone begins buzzing—it’s well past midnight and you’re half asleep, but you roll over and pick up the phone with heavy eyes.

“Hey,” you whisper.

Dazai doesn’t respond, he never does, but you can hear him breathing on the other line, closer to the speaker than he usually is. You can’t help but notice that his breath is heavier than usual too, a bit shakier. 

He’s been drinking, you realize. You figured that he usually drinks on the nights that he calls you, but he never lets himself close enough to the speaker for you to figure out if it’s true. You just hope it’s not as bad as….

“I won’t be able to answer for a while after this,” you say quietly after a few moments, rolling over in bed to shift your face closer to the phone. “Mori assigned me another mission. An infiltration one—first one since you’ve been gone.”

Dazai would know the implications of that, and from the way he inhales sharply at your words, you know he does instantly, even in his drunken state. 

Whenever you were sent on infiltration missions, Dazai was always the one in your ear, making sure that you got in and out safely. You refused to take infiltration missions unless Dazai and his freakish prophetic ability was the one on comms for you because you knew he’d be able to figure out if you’ve been compromised before the enemy have even figured it out for themselves. 

But you had known it was only a matter of time before Mori put you back on them. You’re the best suited in the Port Mafia for them and the recent issues with that gang that’s been moving into the northern wards from Asakusa all but demands interference from the inside lest you guys will be dealing with another major gang war and the city can’t handle that. 

“I’m nervous,” you admit for the first time, voice little over a whisper. “I don’t trust anyone but you to be my eyes and ears. Plus this mafia is... They're very violent. Kawabata leads it. I faced off against him in Osaka before he moved into Tokyo, back when I was still in Kyoto. It's... risky. It's been years but I'm worried he'll recognize me. I don't know why Mori is insisting on me being the one to go in.”

You swear you hear Dazai take in another breath, as if he was about to say something this time, but he doesn’t. Your throat feels swollen and your eyes feel misty, jaw tight. Not for the first time, you miss Dazai. You miss him so desperately that you swear your chest caves in at the thought of him. 

You want to hate him but you know you can’t. You've come to accept that already. But you think you still might like to pretend you can.

You told yourself after you ran into him that night that you’d push him from mind, you’d forget about him. You knew that one day you’d meet him again—you and Dazai Osamu have been entwined since the day you met, fate has a lot left in store for the two of you for things to just so abruptly end—but until that day, you have to focus on what matters. And what matters is the Port Mafia.

But how are you supposed to forget him when he can’t even bring himself to fully leave you behind? You think it’s cruel of him, and you think that you should ignore his calls until he finally gives up, but you can’t bring yourself to because no matter how much you preach about forgetting him, if the choice of keeping contact with him arises, you’ll always choose it.

“I miss you,” you breathe out, voice cracking over your words. “I miss you so much that it hurts, Dazai. i-“

The line goes dead. 

The words on your lips die as soon as you realize he hung up, heart sinking. You sigh as you stare up at the ceiling before curling over onto your side, hoping to at least get a little sleep before your early wake up call for mission prep. 

But it’s a naive hope—you know that you’ll never sleep tonight, not with thoughts of Dazai Osamu racing through your mind. 

Dazai shouldn’t be doing this. 

His knuckles are white as he sits at a row of monitors in a locked down ex-government facility. On each of the screens are different vantage points of the main base of the Scarlet Gang, the mafia that had been run out of the Asakusa ward of Tokyo by the Sun and Steel and is now challenging the Port Mafia. 

Ango is pacing somewhere behind him, expression tight and arms crossed against his chest. Dazai knows that he’s livid over this, but Dazai also does not care because he doesn’t think that Ango has a right to be livid about anything that Dazai does anymore. 

He’s been here for three days already. His knees are tucked to his chest as he sits on the spinning chair, bags heavy beneath his eyes and hair matted and oily after days of sitting in front of the screen without budging an inch. He doesn’t dare take his eyes off the screen—not when your life is on the line, and especially not when he’s not even on a direct comms line with you. All he has is a burner cell and hope that you at least take a look at your phone if he has to send a text.

If this mission is like every other infiltration mission you’ve been sent on, it’ll be another two days before your planned extraction—and if you have the same luck you always do, the mission will go smoothly. But Dazai has a dark feeling in his gut, and he isn’t quite sure if it’s because he has no control over the mission or if something bad really is going to happen, there have already been some suspicious signs and he doesn't trust Mori. Your whole comment about his insistence on you going keeps scratching the back of his head like he's missing something, because there's no way Mori would ever risk losing your ability, especially to Kawabata. The man is always scheming, and Dazai is certain there's one simmering below the facade of this mission but he just can't figure out what. Either way, he knows he can't risk stepping away for even a moment. 

“I thought you were done with this, Dazai.” Ango finally has the nerve to voice what dazai knows he’s been itching to say for three days. “I thought-“

“Maybe you should stop thinking,” Dazai says dryly, his head hurts and sweat is beading beneath his arms. Three days without drinking is affecting him way more than he thought it would, but he can’t afford to be inebriated for this.

“Dazai-“ Ango begins.

“I’m not doing this for the Port Mafia,” Dazai cuts him off, dark eyes dragging across the screen to where he sees you laughing with one of the members of the Scarlet Gang, leaning in close with a teasing smile. 

You’re beautiful. Stunning. He can’t blame the way the man you’re talking to seems to gravitate closer to you, enamored by the sound of your voice and the way your eyes glitter beneath the room’s chandelier, but he still wishes he could put a bullet through his head. 

He hasn’t seen you since the day before he left—well, he doesn’t remember seeing you since then, at least. He has some suspicions regarding the part of his ear that mysteriously went missing the night he woke up in one of your shared safehouses, but this is his first time really seeing you and it makes his chest feel sick and heavy to know you’re so out of reach and by his own doing, nonetheless.

His eyes narrow as he watches the man reach out to brush his fingers against your arm. His lips twist down even more when his gaze tracks down to your lips—this is always his least favorite part of being on comms for your infiltration missions. 

“You won’t be able to oversee all of her infiltration missions anymore, Dazai,” Ango says, voice a bit more gentle and Dazai has a distinct urge to rip out the man’s vocal cords. “Once I get your records clear and you’ve joined up with the Agency, you’re going to have to leave this all behind for good. All of it.”

Dazai doesn’t respond. His lips press together tight as Ango’s words register. He knows that he’s right, that if he wants to honor Odasaku’s final wishes, then he has to leave everything behind—even you—but he can hardly even bear the thought of it. Never seeing you again, never hearing your voice again, he thinks that a life without you is not a life worth living. 

He thought that he’d be able to do it, that he’d be able to cut you off just like everyone else, but it only took one drunken night at a bar when he stared at old pictures of you for a bit too long for him to give in to the aching feeling in his chest, the desperate need to at least hear your voice one last time. 

Except one last time turned into another and another; as much as Dazai Osamu likes to pretend to be strong, he’s always been weak at heart for you. From he moment he met you three years earlier during the Dragon’s Head Conflict—sent with Chuuya by Mori to retrieve you after finding out the squad sent to escort you back had been decimated by an ability user—he’s known that he was out of his depth when it comes to you. 

He was already curious to begin with, Mori doesn’t speak highly of anyone but he did speak highly of you, and at first Dazai assumed it was just because you were a girl, and a young one at that. Everyone knows Mori’s gross fascination with them. But when they found you mid-conflict with an ability user, trying to hold your own with only a gun and some rubble as shields to defend yourself from sweltering flames, he realized that maybe there was more that meets the eye to you. 

You’re beautiful—god, he can never stress it enough, words don’t do you justice. Wicked smart. Can talk your way into and out of any situation. Have a bounty on your head high enough to rival his own. From the day he met you, Dazai knew you were everything he’s ever wanted. And yeah, maybe it took him too long to come to terms with that, but it doesn’t make the feelings any less powerful.

Sometimes, when he drinks just a bit too much and he finds himself staring at old pictures of the two of you that he’d taken, he wonders if you would have come with him if he told you what he was doing. He wonders if maybe he hadn’t been a coward, you would be with him right now instead of risking your life on an infiltration mission with some incompetent moron on comms instead of him. He wonders if maybe he would have kissed you on that same bridge he tried to kill himself during that first week he spent drunk and alone. 

He doubts it. In his heart, he’s pretty sure you’d always choose the Mafia over him, but it’s nice to pretend sometimes.

“I don’t care” Dazai finally says, his voice rougher than he intended as he gives Ango a cold look from the corner of his eye. “I won’t let her die on a bullshit mission because some clown is on comms for her.” 

Ango doesn’t get a chance to respond again because Dazai’s eyes are drawn back to the monitors, where a conversation is taking place on the far side of the room. A conversation that has them looking in your direction a bit too often for his liking.

Dazai inhales, rising to his feet, shoulders and arms tensing as his eyes trace the screen, trying to figure out if he should send you a warning. If he’s wrong, it’ll have completely blown your mission and it would put you at risk if Mori or any of the other executives start questioning you as to why you abandoned the mission for no reason.

But if he’s right… 

Dazai is good at many things, and he’s always been quick to be the one on comms with you because he, better than anyone else in the mafia, is good at reading and predicting enemy moves. He always knows in his gut what’s about to happen, you would sometimes joke that it was his real ability, some form of foresight and you would be less joking when you nudge his shoulder and tell him that you’re glad you have his ‘freaky prophetic ability’ otherwise you’d have been dead a long time ago.

Dazai grits his teeth. He feels Ango approaching him from behind but ignores him, mind racing as he tries to calculate the best course of action.

Finally, he takes the burner phone and shoots you a short message: compromised. 

And then he waits. 

The longest and most tense minute of his life passes as he watches you on the screen, waiting to see if you’ll even bother to check your phone. He doesn’t think that he’ll be able to stay in the room if it turns out you are compromised and stuck in enemy territory—he’d feel helpless, unable to do anything but watch and pray to a god he barely believes in that you get out okay. 

Come on, he thinks to himself as one of the men begins making his way in your direction, nails digging into his palms so deeply that blood began to flow from the crescents. Come on, check your phone. 

And then you do. 

He lets out a shaky breath of relief when he sees you pull out your phone, eyes tracing the message on your screen rapidly. A flurry of emotions rocket across your face, and for a moment, Dazai thinks that you’re about to cry.

But then you smile again, leaning in and clasping the man’s hand and leaning in to brush your lips against his cheek before making your way out of the room. He doesn’t dare look away until you’ve slipped out of sight from the cameras littered throughout the building and out of danger. 

Without another word, Dazai turns to leave the old facility.

“Dazai,” Ango calls after him.

Dazai ignores him, snapping the burner phone. You’re safe—that’s all that matters. Now he can go back to drinking himself away and dreaming of what could’ve been. 

Two days later, Mori sends you away on a mission abroad that lasts the next three years. That night was the last time he had any sort of contact with you until you’re finally brought back.

#dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu x you #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you

[matzprincess]

HOT TO GO! (k.hj)

pairing: non idol!hongjoong + afab!reader

rating: mature (18+) minors dni!

a/n: i got carried away and wrote full smut, sorry not sorry hehehe

trafoamp series

cw: smut, long leadup, boyfriend!hongjoong, dancing/clubbing, song lyrics incorporated (the song plays at the club), mention of p in v at first, relating to the lyrics, making out, quickie, public sex (fucking in a club bathroom), unprotected sex & pull out method (be safe irl!), ‘emergency lube’ used, joong is a panty thief, one singular spank, more sex foreshadowed

it was a hot saturday night when the new hottie you’ve been seeing casually, kim hongjoong, showed up to your place to take you out to the club for some dancing. he looked even more irresistible tonight than ever, his blonde hair pushed back, his silk button up with the buttons opened at the top, showing off his pecs. he also wore some slacks and what looked to be an overpriced belt, which you would normally have poked fun at him for, but tonight it really tied his look together.

you joined him in the lyft that waited for you both outside your apartment, and you sat together in the backseat. he looked hot, and you looked hot, we’re gonna be the hottest couple in the club tonight, for sure you thought to yourself. as you arrived to the club you guys waited in line to have your ids checked, before walking in to the dim club lights, both of your groups of friends were there, but tonight was about you two, your friends could wait.

you both made it out on the floor, and began dancing amongst yourselves. it was not before the perfect song for the moment came on: hot to go! by chappell roan. as the intro played:

five six, five six seven eight!

you grabbed his hand as the beat began. you moved to the middle of the dance floor as the lyrics started and said:

i could be the one or your new addiction

it’s all in my head, but i want nonfiction

you two began freely moving your bodies together to the beat. as the lyrics went on, you kept on moving, working up the sweat due to the heat of the club and the sweaty bodies around you. you were thinking how perfect this moment was, the song and your ridiculously hot dance partner/boyfriend all fitting together perfectly as the song continued:

baby do you like this beat?

i made it so you’d dance with me

it’s like a hundred ninety-nine degrees

when you’re doing it with me, doing it with me

it was indeed perfect, because it did feel like it was hotter than hell in the club on the crowded dance floor. it was all the more hot because you had hongjoong at your side. the song continued to the chorus:

H-O-T-T-O-G-O

you can take me hot to go

H-O-T-T-O-G-O

you can take me hot to go

you kept on dancing with him, watching him move his body alongside yours, getting all sweaty, was making you think about how he’d look on top of you, getting sweaty like this while moving his body in tandem with yours like on the dance floor, but instead, fucking your brains out. the second verse went on:

well i woke up alone, staring at the ceiling

i try not to care, but it hurts my feelings

you don’t have to stare, come here, get with it

no one’s touched me there in a damn hot minute

you reflected on the lyrics as you danced, thinking about how you could relate, you haven’t been touched anywhere in a hot minute, and you wanted hongjoong badly now, after this song was over, you knew exactly what to do. the song went on, and distracted you from your thoughts:

and baby don’t you like this beat?

i made it so you’d sleep with me

it’s like a hundred ninety-nine degrees

when you’re doing it with me, doing it with me

the song continued to it’s catchy prechorus and chorus, eventually finishing, you felt the urge pull hongjoong into the club bathroom and to fucking, which you just happened to do. you took his hand and dragged him quickly into the biggest stall in the women’s bathroom before making out with him. he was caught off guard, but not hesitating, as you moved this on and pulled away from the kiss.

“i need you so badly” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. he just chuckled, “i need you too” he said, before his hands began to feel you up and pull the bottom of your dress up. you grabbed your emergency travel sized bottle of lube from your bag and pulled down his zipper and took out his cock before putting some lube onto it.

he then removed your panties before slipping them into his pocket. you smiled at his dirty action and bent over the toilet and held onto the lid for him to insert himself into you. as he did so, you could hear the slight sound of the club music from outside the bathroom. he thrust into you from behind, his hips snapping against your ass, causing him to groan at the recoil of your ass against him. he kept thrusting, both of your breathing getting heavier as you both began to sweat.

he held onto your hips and kept a steady rhythm of thrusts, him groaning quietly and you moaning in a hushed tone. as you both reached your orgasms, you felt like your body was on fire, you never did anything this risky before, you felt bad, but in the best way possible. he kept fucking into you, both of you wishing no one would walk in as you both chased your upcoming releases.

your orgasms weren’t too eventful, they hit you both at about the same time, him making you cum first before he pulled out and came on your ass. he groaned an almost inaudible “fuck” as he came. after you came down from your highs, he grabbed a large wad of toilet paper and wiped down your ass, giving it a slight tap after doing so. he chuckled as you pulled your dress down and he put his dick away.

you kissed him on the cheek as you both regulated yourselves, you both made a dash out of the bathroom and back into the dimly lit club, hand in hand. you guys hid in the corner to order a lyft back to your apartment, his arm around your waist. you knew there would be more sex to come when you got back to your place.

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[jordyn14]

Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all | Joe Burrow

Summary: After a terrible start to a day that had such high hopes, two people do something that should lead to an even worse day, but in ends up better than it started.

Pairing: Joe burrow x first person fem reader

Words: 5058

Notes: this fic is kind of all over the place, but I didn’t want to split it up into 2 fics. I hope you enjoy!! <3

Taglist: @wickedfun9

The Bengals season was officially over following the win against the browns on January 7th, though we all knew it was over after the loss against the Chiefs on December 31 which kicked them out of playoff contention. In honor of adding another season into the books, Sam was hosting a little party for any player or friend of a player who wanted to come today. To say the day was not going great so far was the understatement of the century. First, as soon as I woke up in the morning, I stepped in some fresh poop from Mike, the cat I got Joe for his birthday, who apparently forgot where the litter box was. Because she's new-yes, she, Joe named her after Mike the Tiger at LSU-and I absolutely adore her, I shook it off and took a very in dept shower, making sure to scrub my feet extra good in order to rid myself of it completely.

Next, during breakfast, I was transferring my eggs onto my plate after putting some on Joes and the handle broke off of the pan and dropped onto my feet. The eggs went everywhere on the ground and were quickly eaten by Tucker, the dog Joe got me for Christmas, who flew in immediately after hearing the commotion to see what happened. I thought I was in the clear since two bad things happened to me in a span of an hour and a half-so what else could go wrong-but that was soon proven wrong when I was carrying Joe and I's pre-workout smoothie so we could get in a light workout together in the basement, and I tripped down the stairs. Not only did I spill the smoothie all over myself and the stairs, which made for an annoying clean up, but I also face planted, which made for an awesome bruise right on my jaw.

After that, I showered for the second time, drank the new smoothie Joe whipped up for the both of us, and we got in our little workout for the day. Once done with the workout, I took Tucker for a walk and went to the grocery to store to stock up on all of the necessities. While in the grocery store, I completely forgot that I was supposed to start my period, so I got blood all over my new jogging pants Joe gifted me for Christmas and had to buy a new pair of pants at the store, along with a pack of tampons, which weren't the ones I usually buy because, ironically, they were all out.

Finally, everything seemed to be going right for me and the day turned out pretty good, until it came time to get ready for Sam's party. I did my hair and my makeup without a single problem, but then of course when I put on my new dress that I was excited for, I put it on only for me to realize the zipper broke when I washed it. Because I was on my period and very hormonal, I started to cry. My mascara got all over my face and when I tried to wipe it off, my other makeup came off with it so I had to redo it all. Plus, while crying, Joe tried to comfort me, and because I was hormonal, I got mad and told him to get away from me. What made me cry more was that Since my new dress broke, I had to wear an old one that wasn't anywhere near as pretty as the other one.

So, now, as Joe pulled into the parking lot, I took a deep breath and prayed that this night wouldn't be a disaster like the whole day was. The party was at a little convention center in the middle of Cincinnati that has held frequent get togethers and parties in the past. Since this party symbolized the end of the season and it could be the last time some of the guys see each other, it was very special to so many of the guys. To make it even more memorable, Sam got Jeff Rubies to cater and he had one of his favorite bars set up a little bar. Because friends were invited as well, I was excited to see some of Sam's friends that I probably have not seen since college.

Once Joe put the car in park, he looked over at me with a sigh. Seeing him look at me in the corner of my eye, I looked over at him and we made eye contact. "Well here goes nothing, I guess. Let's hope this goes well." I said with a little defeated laugh, the both of us knowing how the day has been going for me. "Let's be optimistic, what's the worst thing that could happen, right? There's no stairs...that I know of." Joe said, and started to rack his brain in an attempt to try and remember if there are stairs at this place. I tried to remember with him, because if there were stairs, I was certainly doomed. "There aren't any stairs where the party is at-well, that we'll have to walk up anyway- there's an elevator leading up the floor we're on." I said, remembering exactly where the stairs and elevator were at.

Joe laughed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Y'know, it's kind of pitiful that we even had to think about that." Joe laughed. I laughed and nodded. It was extremely pitiful. Who would need to think about if they would have to go up stairs? Definitely not many people. "It is, but with the day I've been having, It's better to be on the safe side." I said. We chuckled a little bit together before Joe turned the car off. "Sha'll we?" Joe asked. "We sha'll." I giggled and opened up the door quickly. I stepped out of the car and then met Joe in front of the car. Because of my situation at home-having to redo my makeup-we were about 30 minutes late. Luckily Sam said not to worry because he has the place until midnight, then we're kicked out.

Joe and I walked inside together and got into the elevator. On the way up, we made funny faces in the mirror on one side of the elevator and then took a funny picture that I had to promise wouldn't be posted, which I have to do with every picture I take of him. By now, he should know I won't post them. For one, I know how private he is, and I am too, and for two, I would never share these moments with anyone, other than close friends who probably have the same kinds of pictures of him in their phones.

The elevator opened up with a little ding and revealed a huge and bustling room. People were scattered around across the whole room and there were orange, black, white, and striped decorations throughout the whole room. Immediately after hearing the elevator open up, the majority of Joe's teammates looked over to see who arrived, and when they saw Joe, they all began to hoop and holler and call out his name, excited to see him. With a smile, I let go of his hand and went to go find some of the wags, mainly Gracie and Tianna since both Holly and Morgan were out of town with their husbands.

It didn't take long for me to spot Tianna who was messing with Cody who had a far from amused look on his face. When Tianna spotted me, she immediately stopped annoying Cody and ran over to me excitedly. "Finally! It's been boring without you!" She yelled and hugged me. "Girl it's only been 30 minutes." I laughed. "Uhm...exactly." She said and emphasized it with her hands. I shook my head and laughed at her, continuing to look around at the little buffet Jeff Rubies set up and then the little bar in the far right corner. "So, what did I miss? Anything fun or crazy happen?" I asked, needing to be caught up on any of the tea that I missed while I was gone.

Tianna gave me a look and signaled for me to come and sit down at their table, so I followed. "It's not really with the team, but apparently one of Sam's friends just got cheated on. He's here and a bunch of people were talking about it when they first got here." She said. My mouth dropped open in interest and I looked round to make sure I didn't see Sam anywhere. "Who? Maybe I know him from college." I said. Tianna raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a small smile. Why was she looking at me like that? I raised my eyebrow back at her in confusion, needing her to tell me so I wasn't confused. "Did you sleep with some of Sam's friends or something?" She whispered with a little wink. "Women-shut the fuck up, she ain't like some of your friends." Cody said.

The three of us started to laugh at what Cody said, but she continued to look at me, still thinking I might've slept with some of them. "What-no, I have been with Joe since 12th grade and we didn't cheat. Now, show me." I said. "Okay okay." Tianna said quickly and began to scan the crowd to try and find whoever it was she was looking for. I looked with her and tried to see if I recognized some of the people, but I wasn't having any luck. So far, none of the people looked familiar except for the players and their wives or girlfriends. "Ooh- there." Tianna said excitedly and pointed at someone somewhat discretely so they didn't see. I followed her hand and spotted one of Sam's friends. I knew exactly who that was, and I wasn't too happy that he was here.

"I know him, that's Aiden." I said and took my eyes off of him. "Why do you say that in a bad way?" She asked me. Why was there a hint of attitude in my voice? Well, because Aiden and I were kind of friends back in college. This particular friend group of Sam's consisted of me, Joe, Sam, Jessica, todd, and Aiden. We were all good friends and always either studied together, went to football games together, or went out to parties together. From the very beginning, Aiden knew Joe and I were together and in a very closed, strong, and long-lasting relationship. But he just couldn't help himself from crushing on me. The crush got so big that he eventually confessed his feelings for me while drunk and tried to get me to cheat on Joe with him. To say he was persistent was an understatement and it happened more than once.

Of course I told Joe who told Sam. After that, Aiden didn't really hang out with us too much. "Let's just say he had a crush on me and wanted me to cheat on Joe with him." I said. Tianna let out a small gasp as she processed what I said and then looked at Aiden with a little scowl. "Well in that case, the jackass deserved it." She said with a little 'hmph'. I grabbed onto the drink I snagged from someone passing them out and held it up. "Now that's something I will fucking cheers to." I said with a little laugh. "Hell yes." Tianna picked up her glass and to her surprise, Cody picked up his as well. Tianna looked over at Cody, surprised that he was into this conversation since it was a girls conversation. "Really babe?" She asked. "Uhm...hell yes." Cody said. We all laughed a little at his reaction and then clinked our glasses together. After we clinked our glasses together, we each took a sip of our drinks.

We've been here for about an hour just hanging out with people and catching up, even though every single person that I'm good friends with on the team I've been texting. After Tianna, I made my way around to some other people before finally sitting down at a table with Ja'marr, Tee, and Sam. Joe was sitting down with us too until he left to go get him and I drinks at the bar.

"So, Mrs. burrow….” Ja'marr said and leaned back in his chair. I raised my almost empty glass to my lips and said a small, "Mr. Chase?", before taking a sip, trying to figure out what he was going to ask me. "What are the chances that baby Burrow makes an appearance this year?" Ja'marr asked me. I set my drink down and shook my head at him with a little laugh. From around the small table, Tee and Sam just listened to our conversation, who obviously were both aware of what Ja'marr was going to ask me before he said it. "Slim to none." I gave him a short and sweet answer, although I knew he would pry and want more from me. "And why is that? I mean come on, everyone else is doing it." Ja'marr said. "Unless I accidentally miss a birth control, which I never do, or by some miracle I just so happen to get pregnant, it's not gonna happen this year. Plus, I’m not everyone else." I said.

This has been an ongoing conversation between Ja'marr, Joe, and me for a while now. Ja'marr is fully convinced that it's time for Joe to knock me up, even though we disagree completely. "Come on, why? You've been married long enough." Ja'marr added in. "Some people have plans jackass." Sam added in. I looked over at Sam and pointed at him. Ding Ding Ding. "Exactly, thank you. We have had a plan for a long time, and a baby, while it's included in that plan, isn't listen for a long time." I said. Ja'marr just glared at me jokingly for a few seconds. Don't get me wrong, I wanted a baby and I would want one right now if not for football. Joe and I are at the perfect age to have children, but Joe is currently in his prime years of his career. It would be completely unfair to ask him to juggle being a new father and being an amazing quarterback all at once.

It felt like Ja'marr and I were having a staring contest. Both of us tried not to laugh or blink, until Tee interrupted. "I mean this with no disrespect, but If you don't want to get knocked up by Joe, I think that bartender over there will gladly volunteer." Tee said and signaled over to the bar. I turned my head in the direction he was signaling to. It only took me a few seconds to spot Joe who was standing at the bar. The bartender was mere inches away from a very uncomfortable looking Joe who kept trying to back away, but in a way that wasn't too noticeable. That boy was way too respectful. They were in mid conversation, and every time Joe would say something, she would laugh-a little too much- at whatever he was saying. I know Joe Burrow, and never have I once laughed that much during a simple conversation with him.

Now, unless he was making endless jokes, which I knew he wasn't because of his body language, that girl was just doing way too much. I glared at the two of them as they talked, a little annoyance and maybe anger building inside of me. I wasn't mad at Joe who was obviously trying to get away from her as she kept bombarding him. I was secure enough in my relationship with Joe, even though it took a while to get to that point. I was, however, mad at the girl who kept touching his arm and giving him flirtatious looks and laughs a little too often. Those flirty eyes were the same exact ones that I give Joe. I was mad at the girl's occasional glances at his wedding ring on his left hand that told me everything I needed to know: She was well aware that the quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals was married, but she didn't care one bit. Plus, she obviously couldn't tell when someone was uncomfortable or not feeling a conversation. She was obviously not a girl's girl. What a bitch.

As I continued to stare at the two of them and read Joes extremely uncomfortable body language, Joe glanced over at me. We made eye contact and immediately after, Joe's eyes widened and he sucked in his lips a little. I smiled a little bit at his plea for help and how much he was practically begging for me to go over and help him. I looked over at the guys sitting at the table who were just watching me and then Joe, interested in what was going on. "You know, girls are bitches. Excuse me, while I go save my husband." I said and scooted my chair back. "You need our help with the clean up job?" Jamar asked. "You can keep her body in my car." Sam added in. I rolled my eyes jokingly and stood up with a laugh. I headed over to save Joe from this awful conversation he was having.

While I walked over to Joe, he glanced over at the table again, but when he saw me, his face immediately lit up and he smiled slightly. The girl, seeing Joe's facial expression from his side profile, looked over to see what he was looking at. As soon as she saw me walking over, I could tell she had absolutely no idea who I was or that I was even married to joe. In her eyes, I was just another person that had a crush on Joe, like her. That still didn't change the fact that she could still flirt and give my husband the 'fuck me eyes', all while knowing he was married. Now I'm not usually one to come out and say that a girl's being a bitch, because I get it, we all have our own problems that we're dealing with, but I mean come on, to flirt with an obvious married man? Now thats low.

I looked down at Joes hands and saw the two drinks in his hand. One of the drinks was a whiskey and the other was a vodka spritzer. Perfect. Once I got to Joe, He looked down at me with his best 'thank you' eyes and handed me the drink. I grabbed the vodka spritzer in one hand, and with the other, I wrapped it around Joes waist and kissed his shoulder. "Thanks babe." I said, the both of us knowing damn well that I never call him babe-But maybe I should, because Joe's cheeks flushed red when I said it- and I knew Joe wasn't a fan of PDA but figured it was needed given the situation he was in. He never has been and he probably never will be. The only time he's fine with it is with close friends or family, so certainly not here with prying eyes. "Of course." Joe said, going along with what I was doing. After I kissed Joes shoulder and smiled up at him, I looked over towards the girl who realized who I was. Did you seriously think his wife wasn't here and watching you? Unreal.

Going along with the part, I held out my hand a little bit out of politeness and acted sorry that I interrupted their conversation. "Oh my-I am so sorry that I interrupted,” I said and then introduced myself, “and you are?" I asked, Looking down at her name tag. I read the name, 'Caitlyn'. Caitlyn knew exactly what I was doing and I could tell by her facial expression that she wasn't enjoying it one bit. "I'm Caitlyn, it's nice to meet you. We were just finishing up our conversation, you weren't interrupting." She said. I flashed a small smile her way and nodded. "Well good, I would've felt terrible. It was nice meeting you, but we should really go find Ja'marr." I said and looked up at Joe, tapping his back a little bit. Joe straightened up and nodded, "yeah-right, it was nice talking to you." Joe said.

We both started to walk away, though I could tell she was staring at us as we left. The audacity of some people is wild. "You are a literal saint, I love you so much. That was horrendous." Joe said as we walked to our table. I began to laugh as we reached our table. "Y'know, fuck her. She knew you were married and still flirted with you, why didn't you leave you pussy?” I joked with him. "I tried, but she kept talking and flirting with me to the point where I felt like I would be rude leaving her and then a news article would come out titled, 'Joe Burrow turned down talking with a fan, what a loser.'" Joe said with a laugh. The both of us laughed as we reached our table. “She can stay jealous.” I laughed. The three of them just looked at Joe and I before Tee spoke up, "wow, she’s like your knight in shining armor brother.”

"Shut up, he was just trying to be polite, some girls just Don't know how to keep their hands off of handsome men that aren't theirs." I said with a 'hmph' and a laugh after sitting down in my chair. Joe followed after me and sat down right next to me in his chair. I leaned in closer to Joe as he put one arm around my chair and sipped his drink. "There Ain't nothin' handsome about Joey B." Ja'marr said, messing with Joe like he always does. Speak for yourself. I looked over to the most handsome man here as he laughed and said, "At least I ain't as ugly as your ass." The whole table laughed as we listened to Ja'marr and Joe joke around back and forth about who the better looking one was.

Other than the incident with the bartender, the night was going pretty well. We were all talking, drinking, and having an amazing time. At one point, all of the D-linemen and O-linemen had a little game of who was the strongest, which was extremely entertaining to watch. The whole time they were competing, Joe was cracking up laughing, and not just the belly laugh. He threw his head back, his eyes were sealed shut, and he could barely breathe. It was like a breath of fresh air to see Joe having an amazing time after such a stressful and uncertain season; the injury.

Currently, I just got done in the bathroom and was walking back to the table we were sitting at. I barely got in 2 steps before I heard a voice I haven't heard in years call out my name. Everything in me told me to just keep walking and pretend like I didn't hear him, but out of politeness, I stopped and looked over at him. "Wow...I haven't seen you in forever. I was hoping I'd see you here." Aiden said. I gave him a small smile and walked over to him so we didn't have to speak too loudly. Hopefully he just wanted to say hi and let me go, or maybe even apologize for trying to get me to cheat on Joe, multiple times. Without me expecting it, he took a step closer, closing the distance between us, and wrapped his arms around me before I could even get in a word.

"Uhh...yeah, it had been a while." I laughed awkwardly as we separated. Aiden kept smiling down at me like he was looking at someone he is really good friends with but hasn't seen in a while. Don't get me wrong, we used to be friends and haven't seen each other in a while, but to want to talk to me and act like nothing went down just felt wrong and uncomfortable. "It's so good to see you, Mrs. Burrow." He said with a big smile. "It's good to see you too." I lied to him with a fake smile, unable to muster up a real one. Right after I said this, he took a step forwards, if that was even possible, making me uncomfortable and making this whole situation awkward, at least for me. I watched him as he smirked a little bit. You better not try something.

I took a step back for comfort and was about to excuse myself when he said, "you look beautiful, even more so than back in college." I furrowed my eyebrows a little bit, disgusted and appalled that even after what went down at college that he could still be face to face with me and try the same things as he did back then. One of his hands found my side and his fingers danced over my hip bone. "Joe wouldn't have any issue if we hung out for a bit, right?" He asked. Don't react, just let Joe handle it. The last thing I wanted to do was create a scene here and draw attention to myself and Aiden. I scoffed a little bit, not able to hide my disgust and disappointment any longer. "It's funny how even after I rejected you in college, you still have the balls to do it again. If I wouldn't cheat on Joe back then, what makes you think I'll do it now?" I asked him, but he still didn't take his hand off of my waist. "Oh come on, don't be like that." He said. I looked down at his hand and then tried to look past him in an attempt to see if Joe was at the table, but he was blocking my view.

All of a sudden, I saw Joe walking over to us, looking as pissed as ever. His fists and jaw were both clenched in anger. I breathed a sigh of relief that he was here so neither of us could cause a scene and draw attention to ourselves. "Get your fucking hand off of my wife." Joe said, putting one of his hands on the small of my back. I looked at Joe and gave him a little nod of assurance before looking at aiden whose eyes grew 10 times bigger once he realized Joe watched the entire thing, and his hand slid off of my waist. I watched as Aiden’s shoulders fell in submission and embarrassement, obviously thinking he was going to get away with flirting with me and putting his hand on me even after what happened in college.

"I-I-" Aiden began to say. "What? You Didn't think I'd see you flirt with my wife? Come on man, you're not that stupid." Joe said and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing so tightly that aiden winced a little bit. "I was just trying to catch up with her, that's all." He said. I backed up a little bit and stood next to Joes side. I glanced around us a little bit to see if anyone knew what was going on, but nobody even looked at us. Everyone was just caught up in their own conversations. Thank god. "How dumb do you think I am, Aiden?" Joe asked. Aiden swallowed hard and shook his head. "Look man, I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I'll leave.." He said. "You're damn right it won't. Now, you can stay if you want, I won't tell Sam because I know he likes you-Why, I honestly have no clue-but I don’t want to ruin that. But, if you do stay, I don't want to see you near her again. Better yet, I don't even want you to look at her," joe said, and waited for a response, and when it didn't come, he added in, "you got it?" Aiden, who was obviously embarrassed, nodded quickly and said, "Yes sir."

With that, Joe nodded, took a step back from him, and began to turn slightly. Following his lead, I walked by his side and then we walked back with each other to our table that was now empty. This day just kept getting better and better. First it was the cat poop, which I wasn't even too mad about, but then one thing led to another and both Joe and I had someone flirt with us...and the both of them knew we were married. As we walked, I shook my head and sighed a little bit, just wanting this whole day to be over. Once we found our table, the both of us just sat down. "I'm sorry, baby. I cannot believe that fucker had the balls to do that for the second time. I couldn't stand to see his hand on your body, especially when you were so uncomfortable with him in the first place." Joe said.

"Hey, listen to me, Aiden is a jackass, I love you, and I'm all yours. Y'know, I hope he looks at us so he can be jealous of what he'll never have." I said with a smile and shrugged my shoulders. Joe just looked down at me and smiled. It was weird telling Joe that I was his, but I liked it. Normally there are people all over throwing themselves at Joe or accusing him of cheating to try and destroy our relationship, so telling him that I was all his felt... exhilarating, in a way. I was all his. He was all mine. And nothing or nobody could change that. Ever. I couldn't help but notice the little smirk that was growing on Joes face in place of his smile and I knew he liked when I said that I was all his. "Mmm, say that again." Joe said hummed quietly. I giggled a little bit at his reaction and said, "I'm all yours. And by the way, that whole thing with Aiden was really hot. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.”

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[misconceptionmistress]

Homecoming

Pairing: Hangman x female reader (first person (no use of Y/N)) Synopsis: Hangman arrives home early from a deployment to surprise you Word Count: 1.3k+ Warnings: smut (seriously this is 18+), mentions of masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), protected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all), multiple orgasms, Hangman is his own smut warning

This is a rewrite of an old story (combined with some other parts of other writings I've done as the original was never finished). I took a poll on who people wanted a homecoming romp with, and Jake was the winner. Sorry this has taken so long to get out! I did a brief proofread after finishing, so apologies for any mistakes or if this just sucks 🙃

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I woke up around 6AM thinking I heard something, but as I lay listening there was no noise out of the ordinary. I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable again, rolling onto my side and stretching my leg out. My leg rubbed against something hard, and my eyes shot open immediately. I should have been alone in my bed, but there was a shirtless, green eyed, naval aviator lying next to me.

"Hi babe." Jake said quietly, and I threw my arms around him.

"What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be home until tonight."

"I can leave and come back then if you'd like."

"Only if you want to die a slow and painful death." I said grumpily and he laughed, kissing me gently.

"Are you sure you didn't know I was coming home early?" He asked.

"How could I have?"

"Well, you've got a sexy nightie on," he started before lifting the sheet to look at me.

"I've been wearing it for 2 nights now," I laughed "but I will admit you have good timing."

"Why's that?" He asked and I slid the hem of my nightgown up, revealing my lacy black underwear.

"Well hellllooo." He replied, wiggling his eyebrows at me before pulling me back against him for a deeper kiss.

"Fuck, I missed you so much." I said as my leg wrapped over his hip, and I ran my hands up his abs.

"Same. I thought about you every night."

"Did you ever touch yourself while you thought about me?" I asked a little shyly.

"Almost every day." He replied and I groaned slightly.

"Shit." I said under my breath as my heartbeat picked up.

"Did you ever think about me in bed and get hot and have to take care of it cause you were so turned on you couldn't stand it?" He asked, running his hands up and down my sides.

"You always make me hot, Jake." I told him and I could feel his cock twitch against me.

"Good. It better only be me." He said, before crashing his lips into mine and rolling us over so he had me pinned beneath him.

My hips rolled against up his and we both groaned into the kiss.

"Jake, please..." I mumbled against his lips.

"Please what?" He asked, smirking down at me.

"You know what." I replied.

"You need this so bad, don't you baby?"

"I have for a month now..."

"Then let's get cracking." He grinned, shifting to pull my nightgown off me.

His gaze trailed lazily over me before he kissed down my middle, gently caressing his hands over my breasts as he made his way further down my body. His kisses teased the inside of my thighs until his mouth was pressed over the top of my panties, torturing and pleasing me at the same time.

“Jake,” I sighed, and he moved to pull my panties down my legs. He then spread my legs gently, kissing the inside of both my thighs before lowering his head to push his tongue against me.

I groaned as his tongue flicked across my clit; one of my hands finding its way into his hair, the other gripping the sheet on the bed.

“You’re incredible” he said with a moan, in between sliding his tongue through my folds and sucking gently on my clit.

He slipped a finger inside of me, curling it to press against my g spot.

“You’re almost ready to cum aren’t you baby? I can feel how wet you’re getting and you're clenching so tight on my finger.” he said as he added another finger, and I felt the coil in my stomach tighten. Jake was an expert at pretty much everything he took interest in, and he was very interested in my body and making me feel good.

"Please," I begged before breaking into another loud moan as he upped his pace.

“Cum for me, baby." he said, and I broke. One of my hands came off the pillow and to the back of his head, holding him to me as I started to come undone. My legs were shaking as he sucked on my clit and fingered me through my orgasm.

"Fuck! Jakeeeeeee," I moaned, "fuckkkkkkk."

"Good girl." He said with a smile.

As I came back down from my orgasm, he slipped his boxers off and reached for a condom in the bedside table. I took the packet from his hands, ripping it open and caressing a hand down his length before sliding the condom on.

"Ready?" He asked, rubbing the head of himself against my clit.

"Please" I whined, and he smirked before obliging.

As he slid into me fully my eyes rolled back in my head, and I cried out at the feelings rushing through me.

He started moving slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation.

"Fuck, Darlin, you're so tight."

"Oh god; go harder." I begged and he pushed in and out of me quicker.

"You always feel so good after I've been away. So tight and just like you've been waiting for me to stretch you out again." Jake said, sliding a hand down between us to play with my clit.

"Mmmm... Jake I needed this so bad."

"I know baby. Me too."

"Jake..." I gasped as he shifted his position and pushed up against my front wall, hitting me effectively and sending stars into my vision as he thrust hard repeatedly and rolled my clit between two long fingers.

“Do you think you can give me another one?” he asked.

“If you put in the work, yes.” I grinned and he smirked down at me.

“You’re asking for trouble now.” His head lowered to suck at my left nipple as his other hand came up to pay attention to the right. His hips were still snapping against mine rapidly.

"Fuck. Jake... baby..." I gasped, trying to get some air into my lungs as he assaulted me with pleasure. My legs shook from the effort of holding back but the fire was spreading rapidly across my body, and I knew it was a matter of seconds now. I quivered underneath him, clawing across and down his back as he pounded into me, and my second release shot through my body.

“Goddamn. I forgot how good it feels to be inside you when you let go like that. I almost blew at that babygirl.” He said roughly into my ear, and I laughed lightly.

“It’s your fault.”

“You’re welcome for that.” He kissed me gently as he continued to thrust softly into me.

“My turn.” I replied, wrapping my legs around his waist and taking him by surprise as I rolled us over and sat up in his lap.

“Fuck. You know I like it when you ride me baby.”

“I know. Lay back and enjoy it, Jake.”

I started to roll my hips slowly against his and watched his eyes slide closed at the feeling. I ran my hands over his abs and settled them on his chest for some leverage as I moved up and down over him.

“Shit.” He ground out, gripping my hips and thrusting up off the mattress to meet me. Our pace was becoming more frantic as he raced for the end.

“Just like that, Lieutenant.” I groaned, scratching my nails along his chest.

His thrusts grew sloppier each second, and he groaned above me as he came. He'd turned into a shaking, swearing mess and I loved knowing I was the one who made him that way. He pressed a kiss to my lips before rolling us, so we were laying on our sides as we tried to settle our breathing and heartrates.

“I’m gonna have to make sure I keep a shirt on around the squad.” He laughed, looking down at the scratch marks I left on his chest.

“You probably have some on your back, too.” I chuckled.

“What can I say, my girl’s an animal.” He grinned.

“Welcome home, Aviator.” I smiled as he leaned over to press a kiss to my lips.

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In a Frame on the Highest Shelf

pairing: Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

summary: James is getting smarter and Steve and Y/N are getting more comfortable with each other

word count: 2557

warnings: some self deprecating thoughts but they are assuaged

notes: big thank you to @ilovegerardwayd34d for having the perfect idea for the next part

previous part series masterlist

birthday celebration main masterlist

Their relationship is interesting, to say the least, after the party.

They don't change their daily life, except now Steve sleeps in the bed with Y/N. She hadn't known that his back was hurting, had felt bad when he popped it the first night in bed with a deep sigh and mentioned how much more comfortable it was. She had begun to apologize, but he told her to stop talking and took her into his arms. They both slept better in the bed together, James in the crib next to them.

Y/N realizes she made the right decision when she wakes up in the middle of the night to Steve not in the bed, instead laying on the ground with an arm in James' crib. Y/N knows this well, that usually James can't go back to bed without some sort of physical contact, and usually takes James into her bed. She thinks maybe Steve was worried about co-sleeping, which is kind of endearing, and she grabs her camera as quietly as she can. The flash is bright, but Steve just takes a sharp breath and rolls a bit.

"Steve," Y/N whispers, putting the photo and the camera down. She reaches over to shake his shoulder, because she doesn't want his back hurting even more. "Come back to bed." She watches as he unravels himself from James, who squirms before going back to sleep. She watches him for a moment, makes sure everything's okay, and then helps Steve back up onto her bed - or their bed? Could she call it their bed now?

"James woke up." Steve mutters, and Y/N looks at the clock. It's early in the morning, but early enough to go back to sleep. The perfect time.

"You did great." Y/N told him, kissing his cheek before laying against his chest. It's her favorite pillow, and Steve doesn't mind because he likes her pillow more than the spare one.

"Mhm." He nods, pulling her closer and pressing his lips to her forehead in a loose version of a kiss.

This life is perfect.

Until it comes crashing down and suddenly Y/N is at her lowest, lower than when she first found out about being pregnant.

It starts with James crying, and Y/N realizes pretty quickly he has a fever. She calls out of work, not able to leave his side. Steve picks up on the house chores, which makes Y/N almost melt if she had the bandwidth to care about anything but her baby. He washes the dishes, takes out the trash, does the grocery shopping and makes food. She lets him feed her while she rocks James the few times he's actually asleep.

"Today is day three." Steve tells her, and she just nods. If she looked up, she'd notice he has dark circles under his eyes that almost match hers, but she is too busy watching the rise and fall of James' chest. His mouth is open, nose stuffed. 

She is terrified.

"I should take him to the hospital." She says, about to cry herself. She's so tired, and she would do anything to take this pain away from her baby. She doesn't understand what happened, because they hadn't been around anyone who was sick. She had always been so careful, never wanting to cause her baby harm. This had to be her fault. She must have missed something.  

"I can drive you. We can go now if you want." Steve offers, and nods, starting to stand. She'll go in these stained, old, gross clothes, and she hopes there's something quick that can be done to help James.

"Yeah, let's go," She stops talking because James is shaking in her arms, eyes rolled back. "Steve," She has no idea what do, and she knows Steve won't either but her mind can't think.

"Let's go to the hospital now, come on." Steve seems freaked out, scared like Y/N but able to keep himself calm.

"What's going on?" She starts crying, holding James as tight as possible. He stops shaking, but her heart doesn't calm down. She wants to throw up and scream and somehow trade places with James. She feels so helpless, holding her baby as he breathes deeply through his mouth.

"We're gonna be okay," Steve leads her out, both of them without shoes. Y/N doesn't even have socks, but she can't feel the dead grass under her feet, only her baby in her arms. Steve helps her into his car before he runs around to his side, sliding in and starting the car as quick as possible.

"I think he's okay now, I don't know what happened." Y/N can't tear her eyes away from James, who is crying now. She doesn't want to put him in his carseat, even as Steve speeds out of the trailer park and onto the road. He's safe in her arms.

Luckily, the hospital isn't that far, and they pull up in record time. Y/N hops out of the car, looking over at Steve.

"I'll go park the car. I'll find you. Go!" That's all she needs, shutting the door and running into the ER.

~

Y/N lays in the hospital bed, James laying next to her sleeping. They've given him medication, told Y/N the seizure was only because of his fever and that they'll give him medicine but he'll get better eventaully.

None of that made Y/N feel okay.

Steve sits in the chair in the corner of the room, arms crossed as he watched Y/N smooth James' hair. She felt guilty that he was here, for pulling him into this whole mess. She felt her throat begin to tighten.

"I'm sorry." She whispers, looking up and over at him. He furrows his brows as tears begin to fall down her cheeks. "You can go home if you want." She doesn't even know what her words are supposed to mean.

"Hey," He gets up off the chair and moves to the bed, resting his arms on it to be close to her. "It's okay. Everything is alright. James is okay, it was just a scare. We are okay." He grabs her hand, and it breaks her. She starts crying harder, and then Steve gets on the bed, holding her around James just like he did the night they first kissed. That night wasn't that long ago, but Y/N thinks it might as well have been years.

"This is all my fault." She says quietly, shaking as the sobs rack her body. "I'm a terrible mom and a terrible friend." She tells him, and she truly means it. What kind of mother lets her kid get this sick? 

"You're an amazing mother. The best I've ever seen. And a great friend. I'm not just saying that." Steve struggles to get out, not sure what to say. 

"But ever since I came into your life, all I've done is mess everything up." She whispers, sniffling and trying not to wake James up. "Your parents kicked you out, Steve. And I have a baby. You shouldn't have to take care of him when I can't." She cries softly. Her eyes are closed, and nothing happens for a moment.

Then Steve reaches out and wipes her tears.

His hands are soft against her cheeks, and she keeps her eyes closed so she doesn't ruin it. They breathe silently, and she sniffles back her tears until Steve has dried her face.

"I wanted to leave." He whispers, and she finally looks at him. His eyes look sad in a way she hasn't seen before, even though they've had the discussion of him leaving his parents house multiple times. "My dad was a terrible father. And my mom wasn't much better. Before recently I didn't understand how parents were supposed to be. But you've taught me what to do. I know today was scary. But you can't push me away now. I'm staying because I chose to, not because I don't have another option."

She wants to say she loves him, but it feels like it's too much, so she reaches over and kisses him, James in the middle, just like their first kiss. She thinks it may be her favorite way to kiss ever.

"When we get home, our home, I'll go get groceries and make dinner while you clean the house and James naps. We'll get our shit together." He rubs her back and kisses her forehead.

"Stit?" James grumbles, because of course he had woken up, and Y/N glares at Steve.

"I'll get ice cream on the way too."

~

"So, what are you doing for Steve's birthday?" Robin asks. It's been a couple weeks since James went to the hospital, and he's feeling much better now, so Y/N and Steve were both excited to finally see the rest of the group. The adults are all at Eddie's, the kids at Y/N's. The doors are open at both, and Y/N is standing on the porch watching to make sure James is alright even though Max assures Y/N she's watched babies younger than James.

Y/N told Max she's more worried about Dustin.

"Steve's birthday?" Y/N repeats, pulling her gin and tonic from her lips. She hadn't heard anything from Steve about his birthday, which made her realize she didn't know when Steve's birthday was.

Check in the bad girlfriend column. 

"Yeah?" Robin asks, sipping her drink with a smile. "It's next Monday. I thought you would have plans, since he hasn't told me any." Y/N's heart drops.

"Monday?" She whispers, turning to look at Steve. He's laughing with Eddie, beers in their hands. Y/N feels the need to smoke a cigarette.

"Did Steve not tell you his birthday?" Robin asks, and Y/N shakes her head, walking inside. Robin calls after her, but she pretends like she doesn't hear, downing her drink and setting the cup down on a table. She knows where Eddie keeps her cigarettes, so she walks past everyone and into the kitchen, grabbing a cigarette and walking out to the small porch.

Steve didn't tell her his birthday.

Why didn't he tell her? They've had a busy month, sure,  but his birthday is important. Not everything can be about her all the time. She feels like shit.

"What's goin' on?" Steve is suddenly behind her, hand on her back as he stands close to her. She looks over at him sadly, handing him the cigarette. Every time she's had one, she shares it with him when he's around. She lets him take a long drag, and then she turns to him. She feels his hand move from her beck to her hip, and she tries not to let it distract her.

"Why didn't you tell me your birthday is in a couple days?" She asks, not breaking eye contact. To his credit, Steve doesn't try and act like he doesn't know what she's talking about. He doesn't look around and try to figure out an excuse. He keeps staring, even as he sighs. 

"James was in the hospital a couple weeks ago and we just got back to normal. I didn't want to stress you out and I knew you would want to do something." He tells her, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Because I care." She whispers, putting a hand on her on his chest. "We're all okay now, we can celebrate your birthday." She puts the other hand on his face, rubbing her thumb across his face.

"We don't have to." He tells her, putting the cigarette out and letting his other hand fall to her waist.

"Steve, come on. It's your birthday." She's sure his parents always belittled his birthday, so she wants to make sure he has an actual birthday party. "Tell me what you wanna do, and I'll take care of it." She leans against him, trying to get him to agree, but he shakes his head.

"I just want-" He doesn't tell her what he wants, because all the sudden the kids are all screaming. Y/N and Steve only make it half way across the grass when Dustin appears, holding two pictures in one hand and James in the other arm. Max and Lucas pop up on the other side, and they all clamber out of the trailer.

"What happened?" Y/N asks as she meets them, taking James into her own arms. Dustin lets her, but his face has a wide smile that matches the other kids, all of which who have started piling out. James seems to be fine, happy even with all the yelling.

"Watch this!" Lucas yells. Y/N expects James to startle, but he must be used to the noise because he squeals.

"We were trying to teach James our names, and then we were quizzing him on yours," Max starts, pointing at the pictures. The first is Y/N in the hospital with James right after she gave birth. A nurse had taken the picture, and it was the only one she had with both of them for months. She smiles at the picture. "Who's that?" Max points at Y/N, and James kicks his legs into Y/N.

"Mama!" He squeals, and Y/N kisses his forehead. He's been saying 'mama' for months, but it's still cute.

"Who's this, James?" Dustin asks as he moves the pictures to reveal the first picture of James and Steve; the one of James on Steve's chest. James looks so young Y/N wants to cry, even though it was just a couple months ago. She's studying the picture so closely she doesn't realize what James says.

"Dada!"

Everyone is quiet, heads snapping to Steve. Y/N's jaw drops as James continues to babble "dadada" and then wiggles to get out of her arms. She lets him down to the ground, her mind racing. Of course Steve being in James' life would be amazing, but she hasn't talked to Steve about this. They've been so busy, she's honestly forgotten about it. She watches as James toddles over to Steve, grabbing the leg of his pants.

"Dada?" He asks, and it breaks Y/N's heart. She can't ask Steve for this. She knows he said he chose this, but he can't say that he honestly chose an entire lifetime. She wants to know how James knew what that means, but clearly her son knows who it should be associated with.

"Steve," She starts, not sure if she should pick up James or not. She watches as Steve reaches down and grabs James up, turning so his back is to the kids and James can see them all. He's facing Y/N as the kids start to scream in happiness. Y/N watches as Steve clutches James, tears starting to leak from his eyes. She can see how much this means to him, and she doesn't want to take this moment from him. But he reaches a hand out blindly for her and she doesn't waste a second taking it. He pulls her in tightly, James in between them, just like it always is.

"I love you." She tells him, looking at him. She watches him blink some tears away, then kiss her softly.

"I love you both." He whispers, hanging on even tighter. She slots her head into his neck and keeps her arms around him. "So much."

Someone takes a picture, and Y/N knows it's going to be in a frame on the highest shelf for the rest of her life.

//

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Desires (Male Yan!Chief of Police x GN!Reader)

Masterlist

Grim Ludenhart x reader

Word count: 3.5K

Synopsis: 4 times where your husband gets cockblocked, and the 1 time where he can finally let out all of frustrations onto his loving partner.

WARNINGS: MDNI. Suggestive themes, slight aggression towards reader at the end, reader referred to as ‘’Pa’’ and ‘’papa’’ by kids (short for parent.), lots of cockblocking.

1- Boss.

The sun shines bright as Grim wakes up to the best view. You. The parent to his children, the beauty he's been married to for 7 years, the one person he's ever loved, the one who took all of his firsts, the person he'd ever allow to see him for who he really is.

Every morning he wakes up with his darling next to him gives him more of a reason to live as long as he could. Grim's arms hadn't moved since last night's cuddle session, his grip was as strong as iron -- afraid his love might be taken away from him as he slumbers.

Nonetheless, Grim pulled his spouse closer to him, curling into them he buried his head onto their neck. Now this was his favourite part, he always runs a little too hot at night, so sometimes you'd end up really sweaty and the next morning you'd smell really musky, your natural scent would peek out from all your body washes and spray-on scents. And so, he breathes your scent in deeply, inflating his lungs with so much of your mind-numbing smell that it hurts.

Your lovely husband sees the opportunity to wake you up to a wonderful surprise when he feels a certain appendage of his twitch to life. Grim licks long stripes slowly and sensually up your neck, one of his hands slowly makes its way down to your crotch, the other stays gripping at your waist. Grim breaths heavily, whimpering when you subconsciously grind your ass on his waiting dick.

Grim has no clue what ended up waking you, maybe his licking, his whining, or maybe his hard on did it for you. You woke up with a moan and a stretch, but of course you can never have peace in the morning and you feel a hand shove itself inside your underwear, playing with you. "Ah- D-don't you think i-it's too early for this..?" You look back at your lovesick husband, his eyes full of love and lust.

Grim chest rumbled with a low growl, he smirks as he takes back his hands to flip you to your back and pin you down. Grim straddles your lap, grinding softly to make a point of his arousal. "It's never too early baby~ I love you so much I got hard just by smelling you. You-" What both you didn't expect was for Grim's phone to ring loudly. Interrupting his lust-filled rant. He tsked and went to check who it was, getting off your lap and off to the side of you guys' massive bed.

Grim cusses, he could only wish it was someone unimportant but no, it was the commander. If he didn't answer that phone they'd assume he was in danger. (Happened before, and it was because of your allure, he couldn't think of getting off you and you two got caught in the middle of it. You've both moved on it's been years since but Grim definitely learnt his lesson.) Grim picked the phone up, sitting on the edge of the bed he held his head in his hand as he answered with the other.

By the time he finally got off the call you already completed your morning routine and woke your kids up for school. So Grim dealt with it in the shower.

2- Kid one: Red Ludenhart.

It was 8 AM, an hour before he had to leave for work, and Grim saw the kids drive off in one of Grim's cars with their driver from the window. Now was his opportunity, get back what he lost. Grim still has the chance to make this day a good day after all! Grim sauntered over to the living room, you were sat on the couch with the tv showing one of those shows you like to binge watch. Grim smirked, his chance to get relief right there, unknowing to the predator hunting them down.

Grim approached the couch from the back, bending down he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck yet again, he breathed in, ah you showered... It's okay you still make him unbelievably horny nonetheless. "Kids are gone, got about an hour before I leave for work, and you're a spoiled housespouse... Maybe we could have some fun, before anything else interrupts us..."

His breath fans onto your ears, you can feel yourself get aroused by his voice, and the way his muscular arms wrap around you possessively, he always manages to turn you on, it comes easy to him, like flipping a light switch. You tilted your head towards Grim, his face was flushed with lust, his eyes greedy with need, you could almost feel his appendage through the couch.

You grin, placing a hand on his jaw you lean into him, kissing him– progressing the kiss from a cute short kiss to a long passionate makeout where most of Grim had made its way onto the couch, laying you down he straddled you yet again, your hands circle around his neck, playing with his hair and tugging at it to hear his delicious voice moan out for you.. His hands slip under your shirt, grabbing at all parts of your torso while the other one wanders down, it slides under you, grabbing a handful of your ass.

You two separate, a string of saliva connecting the two of you together, you chuckled airly at his mind blown expression, you run your hands down to his chest, to his pecs, and right under his shirt, you slowly wrap your hands around his waist, giving him goosebumps from how intimate it felt. Grim laid his head on your chest, grinding down hard before stopping, eliciting a moan out of you. “Gods, I need this, you make me go crazy, and yet you’re the only one that calms me down. I fucking adore you, darling.” You blushed, nuzzling softly into his hair.

You pull your hands away from Grim’s waist, a whine of desperation leaves him, but he doesn’t need to worry, because your hands immediately set their sights to his round ass, the years of dedicated workouts made his bottom extremely plump and round, something you personally liked. 

You exhaled softly into his hair, you loved it when you both were this soft in the morning. “I think you deserve a reward for being so patient, Grimmie… Don’t you?” A little moan escaped the muscular man, just as he opened his mouth a loud “Dad! Pa! Where are you?!” sounded out from the house’s entrance, thankfully too far for your 12 year old to hear or see anything. “Grim! Get off me before he sees us!” A string of curses leave Grim as he reluctantly gets off his darling.

You got up as fast as you could, fixing yourself up, you looked back at the pouting 39 year old man sitting on the couch. “I’m gonna go see what Red needs, stay here and cover that up.” You looked pointedly at his crotch after saying the last part of your sentence. Grim of course does as you say, but he does not do it happily, he grumbles about how unlucky he is, complains that god is obviously against him today. What did he do to deserve this? This is worse than the times he got injured while on the job, he cannot handle being cockblocked this hard.

Grim’s patience starts to wear off, it’s been 15 minutes, time is slowly closing in on him and if he doesn’t get to fuck his spouse at least once this morning he is going to lose it. And then you and your eldest son come in, with a piece of paper and a blue ink pen in hand you give it over to Grim. “Red forgot his field trip slip here, spent a while looking for it, and now you need to sign it.” You looked upset, obviously just as sexually frustrated as Grim. Grim signed it, you already put in any other necessary details as well as your own signature, he immediately gave it over to Red.

 “Dad why are you and Pa so mad, are you arguin-”

You sighed, “Red, honey, we’re fine and happy. We are just upset because you’re going to be late now, run back to the car, don’t want to sign another tardy slip...” Red flinched at the mention of a tardy slip and ran as fast as his tiny feet could.

Once sure that his kids’ car had driven off he grabbed at you, growling hard. “Come here we probably have time, I need at least a quickie, please-” You shut him up using your hand as you pointed to the clock reading 8:39 AM. No way in hell would you two be able to do anything. Grim once again cussed as he trudged back to your shared room, to again relieve himself as well as get dressed.

3- Emergency.

Grim’s been locked up in his office so far. He has not made an effort to get up at all. He excused his behavior by saying he was just exhausted due to some late night drinking. But the truth of the matter was that if he spoke to a single person other than his darling he might actually yell at them, which won’t do him any good. It’s 1:54 PM, only 6 minutes left until he gets his hour break. Grim already planned to drive home as fast as possible, get his dick wet, then get back to work as fast as possible, however seeing the drive would be 15 minutes to and from that only meant he got 30 minutes with his love. Which is nowhere near enough for how frustrated he is at this moment, but as long as he has you at least once he’ll handle the rest of the day.

1:57, Grim clocked out for his hour lunch, he couldn’t wait anymore he was jittery and unstable he needed your warm hole to stuff his dick in and get it over with or he’s sure he will explode from the frustration. Just as he was making his way down the long halls of the palace (most of the chiefs reside within the palace walls) he was met by a beautiful sight. Grim’s sweetheart walking towards him, looking down with your phone in hand, holding it up to your ear, and just then does Grim’s phone ring, the special ringtone he made for you, it matches your heartbeat. (did it while you were asleep, just shoved his ear to your chest and replicated the natural beat of your heart.)

You look up, your face shines with joy, and then surprise as Grim full on sprints to you and attacks you with a bear hug. Grim, horny as ever, sniffs you like an animal, immediately getting hard once again. Thankfully he wore some really tight underwear today, knowing fully well he’d get horny one way or another, so it wasn’t all that noticeable. “Darling, ah, my love, my light, what are you doing here?” You laughed as he spit out a few nicknames. “Mm, needed you… Thought I could pick you up, and do what we need at home… If I don’t have you in me in 15 minutes I will lose my sanity.” 

Grim chuckled, of course you had the same exact idea as him. He didn’t need to waste his breath telling you he had the same idea, he knows you know. So he grabbed your hand and dragged you with him down the halls. When you two finally made it to the receptionist’s area you were giddy, finally some alone time to let out all of the backed up sexual desires. And then… “Ah! Chief Grim wait!” You and Grim stopped in your tracks, looking at each other praying it was nothing other than a paper needing a signature.

Grim clenched his hands, to the point where he was sure he had just injured himself. You and your husband turned around, facing a tiny nervous man. “Yes, Officer Wessley, what do you need.” Officer Wessley looked out of breath, definitely having run over to make sure he didn't miss his boss. “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but a dozen prisoners escaped, presumably holding weapons, most of the criminals have class A felonies against them. We need you as well as C-Chief Gen to assist in recapturing them.” Officer Wessley explained frantically, sweating in the presence of his boss.

Grim sighed, he said he’ll be there in a second and dismissed the young officer. Looking back he saw the slightly disappointed expression on your face, but you still graced him with a soft understanding smile. “It’s okay, sweetheart go do your job, I’ll see you at home.” You patted the hand that was still holding onto you. Your husband chuckled, “Is it bad if I say I would rather have sex with you than save the city?” You gasped and punched him lightly, pushing him away from you so he doesn’t do just that. Grim smiles and waves at you before he has to go and deal with this issue.

He didn’t have time to relieve himself of his hard-on. His sister, Chief Gen, made fun of how agitated he was today, thankfully she doesn’t know why or else she’d make the situation worse.

4. Kid two: Siolis Ludenhart.

5:13 PM, 2 minutes away from home, and Grim couldn’t hold it in anymore, the entire ride home he had to force himself not to think of you or else he’d endanger everyone’s lives on the road. Yet anytime he changes subjects within his mind they always come back to you and your voice in bed, how you hold tightly onto him as you climax, how you ride him, how even as you two age you will always experiment kinks with him, how cute you look in your underwear. Fuck, he couldn’t do it anymore.

Grim finally rolled into his manor’s garage. Quickly leaving the car with his briefcase he sped over to enter your house, ready to fuck you like no tomorrow. He could hear his oldest yelling at the cartoon showing on the TV, he knows his youngest is looking at bugs outside since he caught a glimpse of them staring at the garden floor. Grim however could not pinpoint where you were, so he went to the living room to ask his son. “Red, where’s your-” He stopped right on his tracks when he saw you sitting on the floor, some papers and your laptop in front of you.

You look back and smile, “Welcome home, Grimmi-” “Red, take care of Siolis, me and your papa need some time to work on the house renovations or something.” What house renovations? He does not know but Grim could not wait another second, he speeds over to you, thankful for his strong build because he immediately throws you over his shoulder, making his way to your shared bedroom, the bedroom also being soundproof was an amazing decision to make when buying the manor. “Wait- Grim! No! I’m busy with th-” As he makes his way up the stairs he smacks your ass. “Love ya, but shut up, don’t use that mouth unless you’re beggin’ me to use you like you deserve.”

If his desires were so intense that his village accent managed to slip through you can already tell he will fuck you senseless, you won’t be able to do anything by the next day. “Grim, I- No, I can’t!” You yell out as he locks the bedroom door behind him. Grim chuckled, a smirk residing on his face. “Oh~? Didn’t I tell ya to keep shut?” His voice rasped towards the end, he throws you softly onto the bed, stalking towards you like a predator. You should’ve guessed that when you tried to sit up to leave he would pounce at you and pin you down to the bed.

Grim face twisted into anger, “All day. All day we’ve been cockblocked left an’ right! Why the hell are you now refusin’ to stay with me?! Did I do somethin’?! I am desperate  for ya and here ya are. Runnin’ away from yer husband!! Do ya hate me?! TELL ME!” Grim burst out, he is… upset to say the least. It wasn’t like any of this was new to you. You’ve been married 7 years, you know this side of him, how insecure he gets when you don’t reciprocate his feelings. You sighed, looking up at him as lovingly as you could, to calm him down, you explained.

“Grim, my love, I adore you, but I need to help Siolis study… I had my laptop and papers in front of me as study material, and I let Sio go out for a tiny break before they had to come back. I’m sorry honey, not now, maybe later?” You could see your darling husband deflate, his shoulders still tense but at least he relaxed from his outburst. He let go of you, sitting at the edge of you guys’ bed. Grim looked down, you can tell he still felt insecure, not enough, not worth it. You got up from bed, you turned back to your husband, you rest your hands on his cheeks– he still won’t look at you. You didn’t care, you loved him and you showed it by giving him butterfly kisses. “I love you, honey.”

You walked away, regrettably. Then you heard your little one yell out for you as soon as you opened the bedroom door. “Papa! Papa? Wher-” Grim didn’t get to hear the rest of his youngest calls for their parent, he sighed. Falling back down to the bed. It wasn’t because he needed sexual relief anymore. Normally by this point of the day you’d both be cuddling, kissing, just overall being all over each other in a non-sexual way. You would sometimes come to his work and sit on his lap, to just bask in his energy. Or he’d go back home and bask in yours. But today he hasn’t experienced enough acts of love. You didn’t text him other than a ‘Good luck at work, waiting for you at home!” text. You probably were busy with house work or whatever.

Whatever.

5- Sleepy sex.

You finally managed to straggle the kids to bed, laying them down to sleep. You sighed in relief. Stretching as you walk down the hall to your bedroom. The room that held your very upset husband, the one you left alone. You felt immensely guilty, but you will make it up to him tomorrow. Not just for the sexual frustration but also from the lack of loving gestures. Entering your bedroom, the lights were off and Grim was asleep. Of course, you would be too if you were upset at him for not loving you enough (Would never happen), 

Walking over to the bathroom connected to your bedroom you completed your usual nightly routine and changed into one of Grim’s t-shirts and boxers. Slowly you slipped into bed, his back was facing you, so today you decided to be the big spoon, a very rare occasion. Kissing his toned back, you nuzzled into him, ready for a full night’s rest after a busy exhausted day. But..

Your plans were foiled by your monster of a husband. Because as soon as you relaxed the world spun. Grim was fully awake and his face mischievous, he had flipped you over so you were straddling him, Grim was holding onto your waist so you don't fall over. “Well~ Look what the cat dragged in~” Your shock subsided when you felt a painfully hard cock sticking up your ass. You giggled, already getting worked up again. “I’m on top? Looks like you wanna be spoiled, baby~” You were so cute, thinking he would ever be a bottom, no no that wouldn’t happen. He will always be in control, in and out of the bedroom.

Grim smiled. You let out a whimper as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged you down to meet him nose to nose. “Well that’s adorable. No no, you are going to ride me to oblivion, pay me back for all the orgasms I missed. You’re my little bitch for the next week, what I say goes. Got that?” 

And so you went on. For hours and in different positions. The next day Grim called in sick, Red went on his field trip and enjoyed it, and Siolis got a full mark on his test. All was well and happy. And you were pretty sure this man could’ve gotten you pregnant. (No matter your gender)

#x reader #oc x reader #yandere x reader #gn reader #yandere x darling #yandere #yandere oc #tw yandere #gender neutral #yandere oc x reader #yandere male #male yandere x reader #yanderexreader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere oneshort #male oc

[hiddenwashington]

there has been a calm over the streets of washington since halloween. an easy winter, with a simple valentine’s day, a whole season without any sorts of issues may have lulled the city residents into a sense of peace. unfortunately peace never lasts forever in a city like this, and the calm unawareness that keeps people calm now will only leave them vulnerable in the end. it comes to them at night, knowledge that citizens wake up with out of the blue. a face and a name of someone else living in the city, and people just know by some form of magic in the city that it's a target, someone they have to take out. the city doesn't fill them with the malicious unnatural rage of other chaotic moments, but it gives them more knowledge, unavoidable consequences if they don't comply. it's kill or get killed, and if people don't get rid of their targets by the deadline the city will kill them instead. do you become a killer, stalking your prey in the middle of the night, or do you try and stay peaceful, even knowing what will happen to you as a result? and what of your own safety? after all, you woke up with someone else's face in your mind. who's to say someone else didn't wake up thinking of you?

TLDR; washington has been quiet from bloodshed for several months. it isn’t rare for the city to inspire something murderous within it’s citizens but this time it’s different. a city wide game of assassin, but with stakes far greater than the sort of game you’d play in school. everyone involved knows their target, knows that if they don’t succeed they’ll face the consequences, and knows that someone else is almost certainly trying to get the kill on them. will they be able to take out their target before it’s too late? or will they be unable to bring themselves to murder, even knowing the potential consequences?

OOC INFORMATION:

hello friends! we know it's been a little while since washington has had any proper chaos, so we're here to provide! we're so excited to bring you another slice of chaos to have some fun with! with the opportunity for both murder as well as some ooc speculation and paranoia. this is a fun chance to make characters unaware, stress everyone out, and even lightly betray your friends! please read on for all of the rules and information surrounding the event and please as always have fun friends! we hope you have a fun time and don't hesitate to let us know if you have any questions ♥

DATES:

may 1 - may 15

this event will last the same amount of time ic and ooc

THE GAME:

loosely based off of the assassin game often played in high school all characters are given a target to kill. with the magic of washington characters involved just woke up on the start of the event knowing who their target was.

they also know that if they don’t kill their target by the end of the event they themselves will die. characters don’t know how this will happen but they’re certain it’s true. the admins will keep track of targets and who succeeds in their task, and make sure that the promised punishment happens at the end of the event.

there is no magic making characters suddenly murderous, just the knowledge that it’s kill or be killed, and if they wish to save themselves they will have to kill someone else

THE TARGETS: 

due to the nature of the event we will be individually dming people with their character’s involved and the targets of those characters. KEEP THIS SECRET

part of the fun of this event is not knowing who is targeting your character. anyone you submitted for the event has the chance of being a victim and you don’t know what thread that might happen in

we will send out targets a few days after this is posted. if you no longer wish for your character to be involved in the event now that you know the details please reach out to us promptly so we can remove them from the list

THE MURDERS:

though usually these are more preplotted, these murders will operate a little bit closer to how they did in the murder mystery event. if your character is a potential murder subject they can be killed off in any thread without warning

with that being said it’s not really any fun if people are just murdered immediately, so please try and wait until there are a few notes on the thread before jumping in to kill your target

also, do your best to keep up replies to all of your threads. obviously it can be easier to reply to preplotted threads, but in this instance if you'd like the fun of potentially getting your character murdered you will have to make sure to keep up with random threads as well

in addition, since murders cannot be preplotted please do not do anything too extreme in killing someone else’s character. we will be providing a list of hard no's for all written murders based on the triggers submitted in the poll so make sure you don't cross those lines!

any character submitted as a target can be killed by normal means. if they are usually overpowered and only able to die in specific ways the magic will nullify that for the length of the event

things will also be different than normal in that we will insist a certain amount of threads be kept chronological. if you get a surprise reply that your character is murdered in you can no longer finish a thread of your character killing their target. any other previous threads started can still be finished, but it’s kill or be killed and your character cannot do both

when someone is killed the person they are targeted is freed from the curse and no longer has to complete their murder to survive. for example, if adam has to kill charlie and charlie has to kill lute, if adam is killed before charlie completes her murder she no longer has to kill lute. of course, if you’re well into your murder thread by the time this happens you’re welcome to finish it up, however this does give some people the opportunity of an out, should they have a lot of characters in the mix, or some who may have a hard time with murder. we will do our best to keep people properly updated with this so you are aware if you can safely drop your murder thread.

there will be a channel in the discord to send character deaths as soon as they're done, please make sure to keep it updated!

the usual rules regarding a character’s memory status still applies here. if your character is killed their memory status will change though we will update the pages once the entire event is over.

THE STATE OF WASHINGTON:

characters who were not submitted can of course still get themselves involved. like most murder events the city is in a state of disarray, as people are dropping quickly, and there is violence in the streets. feel free to say your character is out trying to hide and take care of themselves or is out helping other people.

you are welcome to get creative with it. if your character isn’t the sort to murder but they have a close connection who is they can always outsource in order to kill their target, the system can be cheated. it doesn't care who does the murder as long as the target winds up dead, just make sure this plotting is being done very quietly! 

HOUSEKEEPING:

please make sure to tag all event threads hwevent17!

you will receive your targets over dm on discord from either admin maig or admin sunny, most likely a mix of the two of them. in order to make sure admins can have some fun with this event as well we are splitting up the groups of targets and victims in order to keep our own characters secret. in order to keep these secrecy as tight as possible we will not be sending out targets via the main!

though we highly encourage everyone to prioritize their event threads we will not be pausing regular threads during the event. we know that these sort of chaotic events are not everyone's sort of thing, so if you're more comfortable regular threads can be continued during this time.

make sure to tag all triggers! obviously this is one of the more violent events and we want you all to be able to have fun with it but make sure to keep the dash a safe space for everyone! you can find a list of our triggers here!

feel free to begin plotting now! we recommend waiting on full starter calls until targets are sent out so you can make sure to get whatever threads you need while staying sneaky, but you're welcome to begin plotting whenever you like!

that should be everything! if you have an questions, or would like to remove any muses from the pool before we get to randomizing targets please let us know! beyond that just make sure to give this a like when you've read it in its entirety, and have fun!

#hwevent17 #hw: event #hw: admin

[theflyingfeeling]

the terrible infidelity AU is back, this time with a synopsis, because this one was born from a very specific need:

Aleksi accidentally steals Olli's t-shirt and proceeds to pleasure himself while wearing it, thinking of Olli.

~

Aleksi never thought he'd stoop so low.

He wasn't sure how Olli's t-shirt had ended up in his suitcase. It was black like all of his own clothes, like all of their clothes were, so who could really judge him for making such an easy mistake.

Aleksi could remember holding it in his hands when they had been doing the traditional, panic-induced last-minute packing before having to give up the rental tour bus. His head was instantly filled with memories of Olli wearing the shirt just the other night when he had, at three in the morning, climbed into Aleksi's bunk and buried his head in the crook of Aleksi's neck, which was something he did from time to time when he woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back to sleep again. Olli's explanations varied from 'Porko is snoring' to 'it's too cold' to 'just couldn't', and Aleksi never stopped him when he pressed against him in the small space they shared.

He hadn't stopped Olli that night either, when Olli had claimed to be homesick and asked Aleksi to do something about it. Aleksi simply hadn't been able to find a way to say no, not when Olli's widened pupils had been looking up at him and he could feel Olli's semi hard-on through his boxers.

Still. An easy mistake to make.

~*~

He wasn't sure how Olli's t-shirt had replaced the one he had been wearing, so that now he was sitting on the couch of his home studio, wrapped in the smell of Olli instead of the flowery scent of the fabric softener she had told him to buy when he had gone out the night before to buy more coffee grounds. Aleksi supposed he could blame it on the tiredness doing tricks on his brain and making him act out of his will.

Running his palm over the worn fabric and the crusty band logo, he thought about how he had done exactly that when Olli had been wearing that shirt, his and Olli's rock-hard cocks inside Olli's fist. He swallowed as he recalled Olli chasing his lips for a kiss they shouldn't share and clutched the hem of the shirt near his lower stomach when he relived the moment of his orgasm, grasping anything his hands could find to help him contain himself in a tour bus full of his sleeping friends and coworkers.

He glanced down on himself and saw the front of his sweatpants bulging.

Yeah. Just the tiredness.

~*~

He wasn't sure when his hand had slid inside his boxers, but there he was: stroking himself while the smell of Olli surrounded him.

For that, he couldn't even bother making up an excuse. That was just him being weak.

It drove him crazy with lust, as it had back in the tour bus bunk, with Olli right there next to him for him to touch and taste and breathe in. He had done exactly that, relentlessly, fondling Olli over his shirt and under it and below it, wanting him closer, needing him with every living cell Aleksi had in himself. He wrapped his fingers around his erection and closed his eyes to block out the studio and the footsteps from above, to imagine it was Olli who was touching him, like he had done that night. A sigh left his lungs as he squeezed his cock, a sigh which turned into a whine when he remembered how heavenly Olli's warm, slick palm had felt.

Olli's movements had been rapid and rough, so Aleksi's were too, his hand moving up and down his length with a desperate speed. Olli had sneaked a hand under Aleksi's shirt to massage his chest and belly, so Aleksi did too, his own hand following the same path Olli's had, because he swore he could still memorize every single twist and turn of Olli's fingers. He whimpered out loud again, frustrated at his own touch not feeling half as good as Olli's, defeated because even from miles away, from his home in Oulu, Olli still had a hold of his heart as well as of his cock.

Not long before reaching his climax, Aleksi finally allowed himself to summon the memory of Olli repeating Aleksi's name over and over again in a whisper that got muffled somewhere in between Aleksi's lips before he ejaculated. The feeling of Olli's warm cum dribbling between their cocks had been enough to bliss Aleksi out as well and he had followed almost immediately after, his hand groping Olli's backside aimlessly and his heart being swallowed up by Olli, throbbing wildly like both their cocks inside Olli's fist, slowly jerking them through their orgasms. Even without Olli's seed covering his cock this time, Aleksi came as intensely as he had then, some of the spurts of white landing on the shirt he was wearing.

The footsteps from above had silenced. Aleksi could only hope he hadn't been too loud.

His eyes burned when it hit him what he had done.

He really was so weak.

~*~

Aleksi wasn't sure how the shirt had ended up in her hands, now wet and wrinkled and flower-smelling. He had probably forgotten it in the bottom of the laundry basket where he had hidden it in his guilt-crippled panic.

"Since when have you had an AC/DC shirt?"

He could've told her it was Olli's. That he had packed it in his suitcase by mistake and was meaning to give it back to him next week when he'd come over for preparations for yet another tour. That he thought the least he could do to make up accidentally stealing Olli's favourite shirt was to at least wash it before returning it.

He should have told her the truth.

"A fan gift," he said instead.

~*~

Aleksi wasn't sure when he had become so attached to the shirt, to the point he felt weirdly mournful handing it back to Olli.

That was even though he had barely touched it since it had come out of the laundry machine. It didn't smell of Olli anymore.

"Wait, you had this all this time?"

"Yeah, sorry 'bout it." Aleksi's cheeks were as if on fire. Although the shirt no longer looked as nasty as it had with Aleksi's cum staining it, the sight of it was still imprinted on his retinas.

"I've been looking for this everywhere! Haven't seen it since... since, umm..."

What was left of Aleksi's heart stopped beating then.

Had Olli been thinking about it too, the night they had shared with Olli wearing that exact shirt? Had it been driving him insane as well, the memory of their cocks rubbing together, of their mouths searching for each other?

Had Olli, too, when making love to his partner, been imagining it was Aleksi in her stead?

Olli cleared his throat, eyes fixed on the neatly folded shirt in his hands. "Anyway. Thanks."

Have you? I need you to tell me you have. I need you to need me the way I need you.

I need you.

"Yeah, anytime."

#ollixallu #blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfiction #random tumblr ficlets by theflyingfeeling #co-plotted with tumblr user cosmicfire! please don't ask how we came to discuss aleksi wanking over olli's shirt 🥰

[hugemilkshake]

Snow anon: ok I admit I pretytped this in a notepad on mobile since I thought this up in the middle of the night....buuut added onto it when you mentioned how things will get untense when y/n talks lol! And sorry if it's a little bit of a mess, typed it in a half asleep daze since I woke up in the middle of night with idea and had to type it down as fast as possible before my shitty memory deleted it lol!

Baker thinks once they have healed up and so on after being baked...they think the cookies will put em to work and vows to repay the cookies for their kindness....maybe their first words once they are strong enough to talk is "thank you for everything."

Only to discover the spoiling doesn't end once they get stronger. (If ya want: the spoiling INTENSIFIES!) reader is surprised....but then, to explain why this is happening, maybe they say lines that hint at them knowing y/n's past. Like "oh y/n, you must be tired. You've worked so much. Here, I Made your favorite!" Or "Oh heh y/n, I know you worked hard for [item] so I made/got it for you!" and it's like a gaming console y/n had always wanted but could never afford or fit into their life or a plushie they wanted but couldn't get....like the cookies make sure y/n doesn't want for anything.

Also idea...y/n is either talking or learning to talk at this point...like I'm curious how untense the cookies become once y/n can talk!

(Also random guess why it's tense...they don't know if they grabbed the right human until y/n speaks and they recognize their voice and go something like "oh thank the witches we grabbed the right one!"? Lmao!)

Enjoy the milkshake! Idk why it took me so long to write this but here ya go!

Also sorry if this is shorter than the other 2

Chit chatting

-Platonic scenario-

Part 1, Part 2

Strawberry Cookie was panicking at the fact you were standing up, and also understandably scared. Like you you were randomly standing up, how could she not be scared??

Strawberry Cookie had called Wizard Cookie over to make sure you wouldn’t crumble and to their surprise you were pretty much good to walk and move around! As long as you didn’t do anything too wild

Now trying to explain to the two of them proved to be very difficult due to your throat still being too sore to talk

So you had to try and act out what happened since you didn’t know sign language and their was nothing you could write on around so you were kinda embarrassing yourself

In the end you all gave up since you were getting no where. But good news! You could actually go outside finally! So that was nice

At least so you thought…

Some cookies were… kinda concerned by you. You came out of nowhere and couldn’t talk… it’s a bit suspicious

Other cookie were quite friendly and even offered to aid you in walking since you were being guided by Gingerbrave

The cookies who were more friendly with you kept on giving you lots of free stuff, claiming that you seem very familiar so here’s some stuff

While the cookies who were more put off by you tried yo get information out of you, just to see if you could be trusted.

Chili Pepper Cookie was the one who interrogated you the most, you were hanging around Gingerbrave and his friends, like I mean she doesn’t care for them she does care

Chili Pepper Cookie was also the first one to hear you actually say something, what you said was probably really simple like a yes or no but still you could actually speak

After that you just were spoiled by way more cookies, they thanked you for helping them build this glorious kingdom!

You were starting to think that there was more to this cookie game than meets the eye…

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #crk self aware

[badly-shuffled-deck]

Wednesday: Bianca and Yoko think they're the hotter couple. So, to prove them wrong we have to go and have a ton of sex.

Enid: Wednesday, you've got to stop this competitiveness. Just to prove them wrong you want me to go upstairs and have sex with you over, and over, and over, and l'm saying no to this why? Get your coat!

#literally woke up in the middle of the night to make this #if there is any typo i'm sorry it's because i didn't take the time to put my glasses on #for the record i think wednesday is ace but it's for the joke #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #incorrect wednesday quotes #incorrect quotes #the addams family

[iwillbreakyourfuckingskull]

When someone tells you (pwDID) that you used to be a little girl suffering through horrific abuse, but you are a 35 y/o man who's always been that age:

#actuallydid #actuallycdd #it's kinda funny that i truly cant really understand that that little girl was me like no thats the other ones #cdd alter #did alter #cdd fictive #did fictive #cdd introject #did introject #did memes #cdd memes #did stuff #cdd stuff #did things #cdd things #levi.speaking #my.posts #made the image :) it's my source bc it really shows how silly my brain thinks #idk man maybe none of this makes sense #i just woke up in the middle of the night to make the meme i thought of the day before

[vigilskeep]

lads i’m in inquisition again

#i should stop telling you guys these things but i want to liveblog sue me #anyway i woke up its the middle of the night im making choices

[dreaminginmysoup]

Awwww what a cute puppy!!! Surely if I go to pet him nothing bad will happen to me!!!

#infinite the jackal #sth #sonic the hedgehog #sonic forces #tbh #tbh creature #I woke up in the middle of the night and was possessed into making this #I saw the shadow version that sphbun did and I guess I was inspired #soup art

[vellichorsdesire]

f/o save me waaah thunderstorms f/o. snifflinnhg… waaaaah … f/ooo…. f/o……..

#good morning….::::::.. #i woke up at the middle of the night and for like a whole frw minutes heard one thunder after the other 😭😭😭 SAVE ME #I HATE THUNDER SOBAD #them going like shhhshh it’s fine go sleep more At me. makes me go so. flushed emoji #burying my facein their neck bhhhhbhbhh #Sorry. sorry . sorry. I need to get out of bed #it’s still raining though…. its been hours i think