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starrystevie · 10 months

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steve's desperate, okay?

he's officially running late for his first date with linda because he couldn't find his car keys and the shirt he wanted to wear just wasn't working so he had to grab something out of his hamper and throw it on blindly which then messed up his hair and he almost forgot to brush his teeth again but remembered as he opened the front door and-

he only realizes he forgot to put on cologne once he makes it halfway to her house and smells himself. the shirt from the hamper smells stale, not bad, just stale. and steve in his normal, non-rushed state wouldn't have noticed because his trusty calvin klein would have covered it up but today is apparently not a day for things to go right.

with a sigh of frustration, steve pulls into the hook's drugstore a little too quickly and it makes his stomach lurch the tiniest bit before sliding into an open parking sport at the front door. he rushes in, pushing the door open with too much force and books it to the fragrance aisle.

"this is so fucking stupid," he mutters to himself, unable to be heard by any surrounding shoppers over the annoyingly loud jingle playing through the speakers.

steve skids to halt in front of the cologne section, crouching down and scanning quickly over the tester bottles for obsession. once he spots the amber bottle, he yanks it towards himself, spraying as much as he can onto his chest given the awkward angle he's at. as he stands back up, steve pulls his shirt collar up towards his nose and the ball of nerves in his stomach loosens at the familiar smell. he may be late but he feels like he's back in the game.

checking his watch, he sees just how late he is and makes a beeline for the door, nearly running into an older lady with far too many rolls of toilet paper in her tiny arms. as he dodges around her and extends his arm to push open the door, he hears a loud voice over the intercom.

"you're not going to buy anything after stealing cologne?"

steve stops, freezes where he is and frantically turns his head around to spot the cashier grinning at him. he has long hair and a bright red hook's drugstore vest over a denim vest which doesn't look very comfortable. he has chains in his jeans and handcuffs holding his belt closed and a smirk that is trying to kill him and oh-

"wait, stealing cologne?" steve shakes himself back into existence as the old lady pushes by him without dropping a single roll on the way back to her car. "you're going to call me putting on a few sprays stealing?"

the cashier's smile just gets bigger, like a cat hunting down a canary. steve's never felt like a canary before but can't deny that it's an exciting feeling.

"well, on a good day i wouldn't. but i'm bored and you didn't buy a single thing so technically, yes. you're stealing, pretty boy."

steve fights the urge to roll his eyes and put his hands on his hips, so instead he crosses them over his chest, cologne wafting up from the movement and reminding him that he doesn't have time for this no matter how cute the cashier may be.

he makes his way over to the counter, grabs a pack of gum and slams it on the counter. without breaking eye contact with eddie, as his nametag suggests, he throws him a salty smile of his own and pulls his wallet out from his back pocket.

eddie's eyes are a deep brown with a glimmer of something behind them and his hands are covered in rings making his fingers look long and strong. the jeans he has on are ripped on one of the the thighs, showing a hint of a tattoo to match the ones crawling up his arms. steve's no stranger to thinking men are attractive but this guy? he's on a new level. his heart thumps painfully in his chest when eddie's grin grows larger as he watches steve give him a once over. it thumps even harder when eddie gives him a once over of his own.

the clock above the register shows that he's officially 20 minutes late to picking up... laura? lisa?

no, linda. damnit.

eddie looks down at the gum and then back up at steve, quirking up an eyebrow. "i hardly think this monetarily equates to a bottle of cologne but-"

"oh come on!" steve huffs. eddie laughs and it's clear and bright, ringing off the cinderblock walls louder than the annoying jingle that's still playing. whatever fight steve may have had left in him drains away at the sound and suddenly he isn't thinking about the clock anymore. he feels his shoulders fall down to a more relaxed state, feels himself shift his weight on his feet to look more natural than ready to run at a moments notice.

"just kidding, man." eddie rings up the gum quickly and hands it back to steve. "sorry, you looked like you were in a rush. i shouldn't have created a scene just because i'm bored."

steve chuckles. "i'm already supremely late for my date so what's another five minutes. especially if it gets me..." he looks at the gum packet to look at what he even picked up in the first place. "... spearmint freshen-up gum."

"well there you go," eddie says, grin smaller than before, "a perfect thing to get for a date. everyone likes their date to be minty fresh for that first kiss."

it strikes somewhere in steve that he isn't expecting. the beemer is still out in the parking lot running so he didn't have to waste time, his watch on his wrist feels heavy, the scent of obsession overpowering. but he can't make himself move. he wants to stay and talk to eddie, wants to learn about what makes him tick.

"can i borrow your phone?" steve asks. eddie's eyebrows furrow but he reaches for the store phone and places the console on top of the counter.

"for what?"

steve look through his wallet, finding the piece of paper with linda's number on it. holding the receiver between his shoulder and ear, he dials in her number and holds his pointer finger up at eddie, signaling that he'll need a second. steve then brings the finger to his lips and shushes with his cheek pulling up in a smirk. eddie's eyes zero in on the motion and it feels like steve's gone from being the canary back to the cat.

"linda? hey it's steve."

he watches as eddie mouths steve back at him and then nods to himself when he gets the confirmation that it is indeed his name. steve throws him a wink for good measure.

"i know i'm late and i'm really really sorry to cancel last minute but-. oh. yeah, sure. have a good time. okay bye li-."

on the other end of the line, linda slams down the phone without waiting for steve to finish talking and it makes him wince with how loud it is in his ear. he gives eddie a sheepish smile, all toothy and guilt-ridden, and gently puts the receiver back down.

"what was that?" eddie asks with a disbelieving look on his face. steve shrugs.

"she got tired of waiting so she already had another guy lined up to come pick her up."

eddie sucks in air through his teeth and mimes getting shot in the heart. it has steve laughing as he falls over on the counter, hair covering his face. he turns his head to peer up at steve through the curtain of curls, the one brown eye that's visible twinkling in the harsh overhead light.

"was it true love? are you just absolutely heartbroken?"

steve thinks about it for less than a second. watches how eddie curls back up one vertebrae at a time before placing his elbows on the counter and leaning over. watches how eddie's eyes flit between his own and his lips. watches how he focuses on the latter for a little while too long.

"why would i be heartbroken," steve starts. he's being too forward, too brash, but with eddie looking at him that way, he knows he can be. "when you'll probably be on break soon and can make it up to me? you know, for making me even more late and all."

eddie's grin grows wide again. "oh really?"

steve shrugs once more with a playful look of consideration on his face, resting on his elbows to match eddie on the counter. "yes, really. this is your payback for being bored and taking it out on me."

it's later when eddie's on break and steve hasn't left the drugstore in over an hour and they're sitting in his car with bowie playing through the speakers that eddie looks up at him with a look steve knows well.

"you do smell really good, y'know." his voice is softer than steve's heard it all day.

"so are you glad i came in to steal cologne?" steve leans closer over the center console to get into eddie's personal space. there's a hand curling over his bicep and pulling him even closer, their faces only centimeters apart.

"i guess i'll let it slide this time, thief."

and when they kiss for the first time, it tastes like the freshen-up gum they both had been nonstop chewing ever since steve paid for it.

#did drugstores back then have fragrance aisles let alone samplers? who's to say just go with it #inspired by me looking cute for work today and forgetting to put on my perfume and wondering if i should stop in to target on my way in #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #steddie fic #is this realistic? absolutely not but ignore that for the blorbos sake #stranger things #stranger things fic

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liliannadelaphinehartifelt · 2 months

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Alastor - [ ELATION ]

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A/N: This was originally an nsfw quick thought but it spiraled out of control so I guess it's a story sneak peak now?!…

WARNINGS: [ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ FEM READER ]

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You look down on him. Pure joy on your face as he kneels, sitting there at your feet, and all at his will.

It feels so odd but intoxicating. You, so much smaller than him, who can only harness half the power he holds and are seen by everyone as the softest being ever to grace the hotel halls. You, an almost picture-perfect doll many thought fell from heaven, towering over one of the most feared overloads without a hint of fear in you.

Alastor at your whim, willingly, and all because you flattered him with your existence. So polite, so sweet, and so daring. You were fragile and fearless, an ordinary sinner who had him wrapped around her little finger within minutes of your first meeting.

And you knew it.

You knew it and you used it against him shamelessly.

One look from your doe-like eyes and he felt incapable of refusing any wish you asked of him.

It gave you a rush, confidence even, and boosted your hidden ego, knowing you could crumble such a powerful demon to his knees so quickly. The slight smile you'd learned to showcase daily became a grin looking down on him now, in the confines of his room, in the dead of night…

You'd come to him for attention, and though he was busy preparing the script for his next broadcast, he immediately disregarded it as you waltzed into his space.

“Hm, seems you missed me a lot, Al,” you teased him with a giggle, perching yourself on the sofa he'd just been lounging on himself and lowering your gaze as he crouched his taller frame before you.

A true gentleman….acting without being told to.

How sweet….

“My dear,” he addresses you quietly, smile ever present as you tipped his head up with your stocking-clad foot; the soft black fabric reached your thighs, drawing his attention to the exposed skin above it as you playfully nudged his chin to refocus his wandering gaze.

“My eyes are up here, sir. Don't you know it's impolite to gawk at a lady?” You flash a closed-eye smile while chastising him, crossing one leg over the other as he looks upon your face, but he finds it incredibly hard to leave it there as the silk of your nightgown shifts with your every move.

Alastor could easily rip it off, pin you down, and take what he wanted from you.

Use you for all your worth and dare you to run as he did…

He had the power to but basked in your control instead, loving the trivial games you'd play with his undead heart and undeniably amused by your confidence to do so.

You didn't need his affections, his ownership, or permission.

Protection or popularity wasn't your prerogative either…

You needed nothing from the feared Radio Demon…

Not a single thing…

But you would damn sure take everything from him.

“What is it that you desire, sweetheart? Tell me, and it's yours…” Alastor felt his chest lose all its air as you giggled again, humming quietly, hearing his offer and only answering him when you'd taken an excellent, sultry look at him.

“Anything?” you question him, reaching out to gently pet his ears, brushing the same delicate fingers through his town-toned hair a couple of times before tracing over his hidden antlers. Alastor felt an invisible shiver rack his body as you toyed with the familiar areas, aware of their sensitivity but selfishly stimulating them to get his reactions.

“Anything…you want..” the stag groaned lowly, smile growing tight as you massage his right ear before switching to the other and using that hold to drag him closer while uncrossing your legs. He obediently leaned in, the subtle scent of your aroused heat stirring a dormant hunger in him instantly and the plushness of your thighs fitting perfectly into his clawed hands as he reached for you.

You moaned quietly as he dragged his claws over your skin, careful not to rip your stockings, panting heavily against your clothed cunt like a starved man.

It'd been days since he last tasted you, had his fill of your cunt that you so graciously allowed him access to, and Alastor had long forgotten how to mask his greed for it…

He saw no point in hiding his craving when you came to him in a state like this. Demanding and desperate, just the same as he was.

“So…” you sighed in delight as he nuzzled his head closer, blood-red eyes drifting up to meet yours as you continued to speak, “…you’ll help me fall asleep then? One last time…”

A lie.

You both knew you'd return to him for all your needs, desires, and troubles.

“One last time “ meant nothing to Alastor and even less to you.

“Of course, I will, my darling…” he let the static drop from his voice, admiring how your small canines dug into your bottom lip, eyes lidding over with unmistakable pleasure.

That was all you needed to hear from Alastor, voicing no refusal as he shifted closer to your heart and moaned loudly as he passed his tongue over your clothed heat once, then twice before ripping it away with his sharp teeth.

You jolted from sudden action, not startled by Alastors microaggressions and rather proud of yourself for causing such a ravenous reaction. “Careful, or you might hurt me, Al…” you feigned concern, petting his head gently as a lazy smile tugged at your lips, and said deer demon responded to your coy reprimand by slowly lapping at your folds.

“Oh, mmm…” Your back arched from the velvet cushions you sat against, hands fisting the fabric of his red dress shirt as he wrapped an arm around each of your thighs, effectively keeping you still.

His grip was bruising, a normal pain you'd come to expect since you tended to struggle to tease his efforts at pleasing you, but your little habit persisted.

“Y-you think- ahm…you think you deserve this?… To have me…t-to get anything you want…ah…” you writhed in his hold, glaring at him vengfully despite drowning in a pool of ecstasy everytime he passed his unruly tongue over entrance. Alastor chuckled at your brazen remarks, reveling your warmth as he switched between teasing your clit and exploring your inner walls, and you lost your breath from the familiar pattern.

He knew you inside and out, committed your every reaction to memory, and thrived off seeing your tender body betray your power-hungry mentality.

Your thighs trembled as his tongue slithered deeper into your cunt, leaving no inch of it unexplored while his gaze remained on your flushed face. He couldn't look away, not when you threw your head back before letting out a string of whimpers, blinking back tears as your hips rolled closer to his face.

He had you now, legs shaking, and your count steadily streaming a mix of his saliva and your cum.

He had you, and there wasn't a thing you could do to stop him.

You'd asked for it…

“Earn it…earn me…Alastor,” you praised his efforts through grateful moans, vibrating with pleasure as the coil in your stomach curled itself impossibly tight the longer he feasted on your cunt. Stars dotted your vision as your high approached, his distorted groans and deathly grip coaxing it.

Blood trickled on your thighs, his nails gradually digging deeper into the fabric covering them, but you refused to care as Alastair brought you over the edge.

“That's enough..” you whine as his tongue swirls inside of your cunt, leaving nothing to waste as you come down from your high. He didn't relent to the ministrations, overstimulating you on purpose, and you tugged one of his ears roughly to correct him. Alastor grunted in pain, grimacing at you as he backed away from your entrance slowly, “What a violent little thing you are.” He chastises you, eyes narrowing as a huff leaves your lips, “And you're an arrogant son of a bitch…” you snap back childishly.

His eyes glow bright red at your snarky remark, smile widening as you follow it up with an innocent smile. No one but you could get away with talking to him that way, smug and inconsequential.

Indeed, Alastor would find a way to fuck the meaning of genuine fear into you…

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This was literally a drabble…ughh my writers block is actually debilitating atp… :(

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

His eye brow raise kills me everytime…like okay yes sir whatever you say sir mhm will do sir no need to ask me twice sir!!! ❤️ credit to the creator

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captainsarahscratches · 3 months

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Can we get some head cannons with Kenny omega x younger gf reader. Like reader is 27 and AEW womens champ. Something about protective Kenny

Kenny constantly hears jokes about him babysitting his girl, but he doesn't care because he's happier than he's ever been

You constantly hear comments from the other girls that you only have the title because you fuck the EVP.

Kenny hates these comments and wants to put them in their place but you calm him down and tell him it doesn't bother you. It does, but you tell him otherwise, because deep down you know he didn't have anything to do with your title.

They make jokes about him robbing the cradle, and you having daddy issues. But the two of you just laugh along, because you both know it's nothing of the nature. You two just click, and in your industry, with your scheduleds, it's rare when two people understand each other and blend the way you and Kenny do.

Kenny trains with you and it brings a smile to your face because to you it's like getting paid to be with your favorite person.

He loves it because he gets to be close to you and share something that he loves with the one he loves, even though he hasn't told you yet.

He tends to get a little more handsy when he's training with youm but you never seem to mind.

To throw him off his game, you tend to whisper "harder, daddy" when he has you in a choke hold. This gets him flustered, and gives you a n opportunity to counter him when he wasn't intending that to happen. He can't help but be a little proud when you pull that one.

When you go home, Kenny always makes sure you get into your apartment safely, but on days you've been teasing him in the ring. He tends to stay a little longer.

At your fridge you bend over to grab a cold bottle of water, and you feel him behind you. His waist against yours, his hands tracing up your back and into your hair.

"What baby, I thought you said harder?" you cant help but moan in delight, "Oh still not hard enough?" he says as he smack your ass.

In seconds, your legs are wrapped around his waist as he carries you to the edge of your own bed. Throwing you roughly onto the mattress.

"You think you can be a tease all damn day and think I'm not going to do anything about it, huh? You're lucky I didn't fuck you right there in front of everyone in the gym. Let them all see how good of a little slut you can be."

You giggle, knowing you're getting under his skin, "yeah, and then prove to him that i really am the old man's good little girl." The growl that leaves him sets you a blaze, and you don;'t even have time to react as he pounds into your body. Not a care towards your own pleasure, just his own release. but you didn't care, because the animalistic fucking he's giving you brings you over the edge twice over before he even begins to unravel inside you.

"Fuck, FUCK Y/N God damnit your going to make me cum!"

"Cum for me daddy, please. I need it Kenny I need you to-"

"FUCKKK" He floods your body as he continues to thrust inside you until he can't take it any longer.

Rolling over onto the opposite side of the bed, You rolling to meet him, head on his chest.

"God babe, fuck. I love when you let me take over like that." " I love it too."

"I love you, too" he said, kissing your forehead.

You pick up your head look him the eye, he looks nervous, not meaning to let that slip in this setting. He searches your face for a hint of anger, or remorse.

You grin uncontrollably, kissing him deeply. Rolling ontop of him, straddling his lap. "I love you too, Kenny."

He smiles, and kisses you passionately. Flipping you over onto your back, his cock hard against your body again, his mouth firmly on your neck.

Trailing kisses up to your ear, in a low gravely voice

"Let's see how many times, this 'old man' can make you cum in a day. What's my record again, five? Child's play, you better cancel whatever you had planned this week. You won't be able to walk anywhere"

#kenny omega #aew fanfiction #kenny omega smut #kenny omega x reader #the elite #bullet club #aew imagine #kenny omega imagine #aew #aew smut

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 4 months

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HEAR ME OUT— levi finally confessing his feelings for Y/N on new years

OMGGGGGGG THIS IS SO CUTE (this also ended up longer than i intended because i decided to add dialogue LMAO sorry)

i can imagine him doing it as a new year's resolution type of deal

like you'll be walking along the docks, with fireworks planned to go off across the bay. as you're watching the fireworks, he's intently watching you, his lips slightly parting as he appreciated the wonder in your eyes from watching the pretty colors, which were getting reflected off your face, painting your eyes with colors that made them seem to pop out even more to him than they already did

it's levi, so of course he'd be struggling even then over whether he should confess or not. i can see him maybe admitting it to himself a few weeks ago, but being unsure of when or how to tell you, or if he even should tell you. will it ruin your friendship? what if you didn't feel the same? what if he wasn't good enough for you?

but seeing you in those colorful lights, with nothing but innocent curiosity and awe in your eyes, gave him the resolve and desire to finally confess.

he'd be lost in you, and wouldn't even notice when you start trying to chat with him again after the fireworks show had ended and the new year had officially begun.

"what's your new years resolution?" you asked. "i'd probably say mine is trying to be cleaner at home, but i already know that's not gonna happen. you're probably going to have to come over to keep my shit together."

"you'd still be a shitshow even if you suddenly become a master at cleaning," he mentioned with a scoff.

"well?" you pressed with a head tilt, still prompting him to answer your question about his new year's resolution.

it took him a moment to respond.

"...probably be better at voicing how i feel without ignoring it."

"well, you never were good at words, were you?" you smirked as you casually teased him. "you just end up scowling at everyone, so people just think you're feeling grouchy all the time."

"and what about you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"what?"

"do you also think i'm nothing but grouchy?"

"hmm," you mumbled, thinking about what to say. "maybe 80% of the time. the other 20% seems to involve you being worried about something, usually if something wasn't clean enough or if you were going to run out of tea."

he snorted at your comment. you couldn't read the expression on his face, but it did seem like he was deep in thought, as if he was trying to formulate something to say. as you said, he was never good with words.

"well, let's start simple. what are you feeling right now?"

"...a little annoyed at how loud those damn fireworks were. a bit disappointed in how many drinks four-eyes had."

"well hange had been working their butt off trying to get their lab together after the holidays. they deserve to let a load off, even if that is being 5 shots in and playing dumb party games."

he averted his gaze as he tried to formulate his next words.

"...and probably confused," he whispered quietly.

"about?"

"there's this brat that's been pissing me off," he eventually said. "has been for a few years actually. and it pisses me off even more that part of me looks forward to it."

you raised an eyebrow at him. "you look forward to being pissed off?"

you saw him begin to shuffle around awkwardly.

"...only when it comes to them, i guess," he mumbled, still looking down towards the ground. "...kinda realized that i've grown quite fond of them, in a way as more than just friends, but that i've been too caught up in my head to really acknowledge it."

now you were the one frowning.

"levi ackerman actually having feelings for someone?"

there was a hint of astonishment and animosity in your voice as you turned to better face him, holding your hand against your waist in an almost accusatory fashion.

"who the hell is this mysterious person and why haven't i heard of them?"

he remained quiet for a moment before finally looking up, his intense, grey eyes looking directly into yours.

"you."

#kat chats #levi and reader are idiots in love in every universe i write sorry not sorry #thinking of levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou x reader #captain levi x reader #levi fluff #levi #levi ackerman #levi heichou #captain levi #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #snk

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ownedbyfictionalwomen · 9 months

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would you like to write something like:

modern abby and her best friend are both working on their athletic careers but trying to always be there for each other!

until one day- volleyball player! reader had an important game and abby forgot about it, going out with her friends after her training session! but when she goes (running) to the place of the match there's no one other than a sad reader (her team lost) and they start arguing but then abby kisses her 😔

[thank you for everything you post 🤍 wish you a lot of happiness (and yes i'm in love with your acc)]

would i like to write something like this??? ughhhhh... yes please, baby. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to the request... i have just been in such a rut recently but sexy abby anderson can always break me out of it.

let's go :)

warnings: fem!reader, alcohol, love, mutual pining, tongue sucking and some making out, an ass grab, boobie talk, a baseball reference

the match wasn't going the way you wanted needed it to. it didn't matter how many points you won, the other team just seemed to do one better... and it was eating at you.

and what was worse? you couldn't see her in the crowd.

abby. your best friend. your personal cheerleader. nowhere to be seen. and that somehow felt worse than all of your hard work training for this match going to waste.

the referee blew her whistle long and hard, signalling the end of the game as the other side of the net erupted into cheers and celebrations, and it broke your heart. you had lost before, you were a well-seasoned athlete in your last year of college, a professional contract just out of reach, but each loss hurt just as bad as the one before it.

but if a loss was a broken heart, a forgotten promise was your heart being ripped out; she swore she would be here, at the back of the bleachers where she usually sat, her fingers crossed in the hope that you would once again lead your team to victory. instead, she was...

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... at the fucking bar. her teammates all crowded around a table, pizzas and vodka-sodas covering the expanse of the dark wood as they all celebrated a successful practice and a week free from competition.

abby had gone a little too hard, she and her co-captain jokingly practicing their victory speeches and doing a shot or two of tequila before falling into an easy yet slightly slurred chat.

"so, you going to that party becky was talking about tomorrow?" abby asked, throwing her pizza crust onto the tray in front of them and taking another drink from the waitress who offered her one.

"you mean the party on friday?" her friend laughed, jokingly sliding abby's drink away from her, hinting at the fact that abby might have had a little too much.

she couldn't help the chuckle that burst out of her lungs at (what she thought was) a joke.

"yeah, tomorrow." abby paused, her eyes widening, "tomorrow is friday."

"abs... tomorrow is thursday," was what she heard, solidifying her nightmare.

but it still took abby a good 30 seconds to take in the news, and another 30 seconds to realise the grave mistake that she had made; wednesday, your match. shit.

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the steel of the door smashed against the palms of her hands as she flung the sports hall's door open, rushing inside and making it only to the edge of court before she saw you, head in your hands and weeping. if abby listened closely enough, she could hear your quiet sniffles.

"everyone else's friends managed to come," you rushed out, albeit quietly, only just lifting your head enough to meet her eyes, "so you better have a damn good excuse."

abby dropped her head, her right hand automatically sliding around the back of her neck to try to expel some of her awkwardness and guilt. she didn't say anything, she couldn't, because she had no reason good enough for upsetting her best friend.

"nevermind. i can smell the fucking tequila from here." you raised your voice, letting your anger take control as you shoved your sports bag onto your shoulder and made to leave, only making it two steps before abby came up behind you, grabbing your wrist.

"i have no excuse, okay? i forgot, and i'm sorry." choosing the honesty route, she let the words hang in the air behind you, your eyes still pointed away from her.

"we lost, abby." the anger that was once at the wheel wasn't there for long as your earlier disappointment floated back into your head. you stepped back into abby's chest as she laid her chin on top of your head and wrapped an arm around your chest, your back plastered to her front.

"i'm so sorry, honey."

"i needed you here, abs." you whispered, turning around in her embrace to look into her eyes, your arms instinctively going around her waist, holding her closer.

it happened slowly: that first look down at your lips, stealing the words off her tongue as she shot her eyes back up to yours, seeing that they too were now pointing down slightly. and then she couldn't stop herself from leaning in closer, and closer, until your mouths touched gently, your recently glossed lips sliding over hers.

she had once thought about your first kiss, thinking it would never come but hoping so desperately that it would. it would be soft and slow and tender- and it was all of those things, for the first ten seconds.

and then abby felt your hand slip into her hair behind her braid and your breasts squish against her hard chest, your nipples grazing against hers through your sports bras.

you made abby lose it; sucking her tongue into your mouth and sucking on it, tasting her desperately as her hands slid to your ass, squeezing roughly and making you yelp and lose contact.

"okay okay, wait," you said, a hand on abby's chest, keeping her at bay. "i'll forgive if you let me go to third base."

abby laughed, out of breath, "i don't play baseball but you can eat me out."

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #hann answers

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letsgetrowdy43 · 9 months

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Heaven on earth ☆—

This takes place the night of Quinn's NHL debut, up until the summer of 2020. It's a bit angsty, but nothing too heartbreaking :)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, lmk if anything else :)

The continuation

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“You’re gonna do amazing things Quinn,” Honey mumbled as her thumb ran over the cracked skin of his bottom lip. Their legs tangled in the sheets of the shared hotel bed they were lying in, just hours before he had to get up to start preparing for his first-ever game with the Canucks.

This was one of the last nights the couple spent together before she inevitably had to leave him to go back to Michigan to start her summer internship at USNTDP to do some media for the draft and the summer showcase.

"I'm so proud of you," she mumbled as his hand raked through the ends of her hair. Quinn laid silently, his hands gripping at the exposed skin of her hip as his face buried itself in her neck. His warm breath sent chills down her spine as he placed a kiss on her collarbone.

"I worried about us now that I'm here," he mumbled into her skin as she halted her movements. A sad smile graced her lips as she reached down to cup his face and pull his attention to her, "I am too, but we can make it work," she whispered as she hugged him closer to her chest. "I just spent so long without you, and I feel like I just got you, m' not ready to let you go yet." "I'm not going anywhere Q, you're stuck with me," she promised as her lips pressed kisses to the crown of his head, he hummed in approval as he lifted his head to kiss her gently on the mouth.

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The summer season ended as quickly as it started, sending Honey in tears back to Umich while Quinn hopped on his flight back to Canada to continue his rookie year. And soon it was Christmas break, and both teens dreading the conversation they were going to have the moment they saw each other.

long distance had not been working, there wasn't a lack of trying, it just felt like another thing being added to both of their plates that they were quite equipt for. It pained both of them to see each other once again, Quinn engulfing her into a bone-crushing hug, her hand cupping the sides of his face as she placed a kiss on his lips, followed by a sad sigh.

The drive from the airport to the Hughes house for him to finally see his family again was tense, they both needed to talk, they had both hinted at the possible break, needing to relieve some of the pressures of life. Christmas songs played over the radio as Honey parked her car in her family's driveway, looking out the windshield at the neighbour's house where Ellen and her mother sat, each nursing a glass of wine as they awaited Quinn's arrival.

"Do you want to talk now? Or do you want to have one more good night?" he asked as his hand intertwined with hers, the chapped skin of his lips brushed against her knuckle as his attention switched from out the car window to her. "We can talk in the morning," she whispered, fighting off the tears in her eyes as she squeezed Quinn's hand, looking up to see him equally as emotional as her.

"We need to pull it together," she grinned as she watched a smile work its way onto Quinn's face.

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Honey returned to school a little more heartbroken than when she left, many tears shed over her breakup. The absence of Quinn in her life was hurting a bit more than she first expected Missing his texts, his voice, even just seeing his face on her phone, it was all a big mind fuck, she held so much love in her heart for him, but it didn't seem like enough when they needed it most. But now she sat with all this pent-up love for him, no way of expressing it, no way of talking about it, just repressing it into this tiny box.

She stared at the contact on her phone, his picture a photo of them on his draft day, her finger hovering over the dial button. Fighting off the urge to just hit call and praying that he'd answer, or even just hear his voicemail.

She hit call on a whim, hands shaking s she held the phone up to her ear, letting it ring three times before deciding to hang up, but on the last ring, he picked up. "Hun?" that knocked the air right out of her lungs. "Hey Q," she whispered, pathetic, she thought to herself as she craved to hear him speak again.

Quinn sat up in his bed, the phone pressed against his ear, stomach rolling at the defeated sound of her voice, "everything okay?" "No," she sighed, tears in her eyes, "this is really hard." Quinn knew exactly what she meant, he'd been battling with the issue of reaching out as well, "I miss you so fucking much," she whispered as he listened to her silent cries on the other end.

They hadn't even been apart a month yet and they both found themselves in a world of hurt.

"Do you think we made a mistake?" he asked lowly, praying that she said a simple 'yes' to ease his nerves. "Yes," she said weakly, "but, it wasn't working, neither is this, but that was much worse," she said truthfully, crushing his hopes of her asking them to put the break nonsense to an end and get back together. "I get that," he said, his hand rubbing over his face, "but, I don't want you to be completely out of my life now that we aren't together."

the two of them talked for hours on the phone that night, coming to the conclusion to not completely cut each other out of their lives, they were Quinn and Honey, the world didn't turn if they weren't talking. "I need to get some sleep," she mumbled looking at the clock on her bedside table, "I love you, I hope you know that." "I love you too," he whispered, "maybe someday in the future, this will work out the way we want it to." "I hold you to that Quinner," she said with a grin as she hung up, the weight on her chest lifting slightly as she got ready for bed.

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Quinn returned home to Michigan for the summer with a lot of nerves about seeing Honey again, they continued to stay close throughout the year, he even visted her during the All-star break, but something about spening the next few months so closely with her seemed like a taunting dream that was gong to be his downfall.

"Honey is stopping by tonight with her parents for dinner" Ellen said nonchalantly as she started prepping for dinner, "just thought I'd let you know."

He knew what his mom was up to, Honey told him that she suspected their mothers were conspiring some plan to get them back together. It was useless though, the timing was still wrong, Honey would now be going back for her senior year, and Quinn was still trying to acclimate his game to the level he wanted to be at, there was just too much going on in their lives for their relationship to resume.

An hour later Hun stood at the door along with her parents, a pretty sundress on as she hugged Ellen and his brothers, a smile on her face as she worked her way down the line of Hughes family members and ended up face-to-face with Quinn. He was sure he was going to pass out, mesmerized by the way her dress clung to her curves, admiring the post-break-up haircut she'd given herself, it was all too much for him.

"hey Q," she mumbled as she kept her distance, not knowing if he wanted a hug as well, when in reality there was nothing more he wanted than to be held by her. So he leaned forward and pulled her into his chest, "missed you, Hun," he mumbled as he smushed his cheek on top of her head, her arms wrapping around him as she melted into his frame.

And that was how the rest of the summer was spent, harmless flirting and fleeting touches as they danced around the idea of intimacy. Up until the Hughes brothers and friends invited her out to their lake house on her week off, boat days and bonfires seemed like the remedy for a stressful summer season at her summer internship.

The real remedy seemed to be the moment she and Quinn were a few drinks in, short glances and drunken haze brought them back together. Sloppy kisses, the taste of salt water and sunscreen on his skin as she fought back the guilty burden of knowing that this feeling wasn't going to be forever. Finding comfort in long nights of shared kisses, and gentle touches, it was like heaven on earth, but followed by the weighing feeling that this was just a summer thing, in a month's time they'd be back in their respective lives apart from each other, and that was enough to make both of them sick to their stomachs.

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wisteriainslumber · 6 months

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"Get me out of here!"

aka the twst girlies surviving an escape room in honour of me being the most unhelpful person in escape rooms

warnings: swearing and book 6 spoilers in regards to ortho

first years

has the highest possibility of succeeding

it sure wouldn't look like it though

in the middle of their allotted hour, they suggested to sacrifice grim

which yuu stopped by distracting them with a loooooong story of how they are a long lost octuplet

legit no one knows if yuu is being FR or not bc it sounds so unbelievable but their facial expressions suggest they're being so deadass abt it

unanimous decision to push ace into the coffin and started holding hands and chanting

low and behold, the weight in the coffin triggered a mechanism and they accidentally solved the puzzle into the next room

here's another example, where there was a bunch of clocks on the wall w/ different times and epel joked that it looks like the heartslabyul dorm (bc of the million staircases)

and while deuce and ace were telling stories about the amount of freshmen that fell off those staircases (rip), jack stared a lil harder and figured out a password for a lock that way

the first thought that occurs is to pick the locks

they got the shit scared out of them from the game master's voice in the walkie talkie telling them to solve it properly bc dude... don't do that??/

ortho detects hidden walls and rooms before the game even starts but he doesnt speak of them

he'll always be hovering around them though and stares directly into the security cameras

sebek is so stressed bc this space is so small and so hot. AND HES GONNA BE STUCK HERE FOR AN HOUR

jack is infected by the stress radiating off sebek for the same reasons but also bc he can hear jamil and riddle going awfff on their group in the other room and it is really freaking distracting

ortho picks up the most useless, disconnected keyboard and started carrying it around for funsies (its like so outdated and he wants to show it to idia to laugh at it) before the walkie-talkie kindly asked them to put it back because it's not a clue

epels mind is in the right place, trying to find patterns in the titles of the bookshelf, but they're really just there for decoration

grim's floor sniffing habit comes in so handy rn bc he's finding things under beds and in drawers

there is a piano in their room and aside from grim stomping on the keys, epel played hot cross buns, thinking he was the only one who knew how to play, then yuu, our champion, comes in playing some classical backing music

it shocked sebek so much that yuu was practically a music god, then asked them to play some mozart, and again, got the piss scared out of them

a loud thunk and bam, accidentally unlocked another hidden room

ace and deuce were in a competition of who could find the hints the fastest and tragically they were the two that didn't find any hints at all

in short, it was sheer dumb luck that got them out

8/10, if only it wasn't for sebek breaking down near the end of the hour because he got his hand stuck in a box and started panicking

because they were the first to finish, they were allowed to look at how the second and third years were doing and damn, they had such a big laugh about it

aka it turned into a dorm thing

second years

there are many brilliant minds in this group which would make them a very good contender for getting out

unfortunately they are smart individually but extremely dumb when together

they started handcuffed to each other and surprisingly no one really minds it

like, it's not maaaajorly distracting like they can get things done without too much struggle

and silver insists that its good to have a buddy system in case they get lost, you know, inside a very unspacious room

only downside is that sometime there will be some squabbles about someone yanking too hard but overall they're very peaceful

ruggie will be carrying all the random objects they manage to uncover in case they're needed (aka azul keeps passing over random objects for ruggie to hold— he thinks that they are clues)

mostly because kalim was supposed to, but he left them all over the place and forgot about them while trying to solve puzzles

jade, his handcuff buddy, is seeing all this happen but does he grab the misplaced items? no lmao

instead kalim's the button pusher bc he wants to be useful but sometimes he presses the wrong buttons because its so dARK, WHY IS IT SO DARK???

jamil gets so pissy that u practically couldn't see shit, so he climbed on floyd's shoulders to go fix the fucking lights

floyd complained a lot because jamil's constant reaching felt like he was personally trying to tear his arm off by the socket

silver gets so into the scenario that the escape room assigned so he's on Full Survival Mode

constantly gets on the floor to look for clues underneath things too

everyone should pray that there aren't live actors jumping out or anything because he hears Person In Distress and it's actually on sight because he has a duty to protecc

riddle is hella mad about being constantly dragged onto the floor because OW???

azul and ruggie are constantly ransacking the room for items that may be useful

what was that? useful to the puzzle? absolutely not. they're looking for things that are useful to themselves; being useful to escaping is only a bonus

the severed prop arm ruggie found was probably of no use but he's carrying it anyway just because he can

riddle and azul are the (self-proclaimed) 'designated' logic problem solvers but they overthink it way too much

its actually jade and ruggie that do most of the problem solving bc they actually know how to work in group settings

but don't be fooled, jamil finds out first, but he never explicitly states it. he just nudges people in the right direction

being trapped in a room with the most insufferable people he's met? no thank you. he wants to gtfo as fast as he can w the least attention to himself

kalim and floyd just press and touch everything and somehow end up solving a puzzle together

silver ends up solving the puzzles pertaining to colour or order

riddle makes the most comments about how none of these things are historically accurate, but also ends up being the least helpful sjdhghjk

he keeps getting hooked on the wrong detail and that derails things

azul takes a dig at how riddle is focusing too much on a useless thing but ends up being equally derailed by the wrong detail

if given flashlights, kalim keeps fidgeting with it and is happy to be everyone's lamp

they could be in the middle of solving a puzzle and at the same time, someone will be revealing a childhood story and they all end up bonding

until someone decides its time for a Jokey-Joke and end up revealing some craaaazy trauma story and the whole group goes quiet for a little bit

(aka kalim did this unknowingly)

after getting out, the staff informed the group that they couldve freed themselves from the handcuffs by following the first clue

(they started from the second one because azul unknowingly swiped the first clue for ruggie go hoard ajdkkvkf)

also the staff thanked jamil for fixing the lights and a few mechanisms and gave the entire group a discount ojhfkkdlf

so sorry jamil, even more attention has been drawn to u

6/10 teamwork makes the dream work but they're only good at being friends not teams

third years

everyone and their mother knows this group does not make it out (alive)

when they're ushered into the room and told the premise, lilia, cater, and leona are already laughing and making fun of the scenario

as soon as the group is told to open their eyes, rook, malleus, and vil start commenting on the decor and atmosphere

idia just wants to win but he and trey both agree that their current group is doomed

(also no one knows what the scenario is bc they kept talking over it)

trying to get the keycard out of some locked box was their first puzzle

malleus is three seconds away to tearing the door off his hinges when rook gleefully proclaims he's found the key in one of the prop toilets

when everyone starts looking for clues, there's constant insults being flown around of how 'the drawer is out of bounds, stop trying to open it' or 'stop looking there, we're supposed to solve this puzzle first'

and yes they use their only clues on the first freaking puzzle bc no one knows what the hell is going on and then in later puzzles they keep blaming and arguing that SOMEONE used up all their clues on the first freaking puzzle

any sort of corpse or decaying statue will have at least two people pointing at it and claiming 'its you'

in fact, cater starts carrying the supposed possessed doll because it kinda looked like lilia

idia was laughing his ass off at this before mal got pissy at him & twisted off a mannequins hand and freaked out both idia and cater with a severed hand

rook ends up cuddling with the horror prop before lilia wanted a turn

at another point, he yanked off a bolted lock since it was getting in the way, and about half the group freaked out bc why??!? why did you do that?!?!

cater lap dances the statue, which then vil criticized by saying "put more back into it"

the weight shift caused the statue to light up

when finally being presented a clue that they had to crawl a tunnel to get to, everyone told lilia to get down, and ofc he just squatted and this LOUD crack came from his joints so trey felt bad enough to the point where he crawled in instead

then rook starting carrying the prop skeleton everywhere. it's his ventriloquist arc

the counter for the most 'IDIOT's being thrown around goes to this group

seven forbid there is an old computer that pertains to a puzzle because malleus would suggest to use magic to shock it into working every ten seconds

lilia and leona end up trying to guess the password while everyone else was looking for clues

idia would insult the computer like how is this fossil still up and running?

they were supposed to find the keyboard but idia Knows His Stuff and used the on-screen keyboard to push in the password

around half an hour in, malleus got bored and started speaking in his mother tongue

lilia started communicating in hisses and clicks, which the rest of them believed was a response to malleus (its not, but mal responded in the same fashion although no one, not even the speakers, knew what the other was saying)

in the other room, you will hear rook and cater singing a duet just to have something to do and every time a new song starts, a shoe will be thrown at the pair

i'd give them like a 2/10 because, honestly, they only solved like 2 puzzles, and that's only because of cater fooling around for one of them, and the other was because leona & idia were so freaking mad at being stuck in the first room that they solved it just to get a second room to themselves

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6mmad · 2 years

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is ur request open?? if it is, pls do demon brothers as ur internet boyfriend!! gn!reader, And pls ignore this if the request is closed!

they're ur internet boyfriend!! : demon brothers

yes my requests are open! :-) tysm for letting me write this prompt it's literally so good!! ty once again friend, i hope you like it <:

lucifer

Lucifer never imagined himself making friends online, much less dating someone on the internet but you truly have him wrapped around your finger

That being said, Lucifer craves your attention, he needs twice as much considering your distance, so expect several missed calls when you forget to give him his "goodnight <3 i love you" text

"Hello? MC, whatever the issue is there's no need to ignore me, after all we're adults who can talk out our issues-.... ..You fell asleep early? ....Oh."

"No, it was nothing, go back to sleep"

Lucifer's favorite mode of communication are phone calls, he'll never admit it but your voice has become his favorite sound in all three worlds

He especially likes phone calls before bed, sure you're far away but laying in bed with you on the speaker phone makes his bed feel a lot less empty if he's being honest.

He looks forward to the day that you two get to meet in person although it's so unlike him, he feels nervous at the thought as well

mammon

Mammon is surprised that he bagged such a wonderful person, especially online. I mean, you love and respect him and you're his #1 supporter. It was only logical for him to stake claim.

Of course that's half a lie, he didn't claim you as much as you claimed him, although he'd never admit that out loud.

Mammon is always the first to call and text at every time of the day. He wants to know what you're doing, where, and he wants pictures, lots of pictures.

Obviously he wants as many pictures of you possible. Any at all will make his heart leap out of his chest. Blurry photos, mirror photos, photos of you from far away, he loves them all and he'll set them as his wallpaper.

His favorite mode of communication is videocalls. He really wants to see your face!! What can he say, it's his right as your boyfriend. Expect to hear the screenshot sound several times over the hours.

"Baby, put the sweater on. Huh?! Why not?? ....What?! Im not gonna take a screenshot, literally name one time I've done that"

"..Okay but that was ONCE omg!!"

levi

Levi has always had online friends, that was nothing new, but to know that one of his online crushes was actually dating him now?? He has no idea how he managed that

It comes as no surprise that Levi loves to play video games with you, it's such an easy way to connect and yet he manages to get embarrassed at "physical contact" that is just... virtual

"MC.... Did you mean to put our minecraft.. beds.. together??"

"OMG were wearing the same skin!? Oh gosh, everyone is gonna know you're my Player 2... this is a lot to take in "

Levi's favorite mode of communication with you is through VR Chat. If you didn't have a VR set before, Levi will get you one asap. To him, it's the easiest way to get closer to you without the overwhelming insecurity of video calls ( since he can change his avatar )

He especially loves simulating mundane tasks with you on VR; cooking, having a snowball fight, or running around a flowery park, knowing you're the face behind the avatar next to his own makes his heart skip a beat every time.

satan

Satan figures that perhaps this is a modern day romance. His books detail tragic forbidden lovers whose love perseveres despite all, and well, it's not too different from you two right? There is a wall between you both, or rather a screen.

Knowing this, Satan does his best to keep things romantic for you despite the physical distance.

He loves to have flowers and pastries delivered to your house, hinting to you through text that there's "a special something" at your doorstep and he waits patiently over the phone to hear your reactions

For Satan, hearing your gasps of astonishment and your happy giggles makes the extra effort so worth it. He'd do anything to hear you laugh in excitement.

His favorite mode of communication with you is phone calls, his favorite calls being ones where you can both enjoy each other's silence together, occasionally cracking a joke or affectionately calling out for one another.

"MC?... No, I didn't want to ask you anything, I just wanted to hear you say yes back "

Sometimes he likes to read out loud, not particularly for you to listen to, but just to know that you're hearing him is reason enough

"Hm? You like my voice? In that case, I'll read as much as you want, love :)"

asmo

The moment Asmo saw your face on the internet, he knew he had to shoot his shot. Of course, you responded, who wouldn't? But he didn't think you'd literally end up being the love of his life.

Asmo is obsessed with you and he's not ashamed about it. Anyone and everyone has heard about his "lovely MC" and how precious you are.

Of course he wants everyone to know that you two are an item, what if someone falls for you too? So his solution is to post you on his social media everyday. His Devilgram story, tweeting on Critter, all of the above.

Naturally, he wants to be as close as possible so he starts to buy things in pairs. He has a pink shirt and now you do too! Devil MUA sent him their PR package and now you have one too! Knowing you're both matching makes him feel 10x more confident in his outfit and makeup choices since his lovely MC is looking just as good!

Asmo's favorite mode of communication is video calling with you. He wants to see your face as much as possible no matter what expression you're wearing, he'll commit them all to memory

His favorite video calls are ones were you've just barely woken up, hearing your groggy voice and seeing your grumpy tired face never fails to make him kick his feet and giggle. Even you're disgruntled face makes his heart flutter

"Good morning!!! Hehe, I woke you up didn't I? You're looking at me like... Hahaha! I can't say, you're too cute!!! Go back to sleep, darling. I just wanted to see you"

beel

Beel has never been too active on social media so he imagined this scenario would fit one of his brothers better, but after your late night talks and heart to hearts, he absolutely had to ask you out.

Beel is a doting boyfriend, he loves to hear anything and everything about you. What you did today, what you wore, anything at all.

Prepare to have him praise everything you do, even when you weren't anticipating a compliment... He just can't help the fact that you're so damn cute to him! None of your conversations are safe from his doting

"You did your laundry today? Good job, MC :-)"

"You're wearing pajamas? Oh. Well you still look really cute today :-)"

His favorite mode of communication with you is texting. He's a busy guy so he can't always respond but even then he loves to read your texts when he has time. Naturally, He responds to each and every one of them individually, even if you sent over 10.

He especially loves texting you during breakfast. Seeing your texts and messages always make his days start off bright and he always makes sure to send you a picture of whatever breakfast he's eating at the given moment.

"MC, I'm having eggs, bacon, and french toast today. You should try making some :-) then it'll be like we're both eating at the same table, don't you think?"

belphie

When his brothers found out that he was in a relationship they were awestruck. Even more so when they found out it was online! What have you been up to, Belphie?!

Belphie doesn't care though, he understood his own feeling well enough and confessed to you despite the fact that you were online. He wasn't about to let anyone else snatch you before he had the chance

In this relationship, you have to call and text first. And although Belphie denies it, you're the only person he actively responds to besides Beel. But not without complaints

Despite that fact he loves getting calls and texts from you, even when he acts like it's no big deal. You'll never have a missed call or text as long as he's around, even if you sometimes get some...questionable half-asleep responses

"MC? Hello?...Yes. Im sleeping. How am I responding? How about, how are you responding?.... Maybe..you're sleeping."

Belphie's favorite mode of communication is phone calls. He doesn't have to painstakingly get up to type and not to mention, he can leave you on speakerphone and listen to you all he wants.

He absolutely adores the phone calls in which you both fall asleep together on the phone. Hearing your voice slowly get sleepier and quieter makes him giggle, how can someone be so adorable when sleeping? You're the only one who'd he stay up for, even if it's just to hear you sleep peacefully.

He makes sure to sleep too, but only when he can hear your quiet breaths over the phone.

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itjazzbicch · 4 months

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Never Happened

Pairing: MKX Erron Black x Reader

First time writing for Erron so I hope I did well! (I'm obsessed with MKX Erron so here we are lol)

Summary: Faking their death, the reader had been in hiding for a long time, only returning to Outworld because of the war between Kotal and Mileena, her motives a mystery to an old friend who discovers her and they both agree that nothing ever happened...

Warnings: Swearing, some flirting, hinted that they used to have an intimate relationship

Word Count: 0.7k

There was inevitably going to be a wild turn of events given Mileena and Kotal were waging war over Outworlds' thrown and what exactly was that wild turn of events?

Me.

I had to stay hidden for one more night, in an untouched forest. Given the creatures that called this forest their home, it made for a good hideout if you had the survival skills that were necessary, which I did.

Everything was going according to plan. All that was left was to weather through the night, till a specific piece of my past came back for me.

Hearing some leaves crunch, I had high ground in a tree. In the darkness, I couldn't make out who it was, but I found it strange that they made it to exactly where I had been.

It was as if we were reading each other's minds, making our presences known as I pulled out my dagger, blocking a bullet, the gun that went off giving away their identity.

"Well shit," Erron huffed at me, finding my eyes in the moonlight under my hood, "It's a ghost."

"I figured you of all people could figure out I've been alive this whole time, cowboy." A long, long time ago, I faked my death in order flee Outworld. I had only returned because of this war Mileena and Kotal had caused, but I wasn't there to choose sides as Erron assumed:

"Mileena must be pullin' every card she's got, hu-"

"Who said that I was here to aid, Mileena?"

"What are you doing here then?"

Erron and I's past was complicated to say the least, but there was always this something between us. It'd been there since the day we met and with the look in his eyes, we could both feel that it was still there.

"So many questions," I huffed, not letting my motives out and teasing him, "Can't even say hi to an old first? Also, I'd appreciate an apology for trying to kill me just now."

"But I didn't," He chuckled, swirling his gun back into its holster, "And if I wanted to, I could've."

"Yeah, right," I laughed, recalling, "Remember the first time we met, and I kicked your ass?"

"As nice as it is to catch up and all," Stepping up to me, he was done playing games, direct and stern in his tone, "I'd like to know why someone who's supposed to be dead suddenly reappears when a war is breaking out."

"I'm not here for what you think I am, Erron," Staring deep into his eyes, I wasn't going to answer him; he didn't know my extensive past, thus why I was there, instead explaining to him, "I know that you're short on time and the story would be too long to tell. So, let's just pretend this didn't happen? Hm?"

"I don't think so," His fingertips were ready at his holster again; he must've been on edge, "I don't know what happened when you 'died' but I know this shit is way too coincidental."

"I see where you're coming from," Sighing deep, this was my one last effort to try and convince him before either fighting or retreating, my hand resting against his mask to pat his cheek, "But I swear to you, I am not your enemy."

The spot he had for me started to soften up, the emotion in my eyes showing I told no lies, longing to see his face, pinching his mask and whispering softly:

"It is nice to see you again, although it's not how I imagined."

"You owe me," Revealing his face, he hadn't changed a bit since the day I met him, smiling even though he was mean mugging me, his voice dying to a growl, "If anyone knows-"

"No one will, because this never happened, remember?"

Exchanging smirks, I had to giggle because it felt like old times again, hooking an arm around his neck for a soft hug, kissing his cheek and promising in my whisper:

"When the time's right, I'll tell you everything, but for now, this never happened."

"Alright," He mumbled, fixing his mask as I began to walk away, stopping at the slap I felt on my ass, quickly turning to look at him chucking, "What? Nothing happened."

Even I had to laugh, blowing a kiss before I disappeared into the night, "You haven't changed a bit, cowboy."

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asukiess · 7 months

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🐑ladywalker, there was only one bed, hurt/comfort

you get kinda sheep and dog because I couldn't summarize the snippet that was coming forth from the aether, and I couldn't get the snippet out of my head! <3

After a long string of battles where Ladybug's deteriorated focus causes one too many close calls, Cat Walker devises a plan to help her get more than an hour of sleep.

(fake fic ask game)

"If you wish, I'll ask the front desk for more pillows, or an extra duvet," he offers from the edge of the bed.

She curls further into the nest of duvets and down pillows piled on and around her, but she still can't help but shiver. The room once designated by the hotel's owner for Ladybug and Chat Noir has been empty for months now, and the pillows tucked neatly away in the closet have grown stuffy and cold.

"I don't think that's necessary," she says, unsure of how to fix this problem. At this rate, she doesn't think tonight will be any different. All it is, is a different bed.

And if she wasn't so exhausted, she'd kick herself for being such an unsolvable problem. All she has to show for the last disastrous few months are dark circles and someone else fretting over her.

And he'd done everything perfectly.

Why wasn't that enough?

"Do you want anything else?"

In the shade of the blankets, Ladybug bites her lip. It's always about what she wants and she doesn't even know the answer herself. She has an idea, but...

"Maybe you could," she starts, her voice so small it breaks, so she clears her throat to try again. "You could join me?"

The blush that blooms feels suffocating. The only noise she hears over the blood pulsing past her ears is the dull hum of the air conditioner, and she's nearly curled into the fetal position now, squeezing her eyes shut because that was so stupid, why would you ask--

"Okay."

She registers him lifting the covers, the dip in the mattress from his weight, and there's no chill from the outside as he slides next to her, just far enough away that it feels impersonal. Opening her eyes, she realizes that her knees are the wedge between them. Unfurling herself, slow enough that she hopes maybe--maybe this time he won't make her say it, can't he just get the hint?

But he doesn't move any closer.

Staring only at his chest, like it's the only solution she can find, she moves closer until her cheek presses against one of the golden paw emblems. She sucks in a breath; it's impossibly cold on her cheek.

Her hands find their way to tangle in the braided cord; his stay at his sides. Both actions and inactions do nothing to quell what's gnawing at her, and she hates how he makes her think so much sometimes. All she wants to do right now is focus on how his chest is rising and falling, how she wishes she could know if his heart beat like hers. Doesn't he wonder that too? Doesn't he--

"Do you want me to...to hold you?"

It's silly how fast tears spring to her eyes. Silently, she nods, and suddenly there's an arm under her head, and one snakes over her, envelopes her, with a hand cradling the back of her head. She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and her heart jumps at how he sighs into the crown of her head.

His armor is still too thick, separating in ways Chat's didn't, and there's embellishments that keep her locked out. There's a shared heat that's soothing, but it's more like kindling than a fire.

"Is this what you want?" he whispers.

She nods, burying her face in his chest, because all that's left for her is this bed.

#ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm sorry for getting carried away.#god ok I have like three ladywalker asks and I want to kiss everyone who indulged me on the cheek #TY KAYLA :* !!!!!!!!!!!#but it has made me more emotional about them than I can admit LMASNDSANDASD #also I did write. ladywalker one bed. last night. but. that's a secret.#and there was not a lot of comfort #ladywalker #asukies answered #ask game #miraculous ladybug

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Blackwater VII

Raiting: 14+

Warnings: Family. Errors like always

A/N: As a wiseman said: family drama. But next chapter is the chapter so… enjoy.

He had been to that house few times in recent years. Too busy, too many changes. On the occasions when he managed to be at home for longer time, were his parents who came to him and sometimes with them, even a couple of his relatives. His home was bigger, new, it was worthy of the title he had earned and he would have liked them to have two like his, but they refused. They still preferred the apartment in center that his mother had bought after their separation and that old house with colored walls and the wire fence as was the custom on the islands where his pops was born. Nothing had changed there, there was the same smell, same plants in the garden, the same barbecue that all his uncles had in their homes and that they had been using since before he was born. A couple of them, big men that he always remembered smiling, were gone by now, even his big brother... and Roman had no idea if those left still organized their family gatherings.

It was like going back in time, but he felt like an outsider and he didn't like it.

- You should spend more time at home. You haven't been here in a while – his mama said, placing a hand on his back and a glass of juice in front of him.

She still treated him like a kid and like a kid, he still heard a hint of disapproval in her voice even when wasn't there.

- I do everything possible - he justified himself instinctively, quickly, but in a heavy voice and she stroked his hand, giving him one of her most classic mama looks.

Those looks had taught him more than his father's scoldings and punishments. The fear of disappointing her had always been so strong in him that it spurred him to do anything and even though he pushed it a side, worrying about other things, every time he saw her that feeling came back.

- I know… that's how I raised you. And I guess that's why she's not here.

Mate.

And again, her eyes dug into his soul, but this time something really turned in him. It was strange to hear his mother talk about Y/N. It made her real beyond the bubble he'd hidden her in for all this time just for himself, threw her into what he'd been trying to control for years, put her as center of attentions he didn't want and he didn't liked it. He didn't like being there for that.

-They asked about me - he replied suddenly tense and his mother raised her eyebrows.

- You should have warned them, you could have told me at least.

She wasn't talking about this day, but to the meeting in general, Roman knew it. But his selfishness in deciding to keep Y/N as far away from everyone as possible wasn't a crack in his trust in her. She had taught him to be a man, to take responsibility and Y/N was the bigger. She was made for him, not them. That "visit" as the Wise Man had passed it off, shouldn't have even been like that.

- I would have told you - he reassured her, seeing her visibly worried about his mood, but a voice cut in unceremoniously.

- Us too?

Roman stayed seated in his bench, to avoid the usual greetings at least this time.

He hadn't seen his uncle Rikishi for longer than that house and he too hadn't changed at all since when he taked him with his sons at football games or retrieving them in the woods after a run beyond the curfew time. Because of his pack responsibilities, he'd spent more time with him growing up than with his pops, but it were those same responsibilities that had made things difficult between them now. In the past, like today, as if everything he'd done before had been erased by a single moment.

- Your cousin ran home skipping school when it happened to him.

Jey.

Roman remembered that day. They had all been so happy, they had even organized a party…

- She’s been here almost for two weeks, but no one has been able to welcome her into the family. Why?

They had seen them. The wise man had said that. Who had told him that Y/N had been there for two weeks?

Something about the way those words rang in his head made him snap. As if Y/N or Roman too, had something wrong… For a second the alpha rose completely to the surface, ignoring even his mama's hand, to face the man he once would have asked for advice. Standing in the middle of the garden he saw him square his shoulders, ready and proud like all the members of his family, until his eyes wandered away and the alpha returned to his place.

- He must have had his reasons – his uncle Afa said in a weak voice, dragging himself out to join them.

-A Tribal Chief knows his responsibilities and respects his family - his father followed him, urging Roman to approach him immediately - isn't that right, Roman?

Silently, he accepted the soft pat on the shoulder that returned his hug and gritted his teeth.

He was the Tribal Chief. And they talked to him about responsibility, as if he could forget.

***

Crickets had stopped trying to pop her head off. Wind pushing the smell of damp earth into the house. The ivory curtains didn't make her eyes flicker. Her blood wasn't pumping in her ears like was having a heart attack, everything had finally slowed down, everything was quiet again, even the twins downstairs. The whole house had returned to the solemn stillness that surrounded it, hidden there in the middle of the Blackwater reserve and with it Y/N's life.

More or less.

Mate is not here.

Roman had been missing for most of the day and that was a thought the suppressors couldn't erase from her she-wolf's head. And neither from Y/N. The sun was beginning to go down and there was no trace of him. Maybe he was just having a busy day, but there was something about her that just couldn't relax and after seeing that scar on Roman’s arm, she knew it wasn't just a feeling.

He was tense, annoyed, uncomfortable. Y/N could feel what he was feeling, it was their bond and as much as Y/N had tried to deny it, was now evident that it existed and had existed even before that day. Finding this astounded her, but it was quickly losing charm and changing back into something negative. Using suppressants to calm her hormonal swings wasn't in the plan, she didn't want to completely lose control and their medical ability to only partially work wasn't as good sign as hearing Roman's moodiness from there.

Her inner-omega needed him, to have him near and know he was okay. It was her priority. And it would have made Y/N feel good too.

- Hey, you disappeared for a while, I thought you ran out the window! - Naomi's voice surprised her enough to bring her back to where she was, making her smile.

-I would have greeted you – she joked, but Nao didn't laugh, instead pointing at the small box that she had just placed among her belongings.

She understood her reaction, it was absolutely right. Of all the nonsense said about omegas, this one was sadly true and while Naomi never commented and she wasn't going into heat – or so she hoped – seeing her holding suppressants would have alarmed anyone. Omegas stuff were a little… a lot, heavier than what she took as beta. Maybe under Florida law they should even be declared, reported, she had no idea.

- I just had a little migraine, it's not that. Its just a try, don't worry - she said, but Naomi was already slapping the air in mid-sentence.

- Suppressants for a migraine? Are you kidding me?! Ya think im some stupid chick Y/N! Not me!

- I'm not doing it, I really had a migraine. Nao… it's the first pill, I hope I don't need it anymore, don't worry. Im in control – she promised, physically stopping her.

The hormonal swings were more frequent with each passing day and with what Roman was going through right now, this particular day was getting heavy, but she had nothing to worry about. She wouldn't have exploded in a few hours, she wouldn't have gone crazy and above all not jumped on anyone.

Naomi took a heavy breath, shaking her head before answering.

- Y/N I'm not worried about me and Jimmy downstairs. But those have to go. I understand you don't want to throw them out because it's hard to get used to your new… life, but you can't keep them there. You have to make them disappear, if he finds them… - what? - make them disappear, okay? Do it. – she insisted sand although her warning didn't seem so serious to her, Y/N nodded anyway, closing the bedroom door to go back downstairs.

- I’ll do it. Now let's go.

- Damn girl, you're tough – she complained, shaking her head and Y/N let out a grimace.

- Thank you.

- Seriously! it's a lot of stuff together.

- It no longer sounds like the compliment I want to believe it is.

-Believe more - she wanted to laugh, but the laughter remained only an expression when they both reached the living room again, where the twins were waiting for them.

They had been with her since that morning and before she holed up upstairs to calm down, they were deciding what to do with the rest of their noon. Judging by the ping-pong rackets that must have been the plan, but Y/N was now looking only at the phone Jimmy was holding and the expressions he and Jey were exchanging before they arrived.

- Hey girl, what’s up? – Jey asked, looking her up and down as if he had expected who knows what.

- Just a migraine – she said and Naomi backed her up without thinking twice, literally and physically passing by – probably fault of chicken nugget performance

The discussion that started from that comment was one that in the last period would have lightened her mood to push her forward another day, but not this time. Too many questions were starting to pile up in her head and she didn't like feeling disoriented, she didn't like the feeling in her chest coming from Ro or the way Jey had pushed that phone out of the way.

***

The rest of the evening was spent in fierce matches, with a quick break for dinner that she almost skipped entirely. They had whiled away time with a few movies, but both Naomi and Jimmy had finally collapsed and Y/N had spent the night awake, watching the garden soaked in water by a sudden storm, while Jey, unshakable but finally able to maintain a more or less still position, tried to teach her their family tree. She had fallen asleep between an uncle and a cousin, curled up in an armchair, sinking into a not at all pleasant sleep.

She had dreamed of being on the phone inside the kitchen, but no one was answering on the other side. She probably thought too much, maybe it was Heyman who called the twins that afternoon, Y/N didn't know and no one had said anything. But for the first time in two weeks, Roman wasn't there when she fell asleep and when she re-opened her eyes to a thunder there was no one in the house.

She must not have slept much, it was still dark outside, but it was strange that they had left without saying anything. It was strange that they had left after watching her all day, because as much as she enjoyed spending time with them, she knew that was what they usually did.

She was alone, now that she thought something had happened to Ro-

A noise rumbled in her ears suddenly, loudly, making her jump and she instinctively clutched the hoodie she was wearing, looking at the garden. She wasn't a little girl afraid of being alone and she wasn't afraid of a thunderstorm. The problem was that there was no longer any storm outside and the garden hadn't lit up. And now that she thought about it, she didn't even have a hoodie on when she fell asleep.

That one was Ro’s hoodie.

Mate.

- Roman? – she called instinctively, turning to look at the living room, lit only by a few lamps.

However, there was no one there and Y/N left her seat, moving barefoot to the kitchen, where there was only an open bottle of wine and a few empty beers left on the counter. In silence, she then went upstairs, certain to find him in their – their?! – room, but when she reached the doorstep there was no sign of him. He wasn't changing, he wasn't showering, everything was as she had left it and a strange sense of emptiness washed over her.

He's gone? Mate. Mate.

Her throat tightened, almost closed and was as if someone had kicked her in her lungs. Her pulse quickened and her toes curled on the hardwood floor, seeking relief as if on a sheet of ice. That anxiety could become the beginning of a panic attack that she didn't want.

She was an omega, but that was not her. She just had to calm down and think. The noises she heard were inside her head, they came from him, it was the bond they had as mates and being guided by that, Y/N went downstairs again, crossing the whole house. On the less exposed side of the building, there was another hallway and the gym. Y/N had only gone there once during the first few days. It was a huge room, lower than the rest of the house, with raw white walls and large industrial ducts for purifying the air, that emerged directly beyond the windows that overlooked the river.

Mate!

As she slipped through the door, Roman's smell hit her suddenly and so did the metallic clatter of barbell, the same ones Y/N had heard falling as she slept. She walked over to him silently, sure he would turn at any moment, but he just stood there, growling for the physical effort and who knows what else.

No good.

His hair was out of place, tank stuck to his skin, and the veins on his hands and neck looked like they were about to pop out. Stubbornly, he lifted the barbell over his head and then dropped it with a heavy, angry thud, bouncing it like a ball on the floor. It was a sight that even someone like her couldn't ignore, especially with the all those hormonal swings, but it just wasn't the time for that.

Why was he trying so hard? She had never seen him like this, what had happened? This one was not a workout but just a stupid behavior, he had to stop, he had to-

- You're going blow my head off – he growled, letting go of the barbell to breathe heavily, hands on his hips and chest raising.

The bond. He felt it.

- Where have you been all day? – she asked, watching him fetch something to drink.

-I had something to do – he answered after a little too much for her liking, pouring the rest of the water on his head to remove some of the sweat.

- What?

Roman let out a grin, but there was something wrong with that too. It wasn't like the ones he usually addressed to her, it was sarcastic, more like a grimace and he was avoiding looking at her.

He's angry.

- Now you want a report?

Did she want it? She had kept him at distance since they met, she had been tenacious in keeping up the walls that protected her, defending her certainties. And she still wanted to believe that she hadn't given up her freedom, her rights to anyone, but past the first moment, Roman had proved her mindset wrong. Maybe it wasn't what she wanted for herself, but it was what she needed. He had taken care of her. In questionable ways sure, but he had made it, giving her everything when she had nothing and that sudden coldness now disoriented her. It disoriented her to have felt that way all day, far away, not knowing what was really happening to him and discovering that he was still in that state even now at home.

- You left me here – she reminded him, moving the subject where she would never have thought of ending.

Another grimace, bad mood increasing. The air around him was heavy, Y/N had the impression of being stuck in a swamp and him miles away. His pulse rumbling inside her ears, his alpha beneath the surface, ready to come out, muscles tense. It was a miracle how he hadn't already exploded, probably the physical efforts were serving that, but it wasn't good anyway.

She didn't like it.

- You had company. You must have had fun with the boys – he joked in a heavy voice, throwing away the bottle and lifting the barbell again – you like being with them, don't you? They make you laugh, they take good care of you. You bond with them.

She didn't like the direction that story was taking. She didn't like it at all.

- You've had a day to yourself. I gave you another gift. You had time for your freedom.

Enough.

- No problems, nobody sneaking up on you. The best of the best.

- That’s enough.

The thud of the barbell hitting the ground made her jump, but didn't make such a difference at that point. She was already on the defensive, fists clenched and eyes fixed on him who had finally decided to look at her.

- First you keep me locked up here for two weeks and now your talking like-

- I talk to you how I want, I make the rules and you're not locked up. You know how to get away! Go, get out, go home!

***

He had seen it. He had heard it. Deep in his stomach, inside his lungs, in his head and bones. Something had broken and he didn't know if it was something about him or Y/N. He wasn't sure he knew anything at that point, not after the day he'd had, not after what he'd been through, again.

He had to snap, he had to, he had to try. Even if he didn't want to go on, for the thousands of reasons that now weighed on his shoulders and forced him to make choices that no one else seemed to really understand. He repeated them inside his head, he repeated them to convince himself, because it was all he had and all he would have left.

And as expected he saw her tiptoe around, the hoodie he had covered her with still on.

She was leaving. Of course, out of his life… they all took from him, continuously, without limits, without breaks. Even her, for whom he had tried to do impossible, for which he had been on verge of breaking the pack’s laws and the balance that had supported them for generations. He had spent the day in a corner, he who should have been the focus, judged and giving explanations. Defending himself, defending her and in return he saw her turn away from him like this.

And anger began to build up inside him again, pulling him deeper and deeper, crushing him more and more. This time without being able or wanting to stop it. Because that wasn't how it was supposed to go, that wasn't how it was supposed to end, but every time he found himself back against the wall.

- What's going on in that head of yours? - He heard Y/N ask, standing between the door and him, her expression serious, while she studied him under the cold lights of the gym.

Mate…

What he had… he knew that trick. He knew what was going to happen and he wasn't going to do it with her. No, not with her. Not when he was willing to do anything for her.

- Ma head? – he said between clenched teeth - you've been a though girl since day one, no marks, no respect, you keep me at distance, but when I do it, you dont like it? Do you think im one of those stupid ones out there?! That I will keep to make everything go well for you? I stopped going easy on you! - each word getting heavier, blood pumping, head full of questions he'd tried to ignore.

- Easy on me?! When did you go easy on me Roman? You're growling at me.

- You're lucky that's all I do.

- Or what? Im not one of your cousin – what the fuck she had said?!

He glared at her, but as always she didn't budge, she never flinched and he had long run out of patience to take another rebellion. Not after almost breaking his family to defend her, to justify the bond they had and for which he had been ready for anything.

Fuck he had done it for her, for them!

-You have no idea what I'm capable of - he warned her menacingly, letting his wolf out completely for a growl, hands rising close to her face clutching air.

Why did she always have to challenge him? Why did she have to make things difficult? Why did she have to be like that with him too? Why her?!

The push she gave him against his chest was completely unexpected and Roman staggered in disbelief. He lowered and raised his wide-eyed gaze, Y/N still not moving and even nodding.

- Show me big dog.

And he lost control, totally. Reaching her in a few steps to receive another push and go back. He moved his head, dismissing the annoyance with a growl, muscles tense and an unbearable ringing in his ears. His wolf was in full control, the rest of the thoughts out of his head, he didn't know what he was doing, what he wanted, what he needed but anger had poisoned him. He tried again and again Y/N shoved him back, one push, another and one more. It was a struggle and more the pace increased, more Roman tried to grab her and her to push him away, more his growls became louder and the frustration heavy. After a while the whole gym was turned upside down and so was he. He literally kicked off a bench and Y/N almost wedged him against a bar on the wall, the impact caused him to cry in anger and Y/N froze for a second too long to look at him. Roman caught her wrist quick, pulling her against him and immediately feeling her wriggle free.

The mere touch of her seemed to send a rush through his body and fighting head down against her hands, Roman dragged her to the table at the side of the gym. He lifted her up there, screaming his frustration, his head resting against her stomach, his breathing ragged. But unexpectedly Y/N stopped pushing him away.

Mate. Home.

After a moment she covered his ears, her fingers sliding through Roman’s hair to caress him. The whistling inside his head disappeared, replaced by the sound of her breathing, so close, so familiar… he closed his eyes, abandoning himself to that sensation, to the contact with her the anger started to slip away, air becoming less heavy, the room a room again and not a corner from which he had to escape. His mind was no longer blank, confused by the pressure and everything out there attacking and judging and expecting something in return. Y/N was holding him, she was there, close to him and his wolf curled up against her with relief and Roman with him, when he felt her forehead rest on him.

Where is her?

Home.

- I've been feeling what was in your head all day… and it's not good. I don't know what triggered you, I don't know what happened, but you can't fight against everything alone and you should not fight against me - he heard her whisper softly, like a secret, even though they were alone and the house empty - unless you don't say some other nonsense, in that case I'll get a fur coat with you.

He felt her smile without seeing her, trying to improve the vibe and his arms tightened around her hips, holding her close to him even though she didn't seem to want to get away.

There was so much on his shoulders, so much on his hands and inside his head after all these years, that Roman really didn't know how to get out of it. And did he really want to get rid of it? That was all they had pushed him for, the path he had to go and the only one he knew. He wanted that role, he wanted to be what others said he was, he wanted to be more, to prove more than anyone expected and draw a limit that no one would ever reach, for himself and his family. But further he went, more it didn't seem enough, the harder it got, more he saw the rest fall behind, rumors pile up, people looking at him when they thought he didn't notice. Eat or be eaten, contrary to what people said, that's how things worked in their world, there were centuries of evolution, laws to prove it and Roman had adapted. He had become the law. He knew he had to fight and he was willing to do it to stay in that role, but Y/N was his chance to have peace somewhere, she had to be his exception.

- You – he murmured and Y/N raised her head, looking at him confused -… I wanted to keep you away.

- From what?

From what? From the border that she had come so far to cross? From another bus, ship or who knows what? From the judgments they would have given her? From the rules that even he had to bend to? From his family? From the twins? From being happy without him? From leaving him behind and breaking the bond?

- Everything - he admitted in a heavy voice, breathing in her familiar scent, sinking his fingers into her soft caramel skin.

- You too? ‘cause you're not believable if you squeeze me so much – she noticed, looking at him with a small smile, but only served to make him squeezing more.

Mate. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

He knew he'd talked too much and wished he could say that after hearing all those stories at his father's house he hadn't questioned himself. But that was not how it had gone and when she had tested him, the doubts, the days spent trying in vain to approach her, her aversion and stubbornness had hit him in full, adding to everything else. It had been too much and he had snapped. But Y/N had throw all against him, pushing him even further over the edge, doing for him what Roman needed. And it was surreal… because no one had helped him like this for years, no one had ever seen inside him up to that point and she had done it. She had been his safe point, his centerpiece.

Mate.

- Roman… - he heard her call and moved his head.

- Aint gonna do it.

- What?

- Let go - he said seriously, pulling himself up to look her straight in the face and after an eternity, Y/N tightened her fingers on his tank, pulling closer in a silent invitation that she didn't have to repeat twice.

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filthyfluffyfantasies · 7 months

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: dirty talk, use of petnames ( sweetheart, princess, etc ), unprotected p/v sex, -wrap it before you tap it, darlings, swearing, mention of oral sex, body fluids, creampie -because Harrington has a weak pullout game, kissing/saliva and just a pinch of biting/marking. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt two - lovemaking

character | fandom - steve harrington | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, roommate & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.2k

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . a storm. your roommate Steve decides to take your mind off of said storm. just a lil soft and oh-so sweet tender lovemaking, ftw✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

❝ Its just a storm, woman.❞ Robin’s laugh on the other end of the line has you pouting. Holding a red telephone away from you as you flip it off.

As the lights flicker throughout the apartment, you shriek. . ❝ That was my freaking ear, good Lord. Relax.❞ Robin's coaxing doesn't do a thing to soothe your frazzled nerves though.

There's only one person who can but he's working late tonight and if I were to tell him storms freak me out -or anything I may or may not be keeping from him lately, pretty sure it's only going to mess up everything. - the thought is frustrating for you because lately, telling him everything is all you seem to want to do. The urge to do so has gotten so bad that you're trying as hard as you can to keep a healthy distance from Steve.

This storm just might have the potential to undo all of your efforts, especially if it worsens - and God forbid there's a blackout, you pause and glare up at the overhead lights in the kitchen as they choose that exact second to flicker even more. The loud clap of thunder and the way strong wind gusts send a branch right into the fire escape outside, a violent crash both ways is met with another scream from you.

❝ Steve should be there in another hour. With Keith in the store, it takes at least thirty minutes for Steve to close. But then your big, strong, manly man will be home.❞ Robin’s taunting you, snorting in laughter through loud static on the line, as she throws in, ❝ Y'know…you could do something. He's always been a sucker for the damsel in distress thing. He needs someone to do something. He's been real down lately.❞ she pauses.

You sigh, shaking your head despite your best friends inability to see you. You know what she's saying is true. What she doesn't seem to understand is that you've tried. Too many times to count. But the words always get hung in your throat or it's not a good time, it's not the right time, he's heading out the door on another of his dating attempts. It's frustrating for you, but you have tried. In the only ways you know how. If only subtle worked.. - you think to yourself, pacing the living room of the apartment you share with Steve as the storm picks up even more outside, the lights inside the apartment flicker even more.

❝ Gee, I wonder why that is..❞ she hints again.

But as usual, you don't pick up on the not-so subtle hint and you muse aloud, ❝ I don't know. Maybe his date with that girl he talked about didn’t go the way he wanted it to? He's definitely seemed moodier lately..❞ as you pout a little.

You’re selfishly glad it didn't work out but you're also sad for him. You love him and you hate to see him hurt or upset. And Heidi had been all wrong for him from the word go, your own personal opinion.

❝ Or…hear me out, woman..❞ Robin counters, a pause to rub the bridge of her nose as she thinks of the best way to clue you in, hoping that maybe this time you'll believe her, ❝ Maybe it's because he thinks that you, the girl he really wants, isn't interested. Maybe that's the reason?❞

You laugh. ❝ Right. And I'm actually Madonna, I swear on the Bible. He doesn't see me like that, Robbie. If he did, it'd be painfully obvious by now how I feel about him.❞

Robin grumbles, it's something about how impossibly stubborn you happen to be and in the midst of all that, the power goes out. The bad storm outside is downright nasty now, winds howling as the thunder rolls, constant.

You don't even get the luxury of a dial tone when the power goes, you're left holding the landline in your hand as you jump at every single little noise.

❝ God I hope he's safe coming in. The sooner, the better.❞ you mumble to yourself as you flop back against the couch dramatically.

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It felt as if Keith wasn't ever going to shut the fuck up. And then, because of course that's how it'd go, Steve thinks to himself as he rushes through closing procedure so he's not out in the worst of the storm that's rolled into town -and so he can rush home to you, where he'd rather be to begin with, Robin rushes in, whatever she's got to tell him is apparently life or death and no, it absolutely can't wait until their next shared shift.

❝ Steve!❞ Robin throws up her hands, exasperated because she can tell he isn’t listening to her, ❝ Were you listening to me at all?❞

❝ Yeah?❞ he replies, sheepishly. ❝ Okay, alright. Sorry! Look, can't you just try to tell me I'm wrong and I'm an idiot tomorrow? When there's not a goddamn storm outside?❞

He makes a step to the door but Robin blocks him and she's ranting, going on and on about how the two of you are the most stubborn individuals she's ever had the pleasure of knowing.

❝ Just say it, Robin.❞ Steve murmurs, gazing at his best friend, throughly confused.

❝ She’s in love with you, idiot! ❞ Robin blurts it out as she thrusts a piece of paper that you'd doodled on earlier in the week when you came in to hang out with her on his day off at him and nods to it, ❝ If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t constantly doodle her first name and your last all over everything! Girls..we don't uh..we don't do that unless we're head over heels, idiot! She does it all the time! And she's always waiting up when you’re out with the guys or some random girl. She constantly talks about you.. I'm telling you, she really loves you, shes just…scared.❞

Steve stares at the sheet of paper with the Family Video letterhead on top of it, dazed.

❝ She’s at your apartment and when I talked to her a few minutes ago, this storm had her freaking out. Do something, idiot. She won't because she's scared it's going to make things awkward.❞

❝ Wait…what do you mean, freaking out?❞ he's concerned as soon as Robin hints that there's something wrong, that you're even a little scared right now.

Robin shakes her head and laughs. ❝ Storms, Steve. She’s scared to death of storms. Kind of happens when you've lived through a hurricane and at least 10 tornaodes.❞

Steve gapes at this. One of his hands raises, fingers tug at shaggy brown strands as he inhales deep and then exhales slowly. Like he's just gotten the breath knocked right out of him. And in a way, he has.

❝ She’s there.. Waiting for me..❞ Steve questions. Robin nods, ❝ All alone in this storm. Scared.❞ she places heavy emphasis on the fact that you're alone and scared because she knows you both entirely too well at this point. He needs to feel strong. Protective. Whenever he gets all strong and protective, it melts you completely.

Steve blows out a ragged breath. A hand rested against the back of his head as he stares down at the doodled piece of paper.

Your first name and his last.

It fits together so perfectly. Everything falls into place and he looks at Robin. ❝ You.. You’re not kidding.❞

❝ No, dingus! Just go! I'll take over tonight. Just go! Do something or I swear to God..❞ Robin laughs as Steve pockets his keys and grabs his jacket in a rush, nearly walking straight into the closed door of Family Video in his hurry to get to you.

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The power is out and the storm is getting so much worse. You’re pacing the living room, pausing every few seconds to stare out the big window that leads to the fire escape as you hug yourself.

❝ God, I just hope he's okay and he doesn't let Billy or Tommy or Eddie con him into going out in this crap after his shift.❞ you mumble to yourself, shrieking as the lightning strikes the tree across the street.

You're so caught up in the storm and freaking out about it that you don't hear the door when Steve unlocks it from the outside. Or the way he pauses to call out your name because the rumbling thunder drowns out his voice.

But he hears you just as you've shrieked at how close the lightning is getting.

Strong arms circle your waist from behind and you jump, shrieking again with a dirty look as Steve turns you around and shines the old red flashlight beneath his chin, just barely illuminating the lower portion of his face. He chuckles and as the husky sound fades, you pout up at him.

❝ Are you okay?❞ - he's quieter when he asks, honey eyes so tender as they fix on you in concern. He’s chuckling too but only a little.

He doesn't like the thought of anything scaring you.

❝ Y-yeah.It's dumb.❞ you laugh, the sound quiet, a sheepish shrug as your head tilts just the slightest to look up at him. ❝ You'd think after I lived through a hurricane on the coast and at least ten tornadoes, this.❞ you gesture to the raging storm outside the big window, ❝ Wouldn’t bother me at all.❞

❝Hey, hey.❞ he coaxes as he pulls you against him, ❝ You’re okay. Its okay.❞ and the way his hand skims over your back sends a shiver racing through you. You pull away a little to look up at him and nod. Through shaky breaths, you mumble ❝ I..I know.❞ -the sound is muffled because a louder clap of thunder sends your head into his chest as you seek comfort.

His fingers drag through your hair and for a minute or two, he stands in the darkness, holding you close. He's not saying a word and neither are you at first but then the silence is too much, it's too thick and you just can't take any more. You pull away a little and he frowns to himself because he misses the soft warmth of you pressing against him.

❝ I'm..❞ you pause. Take a deep breath or two and stare up at the way the moonlight and lightning highlight a strong and stubble-lined jaw.

❝ You’re what?❞ Steve questions, fingers tuck beneath your chin to get you looking up at him again. ❝ C'mon. I can’t help if I don’t know whats wrong.❞

❝ I..I'm glad you’re here right now and...❞ you're stumbling over your words and trying to make your usual internal filter work but it's just about gone, you manage a quieter ❝ Nevermind..its probably dumb t' say.❞

He tilts your chin upward again because you're looking down, a steady gaze fixed on his chest. You can't help it, the more you look at him, the harder it is not to completely bare your soul. ❝ No, just say it.❞ he coaxes. When you try, the words that have been threatening to burst out, those three big ones, they're lodged in your throat and it's frustrating for you, so very frustrating.

❝ You are, huh?❞ he chuckles to himself after a few seconds of the thick silence, the sound dying out quietly as he stares down at you. What you said, that you're glad he's with you, that starts to sink in. And he’s on autopilot.

❝ Yeah. I was worried you'd be stuck driving in the worst of it. Or you'd let one of the guys talk you into drinks again tonight. ❞ you mumble quietly as you take a deep breath. ❝ I always worry about you when you're out...❞

His heart is so goddamn full when you say it that he thinks it just might explode. ❝ You were, huh?❞ he questions as he makes you look up at him all over again, ❝ I wanted to come home. To make sure you were okay.❞ he admits, going quiet for a few seconds.

You're the one stunned silent, you blink at him in surprise as you try to process what he's just saying. He wanted to come back. To the apartment. To make sure you were alright.

You try to give him just a little space as you tell yourself he obviously meant it in a friendly way, not the way you wish, the way a concerned lover would mean what he's just said. You pulling away has him frowning to himself in the semi darkness.

❝ Where are you going,hm?❞ his voice husky, full of affection that he can't just keep holding back. He pulls you close all over again and he can feel the fast thudthudthud thud as your heart hammers against your chest. He can feel the way you're shaking just barely.

Robin is right he thinks to himself one of us needs to say something. Do something. And I can't fight anymore.

You breathe in the scent of his cologne, the faint trace of cigarette smoke and buttery popcorn that clings to the scratchy green Family Video vest he's yet to take off. And you’re trying so hard not to invade his space any more than he allows but he pulls you even closer and before you can stop yourself, you're melting into him. Strong arms wrap around you tighter.

❝ Nowhere, I..I just thought..❞ your words are cut off by his mouth as it crashes against your mouth, clumsy. Sweet. You can taste the cigarette and soda on his breath and it takes a second but you realize what's happening and melt into him even more, your hand raised and raking through damp brown hair as your mouth falls open, willing.

Steve bends down slightly, hands on your ass as he pulls you up his body. The kiss deepens, you're breathing for each other now and one of your hands settles soft against his stubbled cheek. He nuzzles against your palm as he steps over to the sofa and sinks down, arranging you in his lap.

His hands are all over you, his nose brushes against your neck as he nuzzles some fallen hair out of his way. Your breath catches in your throat as rough lips dance hot against your pulse, latching against soft skin here and there.

You're shifted forward in his lap as he makes a clumsy attempt to adjust himself and pull you closer at the same time. When you whine out softly against his neck as your lips stray from his, he pauses, staring up at the way you're perched on his lap. The moonlight highlights your delicate features and he’s mesmerized by you, a hand leaves its resting place on your ass to settle against the column of your neck. Before he can stop himself, he's leaning in, his mouth crashing against yours, devouring as a groan leaves his lips to hang in the air, followed by a whine from you as you squirm around in his lap, desperate for the friction you were getting a few minutes ago.

You're the one who deepens the kiss, your small, soft hand rested up against his neck to pull him in. His hand leaves your hip to card through and pull lightly at your thick hair as he deepens the kiss even more.

His other hand slips between your joined bodies as you pull apart to breathe, staring at one another wide-eyed and in awe. It settles beneath the hem of the shirt you've sneaked out of his laundry to sleep in most nights lately.

❝ Steve?❞ - you breathe his name out against his mouth as another loud pop explodes outside and sends you straight for the safety that only he has ever seemed to offer you. Your face is buried in his neck for a few seconds and he attempts to adjust himself, thick digits dig in against your thigh and lower back when you squirm a little, his cock pulsing, pushed against the zip of his favorite jeans. ❝ Yeah?❞ - his breath tickles your neck, the sound of his voice thicker, desire dripping from the word.

He tilts your chin, gets you looking up at him. He's barely hanging on, his restraint is a thin thread that frays just a little more every time you rub yourself against him or your lips graze his neck just right. ❝ What’s up, princess?❞

❝ I-I..❞ the words hang in your throat just shy of saying them. It's frustrating because all you want to do is tell him how much you love him.

❝ You what, hm? C'mon, you can tell me.. I-I mean it. You can tell me anything, okay?❞ he mutters, dipping his mouth, placing soft little pecks against your face and neck as the hand on your thigh slips under the shirt you're wearing, tenderly caressing, the touch of his hand making you whimper and rock yourself against him. He bucks himself up into you, a hand raised to brush some hair out of your eyes.

❝ I love you.❞ it finally slips out and as it does, so does the rest that you've held back for weeks now. ❝ I love you.❞ he mutters, his lips dance down your throbbing pulse as he murmurs quietly, ❝ I love you too, princess..❞ his lips latch against your skin, ❝ so, so much.❞ looking up to lock eyes with you before giving a glance to the marks he's left against your skin.

His hand creeps higher, when he starts to rub you through your panties, he growls quietly when his hand comes away wet, bucking himself up into you. ❝Want you so bad, princess.❞ he mutters, dazed as he stands, you wrapped around him, breathless. Muttering his name like he's your God and you're worshipping him. ❝ Lets see if we can take your mind off the storm, baby.. do you want me to help you do that?❞

You nod, back up against the cool wooden door, the knob poking at your side and your legs around his waist. His hands -and mouth, are all over you as he ruts himself into you, the battle with his restraint lost.

❝ Please?❞ you gasp out as you rub against him clumsily. He's marked up your neck and no doubt, come the morning, there will be a few handprints left behind against your skin because he's holding onto you and squeezing you like your lives depend on it.

The storm is forgotten, you're tossed gently onto his bed as he follows you down, his body engulfing yours, holding your legs apart by the way he settles between them. The Family Video vest finds its way to the floor and everything is happening fast and yet, not fast enough. He’s tugging down pretty pink cotton and as your panties settle on his bedroom floor, he leans down into you closer, a hand between your thighs, ❝ I did this..❞ he murmurs against your ear as soon as he feels the way you're already dripping for him. He's dazed, he hasn't really done anything to you yet and there's already a little wet spot forming below you on his bed. And you're so responsive, every touch or kiss, every time he squeezes and rubs your warm, wet sex you're whining, you arch yourself towards him like he's not as close as he can get already.

❝ You’re wearing too much.❞ you whine out against the shell of his ear in frustration as your legs circle his waist and you keep trying to rub against him to chase the friction you've gotten so desperate for. Your hand finds the bottom of the snug fit brown and cream striped polo he wore to work and you're trying to tug it upward. Steve chuckles quietly as he raises up, pulling off his shirt.

The polo settles on the floor of his bedroom beside your discarded panties and he settles himself back down against you, his lower body keeping your legs open wide as his mouth strays from your mouth and his lips latch against your pulse, suction forming a bruise you can feel as he sucks your neck, marking you.

❝ — ah fuck.❞ he growls quietly as he ruts himself against you, chasing his own friction. ❝ W-wanna taste you, princess.❞ his breath is warm against your skin, soft pecks fall from rough lips, settling on your soft and warm skin. His hands linger at the bottom of the soft golden colored sweater you stole from him to wear. You bite your lip as you stare up at him, begging. His name falls out of your mouth like a prayer, urgent; needy.

He chuckles to himself, pulling you up as he works the oversized sweatshirt over your head, letting it fall from his fingertips and settle on his bedroom floor with the other clothes.

You go for the button on his jeans and there's this cute little shy smile you give as the two of you lock eyes while you're doing it that drives him wild.As you unzip his jeans, he gasps because your hand grazes against the way his cock is straining against soft navy cotton, begging to be freed. His head falls back for a second or two, honey eyes flutter closed as you just barely drag your finger over the thick outline.

That's how you find yourself pushed back against the bed seconds later as soon as he's kicked jeans and boxers free from his ankles.

You swallow hard, eyes roam his body slow. Desire making your pupils big enough they blot out the usual color of your irises. It's the first time anyone has ever looked at him with more than temporary lust in their gaze. He’s pushed you against his bed now, you were so caught up in staring at the man you love that you never saw it coming when it happened.

One hand pins your wrists above your head as his other hand squeezes your curvy little body and he takes in the way it feels to cage you in beneath him, skin against skin and the cookie sweet scent of your cheap perfume filling his lungs as he nuzzles into your neck and breathes it in deep.

He rocks himself against you, the thick length of him dragging right between your folds and when you shiver and whine, he raises up, hand leaving your hip to caress your cheek as he stares down at you, in awe. ❝ So pretty, baby.❞ he mutters as he settles down into you all over again, the tip of his length teasing you, making that white hot ache that's built up inside of you boil over.

❝ You’re the pretty one.❞ you mumble softly as your lips latch against his hot skin. Your soft,full lips against the top of his chest -right over the way his heart is about to beat right out of his chest, it feels so good that he gasps quietly.

He releases his hold on your wrists because he'd rather be holding your hand. His fingers lace with yours and he takes a little nip at your bottom lip when he goes in for another kiss, a string of saliva keeping your mouths connected after you break apart to breathe.

❝ Don't let me hurt you, princess.❞ he mutters soft against your ear as he settles himself down into you fully, his thick length pushing into you, drawing a gasp out as you feel the burn of being stretched out.

He feels you tense up slightly and he stops right away, making you whine in need as you pout up at him. ❝ I don’t wanna hurt you.❞ he murmurs as he presses hot and gentle kisses and bites against your bare skin, leaving his mark behind as many times as he can because he wants everyone to know you’re taken, you’re his girl now, absolutely no doubt.

❝ Please? I-I..I need you now, Steve.❞ you beg as you try to rock yourself up into him as the burning subsides and its replaced by all the dopamine you’re currently flooded with being thisclose to the man you love, the feel of his body engulfing yours. Steve starts to fuck into you and its slow, its gentle and so deep that every inch of him is felt as he buries inside you.

You raise a hand, letting it catch against his cheek and he laughs softly, nuzzled against your palm. His forehead settles against yours.

The way you clamp around him so tight has him groaning your name with each lazy little thrust. He tries to speed up a little but he can feel himself getting closer so he comes to a slow stop, kissing you long and deep enough to totally steal your breath.

The nasty storm outside has been completely forgotten and it's come to a slowdown, the loud and angry thunder replaced by the soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows. Neither of you notice or care, too focused on what's happening between the two of you instead.

You meet his deep thrusts with clumsy little rocks, your hips meeting his perfectly in sync. ❝ S' good f' me, baby. So so good.❞ he grunts against your neck as he bottoms out, cock pushing against the spongy softness of your g-spot as your nails dig against his shoulders and rake over his back. ❝ Gonna cum f' me, princess? That's it, cum all over my cock.❞ and the command is all it takes to send you crashing, your orgasm blinding as it washes over you and you cling to his body, moaning his name as you clamp around his cock and nearly push him straight into his own orgasm.

❝ Let go, Steve. Cmon baby.❞ you coax because you're dying to feel him come undone, you want him to fill you up. He bites your lip and his thrusts get clumsy as he fucks through his own orgasm, hot seed painting your insides. He falls to the bed beside you, spent. You’re pulled on top of him and he wraps you in his arms, pulling you down against him completely.

❝ You’re amazing, princess.❞ he mutters softly just as you're both starting to doze off..

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #( ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʟɪsᴛ ✓ )#lazyghoulskinktober2023 #🔞ɴғᴡ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ.

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arinalvs · 1 year

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Yandere!Enhypen (Maknae line) reaction to their Crush having a lover

A/N: AYY IM BACK T~T I HAVENT POSTED FOR A LONG TIME IM SO SORRY, Also ty so much for the amount of like I got at the previous yandere enha reaction I did, I honestly didn't expect that

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Possible Murder, Dark Content ahead

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--> Sunoo

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You and Sunoo were just hanging out in your home just like usual, both of you have been friends since childhood, so it’s normal for you and Sunoo to hang out in your house or his. you & Sunoo were talking and laughing with each other when you abruptly brought up the topic of your crush..‘’Oh! I almost forgot!’’ you said ‘’Do you remember Sunghoon, my crush?’’ Sunoo replies with a nod.’’I actually confessed a week ago, and he said he liked me too! we also started dating too!’’ you said giggling. Sunoo immediately freezed in his spot when he heard your statement… You..and Sunghoon...DATING?!?!. Mad would be an understatement for what he felt at the moment, he had mixed emotion all over him. all he saw was red, he imagined killing Sunghoon and having you for the rest of his life, wouldn’t that be fun? cuddling, kissing, holding your hand. Oh! How Sunno dreamed of that for a long time. He will finally have you, all he needs to do is get to know your lover and kill him, when you're gone and kidnap you, he will finally have you!. Yes! That seems like a plan to Sunoo. ‘’Hey, are you okay? Hellooo?? Earth to Sunoo??’’ you said waving your hands in front of his face. ‘’Oh? What was that? Sorry, just thinking of something. Actually, can I meet your boyfriend? I would love to have a new friend.’’

--> Jungwon

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Jungwon was sneaking to your house again doing his regular basis of stalking you, taking pictures of you and etc, and he just happened to hear your conversation with your lover. it made him furious knowing that you had a s/o. How come you never told him about this? You & Jungwon have been friends since middle school. Yet you’re keeping this away from him? He gave you so many hints of loving you, he gave you affection you needed. you never realized nor love him back, he gave you all the love you deserve but instead you loved a peasant who isn’t worthy of your love? pathetic. He bets that your lover can’t love you as much as he does. Is he willing to sacrifice his life for you?, no?, see. This is why, Jungwon needs to step up his game and make you realize that your lover is not the right man for you. Jungwon. Is the only one who is the right person & the one deserving of your love. ‘’You will see Y/N. We are made for each other. I will make you mine, Just you wait, my love..’’

--> Ni-ki

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You and N-ki don’t really have the best term with each other. Ni-ki would bully you every time & day at school, well for Ni-ki, he only does this to get your attention, He just loves that reaction when he gets closer to you, you get scared immediately, it made him proud of himself, He knows that he has power over you to the point you would do anything so he wouldn’t hurt you, then at lunch when he was searching for you, he happens to see you kissing a guy or should he say your lover. That person being His no.1 enemy. How could you date his enemy when he was right here. waiting for you to love him as much as he loves you. Why him?! what does he have that Ni-ki doesn't?! no. Ni-ki doesn't believe this. You were forced, Why else would you date a guy that he hates with all his guts. He needs to protect you from that guy, he definitely forced you to date him. Ni-ki walks away from the scene and goes into an empty classroom to finally plan on how to kidnap you and make you fall in love with him. Oh how Ni-ki can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you, Having a family with you. He can't wait to experience that! All he needs to worry about is your pathetic lover.

#yandere enhypen #yandere niki #yandere jungwon #yandere sunoo #enhypen x reader

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dokoni-mo · 1 year

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ITS ME MR KRABS ANON I DID THE CLARA THING AND THE SONG

okay so imagine

Reader teaching William how to play CoD Zombies or Left 4 Dead because he wants to get closer to reader and its totally not like he felt left out or anything (he’s definitely not suffering from having no attention definitely not) . Sitting in the living room with the lights off during the night the coffee table is filled with snacks and drinks and the big screen is playing one of those choices. Reader is sitting in his lap while his arms are wrapped around reader, controller in both of their hands and the game is going. Micheal being away for the weekend and reader and William just having fun playing the console and eating snacks till the ass crack of dawn.

🦀

Mr Krabs anon although you are the newest and freshest anon I am already in love with you /p

please take this as a token of my gratitude

warnings: swearing, established relationship, age-gap relationship (reader is 20 will is pushing 40), willy in general, mushy gushy, fluff, kisses, cuddles pet names, also i made the technology more time-period accurate i hope you dont mind <333 also i didnt proofread like at all LOL

William never thought that he showed his age too much. Not around you, at the very least. He considered himself to be up-to-date on the times. But, as he watched you hook up your new gaming console to his TV, he couldn't help but be confused.

Even though you didn't seem to care, William couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He had tried to set it up for you when you came over. You were his bunny. It was his job to take care of things for you. Even though he hadn't seen much technology like the console before, he figured it couldn't be that hard. He was a very skilled engineer and mechanic. He made dozens of highly-intelligent robots in his lifetime. One little Atari shouldn't be too hard.

Right?

Wrong.

William had struggled with the device for what seemed like hours as you watched him from the couch. You had offered several times to take over and set it up, but he refused each time. Goddamn it. He was going to figure this out. But did they have to make everything so confusing? Not even the manual was much help. William tried and tried again to no avail, his frustration growing with each failed attempt. He was probably teaching you so many new English swears you had never hard before, too. Not a very good look, William.

After his 8th failed attempt and a rather loud and obnoxiously British bloody hell, you had giggled and slid off the couch, pushing him out of the way as you took over the set-up. William felt bad that he had to make you do all the work. You were his sweet bunny, you shouldn't have to lift a finger around him. And after you went to all this trouble? To come up with a little date for the two of you? And buy all these snacks? On your dime too. Silly bunny, you should've asked William for some cash. He would've happily given it to you.

But, you were a determined person. He knew this. It was one of the many reasons he loved you.

The Atari was more of your generation, anyway.

Fine. You win this time, little one.

But don't think you're gonna get away with much else.

"Are you sure you don't need any help, love?" William asked as he watched you from the couch.

Your back was turned to him while you were hooking all the wires together, but you could hear how you snorted out one of your cute little laughs.

"No, thank you," you responded with a hint of sarcasm, glancing over your shoulder to the older man, "I'm already almost done."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"You figured it out rather quickly, hm? Good job, bunny."

William heard you giggle again as you turned the console on, picking up the scattered games from off the floor as you turned back to him, "And I thought you were the tech-expert here."

"No need to get smart with me, little one."

You shot a smile up to the brit as you pushed some of the snacks out of the way, placing the games in an array so that he could see all of them.

"You get to pick out the game, since this was my idea." You explained to him, making him smile a little down at you. Sweet bunny. Always so thoughtful.

Scanning his grey eyes over all your games, William had to admit. None of them seemed that appealing to him. Nor very familiar. William was never really a fan of video games. Perhaps he was just old-fashioned, but he thought it was better for people to get entertainment outside of their own homes, with something that was real. Or, selfishly, at one of his restaurants. But, when you called him during the week and proposed this little idea of yours, he found it hard to say no. He found it hard to say no to you in general, but he found this especially hard.

You had just talked about it so excitedly. His relationship with you was still very much a secret. The Brit only got to see you on the weekends, and that's if you weren't swamped with your college courses. He couldn't take you on real dates like he wanted to as well. He had to get creative sometimes. And this was your way of being creative about it. Your way of showing him that you appreciated all of his efforts. Aside from your love, of course. So, even though William didn't really like it, he'd put up with it.

For you.

He'd do anything to see you smile. He knew this. Besides, even if he was bored by the games, he was just happy to have you close to him. Have you to himself. Hold you. Cuddle you. Kiss you. Touch you.

You were the real treat here.

"This one seems alright." He eventually said, touching one of the games you laid out, "I heard Evan talking about it once."

"Ooo," you hummed, "That's a good one!"

William watched as you waddled on your knees back over to the console and put the game inside. Once it was shut and the opening screen flashed on the TV, you waddled back over to the couch with the controller in your hands. William leaned his back against the plush cushions and spread his thighs further apart, giving you space to sit in between them. You took the seat happily, draping your legs over one of his own and leaning your back against his chest. Instinctively, William snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, pressing a few chaste kisses to your cheek and jaw.

What a good bunny you were. You were so cute when you cuddled with him. He loved it when you were close. If only he could keep you like this forever.

"So you've never used one of these before?" You asked, your little fingers gliding over the controller to set a game up for you and him.

"No, never." Mr. Afton responded.

"You should get some for your diner. The kids would love it."

William let out a hum, pressing another kiss to your jaw, "Children are destructive, love. That would be expensive to replace them all the time, yeah?"

"I guess," you said.

Oh, how cute you were.

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....

EPILOGUE, DRAMATIC.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

trigger warning: mildly suggestive.

The daughter of Rhodolite, who is favored by Lord Gilbert, the royal family of Obsidian….

This is the perception of me that has spread throughout the castle.

The 50 strict orders are still in force and the soldiers are keeping their distance from me.

Even making friends is difficult because of the evil emperor——

Emma: Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: What?

Emma: Please take it off.

Gilbert: I don't want to.

When I move my legs on the bed, I can hear the jingling sound of chains.

The shackles carved with roses, said to be made of metal and ore, robbed me of my freedom.

(Not only weapons and ornaments, but also restraints can be made….)

(I don't know how I got into this mess.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Akatsuki: Long time no see, Emma.

Emma: Owner!

——A few hours ago, an old acquaintance, the owner, visited Obsidian Castle as a guest.

He placed a bag containing a large number of books that he always use when going out for business on the table,

He rushes over to me and tries to put his hand on my head.

However, I was pulled from behind and the owner was far away.

Gilbert: You're getting too close, little rabbit.

(So strict….)

Emma:….The owner is kind. He's like a father to me.

Akatsuki: I'm not a father.

Gilbert: I see, father…..I guess I'll have to say hello to you again.

He hugged me from behind as if he was trying to show off.

Lord Gilbert flashed a refreshing smile as usual.

Gilbert: I have your daughter.

Akatsuki:……..

Gilbert: Haha, such a scary face.

Akatsuki:….I didn't tell you about Emma so that you could marry her.

Gilbert: It's fine. I have a nice face, don’t you think so?

Akatsuki: What matters is on the inside.

Gilbert: I’ve been kind to Emma….right?

(That's true, but I wonder how I would feel like if….I'm being threatened.)

Although I tried to nod, the owner's expression was grim.

Gilbert: The evil royal family is taking good care of her. Rest assured.

Akatsuki: I'm just worried.

Akatsuki: In general, I don't think the power-hungry nobles of Obsidian are silent. // It's hard to believe that the aristocracy would remain silent in the face of Obsidian's greed for power.

Akatsuki: This should be happening soon. // They’re making their move soon.

Gilbert: Hehe, who do you think I am?

Gilbert: The ever-victorious marshal never loses. The game is already decided before it begins.

Akatsuki:….That's the only thing I was worried about.

(…..Am I being targeted by people who don't think well of me?)

I've never felt a hint of malice since coming to Obsidian,

It may just be that Lord Gilbert’s skills are outstanding.

(Formidable as an enemy, but reassuring as an ally.)

Akatsuki: Emma, are you having a hard time? // Emma, is everything okay?

Emma: Yes. Even if I have troubles with Lord Gilbert, every day is a lot of fun.

The owner finally softened his expression when I told him with a smile and how I really felt.

Akatsuki: Well, that's fine, but I'm still putting you on leave. // That's fine, but I still treat you like you’re on a vacation.

Akatsuki: If it gets too hard, you can always come back.

Emma: Thank you very much, owner.

Gilbert: I hate meddling. Just accept his resignation.

Akatsuki: You have no right to interfere with the contract between employer and employee.

(I'm also impressed that the owner can talk back so much to the Obsidian royalty.)

The owner quickly arranges the books on the table while Lord Gilbert's lips twitch.

Akatsuki: This time, I got a book from Tanzanite.

(Tanzanite is a land of divination and illusion, so I had the impression there were a lot of mystical books….)

The books on display are mainly academic studies on lore, methods of food procurement in desert areas, methods of growing plants.

And there were many love stories that seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Emma:….Will Lord Gilbert read this romance story as well?

(When I went through the bookshelves in Lord Gilbert's room before, I didn't get that vibe at all…..)

Gilbert: I might read it one of these days, but I asked for it for you.

Gilbert: I thought the books in my room might be a little boring.

Emma: Lord Gilbert…..

(He’s so considerate——)

Gilbert: If I keep a lot of books, you'll stay in my room forever, right?

Gilbert: I don't want to leave you for even a moment, so I think I'll buy you a lot of story books in the future.

(….Yes? I guess that was the right time to be happy.)

Lord Gilbert kisses my hair and smiles gently.

My eyes locked with the owner who was staring at us.

Emma: Um...I think it's time you let me go.

Gilbert: No.

He…kissed me on the ear this time, and my whole face became hot.

(This is so embarrassing in public!)

Even if I try to get out, Lord Gilbert easily suppresses me.

Akatsuki:……

Akatsuki:….I’ll come check on her regularly. If anything happens to my daughter, I'll kill you.

Gilbert: Yes, yes. I will take good care of your daughter, so don't worry...?

Emma: I was thinking about it for a while now, but you’ve been attached to me everywhere and anytime!

As soon as the owner leaves the castle and it's just the two of us, Lord Gilbert makes his point loud and clear.

Even now, Lord Gilbert was holding me in his arms and wouldn't let go.

Gilbert: It can't be helped because I love you, you know?

Emma: I think there is such a thing as an appropriate distance.

Gilbert: This is the distance between lovers, isn't it?

Emma:…Even so, I find it difficult in public.

Gilbert: Is there someone you don't want them to see? // Is it really that bad?

Emma: Not that it's bad, it's embarrassing…!

Gilbert: I see...you don't want anyone to see us flirting with each other?

Emma: Yes.

Gilbert: In that case——

Gilbert: Should I imprison you?

Emma: Why did you come up with the idea of imprisonment!?

Gilbert: Because when it's just the two of us, we can flirt, can't we?

Gilbert: I want to flirt with you all the time. But if you say you can't do it when there are people….

Gilbert: Either I’ll lock you up or kill everyone around you.

Emma: You have to endure it, Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: You're quite brave, aren't you, to force the emperor to endure?

For some reason, Lord Gilbert sat me down on the bed and kneeled on the floor himself.

(I hope you locking me up is just a joke.)

(Then again, this is Lord Gilbert…he would do anything….)

As he lifted my leg, he grabbed the linen nearby and put it on me.

The moment he lightly traced it with his fingers, I felt the weight of cold metal clinging to my skin.

Gilbert: Well then.

(….I have been…shackled!)

After several hours of protest, the sun was beginning to set outside.

The chains on the shackles were tied to the pillars of the bed, and I couldn't seem to remove them by myself.

Emma: I don't want to be stuck here forever.

Emma: Even if it's Lord Gilbert, don't think you'll be forgiven! // Don't think you can get away with anything, even if it's Lord Gilbert!

It was no longer a protest, but a fight.

Lord Gilbert is lying on the bed and playing with my hair while I’m sitting.

(You don't look sorry at all.)

Gilbert: It's not an abuse of power, but an overflow of love for my lover.

Emma:….I'm not convinced.

Gilbert: Ehh— …..Do you hate being with me all the time?

Gilbert: I can't believe that's the extent of your love.

Emma: It's not that I don't like to be with you.

Emma: But, it’s just…..

Emma: What if I told you I was going to lock you up, Lord Gilbert?

Gilbert: Thrilling.

Emma: Isn’t that a problem?

Gilbert: Not at all. Because the emperor in name is practically retired.

(…..Right.)

Emma: I can't leave this room forever, can I? // You can't leave this room forever, can you?

Gilbert: I want to be with you all the time.

(This kind of persuasion isn't likely to resonate either.)

Emma:…You’re tough to beat….

Gilbert: Hehe….you might be unexpectedly fond of imprisonment, right?

Lord Gilbert pulls my hand and leans over.

Emma: H—…..

He immediately embraced me and covered my mouth to stop me from protesting.

(…….)

The way his tongue that thrusted inside my mouth was literally like he was trampling me over.

During that moment, my clothes were forcibly disturbed, and cold hands began to violate my skin.

Gilbert: You'll be in the middle of nowhere for eternity, and your body will be poisoned.

Gilbert: Will this become a habit?

Emma:….It won’t….

Gilbert: Even though you look so lewd.

(It's not fair of you to try to force me down like this…..)

In direct contradiction to the fighting spirit in my heart, my body begins to tingle with desire.

Gilbert: I know all your weak points......

see?

Emma: Ah...nn…there——

The way his fingers penetrated my body was bent and stroked on a certain area.

My mind immediately went blank, and my body trembled little by little.

My breathing is severely ragged, and I tried to adjust it.

But soon his tongue flicked my ear, and this time, he carefully assaulted my ear — making it swollen wet.

Emma: No....Aaah——

(I......feel like my mind is going crazy.....)

Even if I tried to escape from the addiction of pleasure, the shackles on my legs will get in the way.

As I shuddered and trembled, Lord Gilbert kept smiling.

Gilbert: You’re so cute.

(….This guy….)

Stripped of the energy to resist, I just curse inside.

If I open my mouth now, all that will come out will be an unbearable moan.

(I wonder….if he's serious.)

(About Lord Gilbert really wants to lock me up in here, forever——)

He is the kind of person who thinks that he must "dominate" in order to feel secure and likable.

I don't mind the argument itself, but it is genuinely annoying.

Gilbert: The more I….love you, the worse it gets.

Lord Gilbert took off his jacket and dropped a sigh of melancholy/sorrow.

Gilbert: I have to keep you tied down, otherwise I'll always be anxious.

Emma:…….

Gilbert: It's easy to force people to comply with fear. But, with my lover, I don’t know how.

Gilbert: Maybe it's because I love you that I'm afraid to trust you.

(….That's why you always cling to me as if to keep those around us in check.)

I've heard that the trampling beast manipulates people's minds.

But the one who loves me is a man, not a beast.

(I guess I didn't express my affection enough that it went as far as imprisonment….)

Gilbert: ——How could you be so serious?

Emma: Eh…..

The gloomy look on Gilbert's face was gone….Lord Gilbert shook his shoulder in amusement.

Gilbert: Ahaha, the imprisonment is supposed to be a joke, you know?

Emma: !?

Gilbert: I promised Akatsuki that I would not do anything that would kill your heart.

(I was aware of that.) // (He was aware of that.)

Gilbert: Do you desire me to lock you up? But you see…..

Gilbert: Since you love me so much, there's no need to break it/resist.

Gilbert: I'm actually doing my best around here. // The balance around here is actually right.

Gilbert: Right now I'm just exploring your tolerance level.

Emma: So it was all in the palm of Lord Gilbert's hand.

Gilbert: Yes.

Emma: If that's the case——

Emma: It’s payback time!

Gilbert: !

I sat up on top of Lord Gilbert and bit his shoulder through his shirt.

This is Lord Gilbert's usual expression of affection.

(But I don't know how much more or less he can take…..)

When I looked into his face to see his reaction, he averted his gaze.

Emma: W…Was it painful?

Gilbert: No, No. It’s just…..

Gilbert: I feel like waking up to a new frontier.

(….Oh, that might not work.)

I pretended it didn't happen and tried to climb down, but he grabbed me by the waist and penetrated me with his heat.

Gilbert: Alright, can you bite me a lot? Shall we bite each other after imprisonment?

Emma: That’s not…..aah!

My body was shaken, and I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed onto his chest.

Gilbert: Haha, this is fun!

(Really, though, he's a troublesome man….)

Whether he hugs me in front of others, or when it’s just the two of us together.

Lord Gilbert reacts as if he is truly enjoying himself.

Seeing him like that, I couldn't get angry, so I forgave him.

(But, I think it’s true that he’s "scary"…..)

Even though I'm about to be swallowed by pleasure, I kissed Lord Gilbert.

(I hope Lord Gilbert, who distrusts love, will one day feel secure in loving me——)

Again and again, our lips met….as if we were offering the love inside our hearts.

Dear little rabbit.

I thought it was a good idea to lock up the little rabbit, but I guess not.

I need to figure out another way to love you….

If you have any good ideas, please write it to me?

I'll take your opinion into consideration and try to find a compromise.

Come to think of it, since I came to Obsidian, I've never run out of letters to talk about.

Before, I couldn't write anything without your question, but now it seems that's not the case.

I have so much to tell you, so much to share.

That’s strange…..

I haven't wanted to write a letter to someone like this since I was a child.

I used to love writing letters.

Since I am frail and have spent most of my life in bed, letters are the only thing that connect me to the outside world.

I've had a few friends that I've never met face to face, only through correspondence......

My brother, mother, and friends all taught me so much and it was something I looked forward to every day.

After I became a beast, I stopped doing that at all, but…..

Hey, Emma. If you have time to write me a letter again, please do.

I'll keep writing to you too.

Oh, by the way, you have no right to refuse this.

Write a letter or be forced to write one. You have a choice between the two, okay....? — Gilbert von Obsidian.

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