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runningfrom2am · 4 months

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cold nights // part fourteen

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.1k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: finally reunited ahh!! (also a note from me while i'm trying to find pics for the header: damn this dude does not look happy very often huh) (okay so update we're settling for a flashback photo bc coryo in his curls era does not SMILE bruh)

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

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"Just right here." Lucy Gray stops on the gravel road, nodding up to the house in front of them.

"Okay, sweet." Sejanus smiles, already heading for the front porch but she grabs his arm, stopping him as Coryo just stares at the house, going slightly pale.

"Sejanus, how about you and I go figure out where you guys will stay, and come back for Coriolanus in a bit?" She offers, nodding toward him.

"Oh- uh, yes. Yeah. Good idea." He agrees, picking up quickly on what she meant. Coryo still hasn't said a word, just staring at the run-down shack that apparently was your home. It was clear that efforts were made to maintain the home, the fence had been patched in several places and there were flower beds outside. From what he knew about your family, that would make sense.

"Coriolanus?" Lucy Gray draws his attention again. "We're going to go find you a place to stay, and we'll come back for you in a bit. Does that sound okay?"

"Yeah that's... that's perfect. Thank you." He nods, in a trance-like state as he makes his way up to the door through some only slightly overgrown grass, before he has the chance to second-guess himself.

"He didn't even listen, did he?" Lucy Gray says, both of them watching him from the street.

"Not at all, no."

He can hear the two of them chatting as they disappear back down the road, and he looks for a doorbell that doesn't seem to be there, just settling for a knock instead. He waits a few moments after knocking on the wood, about to do it again when he hears a woman's voice come from inside. "One moment, I'll be right there!"

"I got it, Ma!" Comes from right behind the door as footsteps approach and it's swung open, a young boy standing there. "Hi." He says, eyeing Coryo up and down. It must be your brother.

"Uh, hi." He clears his throat. "Is Y/N here?"

"No, not right now." The boy answers. "Can I take a message for her?"

"Oh, well, my name is Coriolanus Snow, and-"

"Hold on! I'm coming!" The woman's voice comes again, much more excited as she rounds the corner from the hall, brushing her hands off on her apron. "You're Coriolanus?" She asks, a polite but delighted grin on her face as she gets closer.

"Yes, Ma'am." He nods in confirmation, a smile growing on his face. You look so much like your mother.

"Oh my goodness, come in, please! I didn't recognize you!" She gently moves her son out of the way, who is still staring at him with something unwelcoming behind his eyes. As soon as Coryo steps into the home, she's wrapping her arms around him in a hug. "Wow, it is so lovely to meet you! You came a very long way!"

"I did." He chuckles, hugging her back with as much politeness as he can muster behind shaking hands and a pale face.

"Come sit, Y/N will be home within the hour. She'll be just thrilled to see you." She pulls away, gesturing for him to follow her into the living area. "Are you hungry? You must be starving. Let me grab you something." Your mother says, mostly to herself as he sits down on the couch.

"That would be great, thank you." He smiles, still nervous as he tries to adjust his posture on the slightly uncomfortable sofa, looking around. In reality, he hadn't been "starving" for some time now. It felt good to have a consistently filled fridge all the time, but he has hardly eaten since they left the Capitol. He was too nervous to even think about it.

"Why did you come here?" Your brother asks, making Coryo look away from the family photos that adorned the walls. Most of the frames were broken, photos blurry, but he could tell that to your family that didn't matter.

"I hadn't heard from her. I wanted to make sure she was doing okay." Coryo answers, stiffened by your brother's somewhat hostile energy and the thought of getting to see you so soon. Had you told him something you didn't tell your mother? Probably that he killed that boy, but it seemed unlike you to leave out the part where he had no choice. Unless Tigris was wrong.

Unless you still didn't see it that way.

Your brother hums, sitting in the chair across from the couch and leaning his elbows on his knees. To Coryo, this felt like an interrogation. Coming from a teenager, it was almost cute.

"Lennox, Honey, can you come help me for just a moment?" His mother calls him from the kitchen and he's shooting up again, glaring at Coryo as he walks away. He was confused, today alone he's gotten so many mixed signals on your feelings.

You stuck out the day at work, even though while you were reshelving returns you had to rush to the bathroom in the back to vomit after reading the back cover of an old book about a man who hunted humans. You were hoping by now this would happen less and less, but leaving the house had only made it worse. Getting a job was a mistake and you knew that, but your family was hardly scraping by before you were torn from your life- but neither of your parents could work the whole time you were gone. They were sick about it. Your mom still couldn't work, and you knew your father rarely ever slept these days.

You tried to hand over the winnings Coryo's Dean had given you as soon as you got home, holding it out to your parents with trembling hands as they opened the locked door for you. They wanted none of it. Not a dollar from your three thousand, which you had spent time counting and recounting on the train. They only wanted you home. You had hoped it would give you something else to talk about- that you could smile and be proud that you won and that now your family could live comfortably, at least for a little while. The idea almost made it worth it. As you counted your prize under the dim lighting in the train car, you had wondered if you would do it again for them. The money didn't make saying hello again any easier, though, and you cried for what must have been hours on the porch of your family home, the four of you tangled together in a hug bound together by tears.

It was hard to let go, but when they had, finally, your mother shoved the money back into your pocket and told you to save it. One day, you could buy your own home with it, and that wasn't a bad idea.

All you could do for them now that your money sat in a jar in your closet, the best you could do, was convince them you were fine enough for you all to move on and forget about it. The additional income of getting your own job helped, too. So, when your boss tried to send you home, you declined, and five o'clock couldn't have come fast enough.

You drink water out of an old jam jar on the way home, washing the taste of bile out of the back of your mouth. The fresh air made a world of difference. As much as you adored the smell of books, it got stuffy in there, especially in the summers. Even with the sun beating down on your shoulders over your button-up shirt, you felt better just making the walk home every day. The breeze blowing through the trees, the familiar paths beneath your feet, it was one of the very few things that could ground you in the reality that now, you were safe. That, and the meadow behind your house at night time. Reading under lantern light with the stars overhead and your family at your side, you never felt more real. It was truly over.

That's what you would do tonight, you decided, after a long nap following an unfortunate day. At the end of every unfortunate day, you still had that, and that meant the world to you.

"Oh! Here's Tybalt." Your mom smiles, now comfortable on the couch next to Coriolanus as the cat saunters into the living room, jumping up into the space between them. "This is Y/N's cat, she calls him Tybs." She explains, tears forming in her eyes as the cat crawls onto her lap and she quickly blinks them away, but he had already noticed by then.

"She told me about him." Coryo says, placing his now empty tea cup on the coffee table in front of them.

"Of course..." She chuckles sadly. "He took real good care of us while she was away. On particularly... hard nights," She clears her throat. "He would come out into the living room with her father and I and sit with us, he can purr like no ones business, you know, and then after a while, he would run over to our room there and meow at us. Made sure we got to bed. Then curl up with us and just made sure we knew that.... she was still with us."

A tear falls as she speaks and she laughs nervously, quickly brushing it away. "Gosh, I am so sorry..." She quickly dismisses it. "We have company and I'm crying like a little girl. Forgive me..."

"No, it's quite alright." Coryo insists, shaking his head. Of course, he was worried about you in the arena and every night up until then, but he never entertained the idea of what it was like for your family even though he knew about them. That under the same sky, they were sitting here in this very home praying that you might return. Now, he could see it, and you were the lucky one who made it home. He hoped he wouldn't have to see Jessup's family while he was here. "It must have been awful for you."

"Indeed." She nods, wiping her cheek again. "But, you know, it means so much to us that she had someone there to look after her." She smiles at him. It's genuine. Sad, but full of gratitude. He would no longer wonder where you got that habit from. "I decided I wouldn't be watching anything, but her father insisted. He was out at a bar in town, the only one with televisions, then came rushing back in the door twenty minutes later and dragged us back there with him to watch. I didn't want to go but he said 'No, you need to see this. She's not alone. She has a friend.' So down we went, and they were playing reruns of the two of you being dropped into that cage. I just... She looked so comfortable with you. The way you looked at her we could see you cared, that she was human to you, and that you were there to help. I remember thinking for the first time that maybe she had a chance." She's accepted her tears now, reaching over from petting Tybalt to grasp the young man's hands in her own as she spoke.

Your brother scoffs as Coryo lets her hold onto his hands, a small smile forming on his face that's quickly torn away by Lennox's reaction. "Yeah, and then that other boy had to be the one to bring her something to eat after days."

"Hey!" Your mother gasps. "Lennox, get-" She prompts him to leave if he isn't going to be nice.

He rolls his eyes, getting up to leave.

"I didn't have anything to bring her besides a flower." Coryo finds himself stating, shocking even himself at the confession which halts your brother in his steps. He had never told anyone about the poverty he faced at home, but with them, he felt safe to. Something about knowing you assured him that they were not judgemental people. He clears his throat before explaining. "My family lost everything after the war. When I first met her, I also hadn't eaten in days. I gave her everything I could."

Lennox hums before leaving, either not convinced or embarrassed that he'd even made such a comment. Coryo couldn't tell.

"Coriolanus... I am so sorry." Your mother is quick to apologize, and he's embarrassed by the look of pity in her eyes. Pity from a woman who had, for almost a month, believed she had lost her child, and was still struggling with it today. He felt nothing but guilt.

"Well, I must tell you, your daughter saved us from that." He tries to lift her spirits as a confused expression paints itself into her features, but he doesn't get the chance to elaborate as they both turn at the sound of the front door opening.

"Ma!" You call out, closing the door behind you and kicking off your shoes, preparing your smile to tell her about the absolutely great day you just had.

Your mother stands quickly, patting the boys thigh gently and wipes her eyes. "Hi, Honey, how was your day?" She asks, smiling at him through red eyes.

"Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day." Your groaned response comes slightly muffled from the other room, and Coryo can hear you shuffling about.

"Oh, no. What happened?" Immediately your mother's tone shifts to worry, and Coryo wonders how it took her less than a second to understand.

"Nothing, Ma. All is fine." You call back, putting your bag down in the kitchen, and heading for the living room, gluing a smile back on. "Guess what I saw on the walk home! A ladybug, it landed right on my-" You freeze as you walk into the entryway, seeing your mother and your previous mentor just standing up next to her.

"Oh, I should have mentioned, we have company." Your mother smiles, already gathering the used dishes from the coffee table, and brushing past you to bring them into the kitchen. Likely, to give you two a chance to talk.

When Coryo lays his eyes on you for the first time again, he can swear his heart stops. Yours definitely does as nausea comes over you in a wave again, and your calculated smile drops.

You don't say anything, just staring with an expression unreadable to him. "Y/N, hi." He breathes, smiling at you. You look beautiful but tired, still. Still, that girl he watched in the arena, it was hard to believe that every part of you made it out. You weren't the same girl he saw for the first time in the reaping- you were more. More of you, and more of something else; hurt, if he had to guess.

"It's good to see you." He continues, his voice a gentle whisper that cuts through the awkward tension in the room. Your heart races, emotions swirling like a tempest within you. Coriolanus Snow, your mentor and friend who had guided you through your time in that Capitol and the games, is standing in your living room, looking both apologetic and hopeful.

"Coryo," You manage to say, voice barely above a whisper as you swallow the sickness rising in your throat. The memories flood back- everything awful you had gone through. Meeting him for the first time as he handed you a flower, sitting on opposite sides of the bars of your cage and talking long into the nights. Everything you had done, everything he had given you, the people you both hurt in the process. He takes a step closer, cautiously navigating the fragile space between you.

"I... What are you doing here?" You ask quietly, your eyes unable to meet his gaze. The room feels smaller, the walls closing in on you quickly.

He clears his throat, a nervous habit you remember well. "I wanted to see you," he says, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I didn't know what you were up to and how you were adjusting and... I was worried about you."

The weight of unspoken words lingers between you, and for a moment, neither of you knows how to bridge the gap that only a month of time has built. You had been away from him longer than you had known him, and facing him again, you were embarrassed. Scared. Coryo takes a deep breath, summoning the courage to express the weight of what he's carried in his mind for too long.

"I never stopped thinking about you," He confesses, sincerity etched across his face. "I tried sending letters but I didn't get any response."

The vulnerability in his eyes mirrors your own, and the air crackles with a shared sense of everything you want to say but just can't find the words. You can't help it as you feel over and over again the countless hours spent together in the lead-up to the worst days of your life.

Tentatively, he reaches for your hand, a silent plea for connection. As your fingers take his, warmth floods through you, dissolving the distance. "I missed you," he admits, his voice barely audible.

A rush of conflicting emotions surges within you- that same embarrassment, anger, hurt, but also a flicker of the fondness that never truly faded. "I missed you too," You admit, your voice breaking through the emotional dam, built up from fear and trauma and the stacks of books in your bedroom that held it back all this time.

With those words, the barriers crumble, and the room is filled with a pitiful silence. The weight of what you had both done begins to lift, replaced with the realization that he did honestly care for you, the way you did for him. As you look into each other's eyes, the connection is undeniable, evidence of a bond that time could never change. You would always be connected to him.

"Do you remember when I brought you that blanket?" He asks and you take in a sharp breath. The few pleasant memories you had of your time together were so often overthrown by the awful ones, these days. His eyes flicker quickly across your face. He looks as scared as you feel. "And I said I wish I could get to know you as you are, not as a tribute, and you said you would show me the stars."

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you nod, the nausea you felt steadily subsiding. "So you walk softly and look sweetly and say nothing. I am yours for the walk and especially when I walk away."

Coryo tilts his head at you, and smiles. That must have been a yes. "Please, don't walk away again." He whispers, and in that moment, he feels the tightness in his chest that carried him through the last month finally release.

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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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You're mine and mine only - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Request: Hi could you write a Trent Smut where he gets jealous of his teammates and fucks y/n hard to let her know who she belongs to, sth like angry sex

Warning: smut with some foul language, kinda long (I’m more of a fluffy sex girl but I tried my best 💗)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover

Trent was kind of a jealous boyfriend, not in a toxic way but let's say he didn't like when someone got way too close to you than what he thought was acceptable. Especially when this someone was one of his teammates.

That someone was Mason Mount who was there exchanging some funny jokes with you, therefore making you laugh. It looked like you were really enjoying his company and Trent was fuming, his stare fixed on you in a frown.

"That was good, wasn't it, Trent?" Jordan asked his younger teammate, carrying on with whatever they were talking about.

"Mhh yeah" He lost the focus and therefore the interest in keeping up with that conversation as he was busy glaring at his national teammate.

"What's up mate?" Marcus asked him, seeing as he stopped listening to them and tried to follow where his stare was falling on and having a little laugh when he realised what was happening.

"Ohh someone's getting jealous" He mocked him, Jordan and Jude doing the same soon after.

"Shut up" Trent was getting quite nervous and that was such a funny sight for the other players who were with him.

"Come on dude, that's okay, they're just talking"

"Uhh she just touched his arm!" Jude squealed, earning a glare from Jordan that silently admonished him.

"They're having a nice chat, that's all"

Trent stopped talking and turned to his friends with a fake smile "If you'll excuse me I have to go now"

"Don't be silly, Trent" Jordan tried to talk some sense into him but with no success at all.

The Liverpool player got up and got closer to you, who were standing a few metres away from him.

He was a quite introverted guy so in your relationship the closest thing to pda people could see was him holding your hand at best so when in that moment you felt him hugging you from behind, his hands placed on your hips and his lips kissing your jaw you couldn't help but blurt your eyes out.

"What are you doing?" Your tone was quite sursprised.

"Mason was just showing me pics of his nieces, they're adorable!"

The Chelsea player was embarrassed and clearly in distress, scratching the back of his head as Trent succeded in making him feel like he was thridwheeling.

"I think we should go now" Trent whispered in your ear. He pressed his body closer to yours making you gasp when you felt his hard bulge.

"It was nice talking to you Y/N, see you"

"Bye…Trent, what's wrong with you?? I was just talking!" You protested, aware that your boyfriend was just acting out of jealousy.

"You were all giggly and all over him"

"What? Oh God Trent…grow up"

When you tried to sneak away from him he pulled you by your wrist, forcing you to look at him.

"Not that fast, princess"

"What do you want?"

He got closer to your ear once again, his voice coming out as the sexiest whisper ever that sent goosebumps all over your skin.

"You've been a naughty girl and I'm not happy with that…take that gorgeous bum of yours out of here, someone needs a lesson"

You gasped, knowing it was good for you to shut up and follow his instructions.

When he guided you out of the venue by your hips, Jude shouted "Go easy on her!"

You couldn't see him but he smirked and mouthed in response "I won't"

The ride back home was pure hell as you stood there in your seat in silence, fiddling with your fingers as Trent kept his eyes on the road, a smirk that didn't cease to leave his lips.

When you stopped at the traffic lights, he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes, already savouring his sweetest revenge on you. He moved his hand away from the steering wheel to slowly push it towards your thighs and between them, smiling knowingly as his sudden gesture made you squirm a little and got you kind of wet already.

"This pussy is already waiting for me, good"

You sighed, hoping the light would turn green soon for you to go home and having him all to yourself.

As soon as you arrived home, he slammed you against the wall near the front door, blocking your arms above your head. His grip was so tight his knuckles turned slightly white as his lips moved voraciously over yours: he had been waiting for that moment all night, to please himself and give you a lesson for your demeanour that he deemed to be disrespectful.

His free hand shifted along your thigh to grab it and put it around his hip.

Trent was a really good lover, not because he was your boyfriend but because he objectively was, knowing full well your weak spots and how to make the most of them.

“Can’t wait to fuck you so hard you forget his name” He slurred in your ear, licking your upper lip before trapping it between his lips again and again.

You couldn’t wait for it either, you loved it when he was rough with you…the thought of what you were about to do made you moan against his lips, your legs suddenly weak not able to keep you upright.

He noticed your legs giving away and shifted his right hand, still busy holding your hands up against the wall, down to circle your waist, in order to support you.

You hopped in his arms, arms and legs tangled around his athletic body that was effortlessly holding you up.

Gladly your hands were now free to run through his hair, along his shoulders and you loved feeling him that close to you. The scent of his perfume so strong it made you feel high, high with love and lust for that man.

“Take me to bed” You purred behind his ear.

Were you asking for him to punish you? That was what Trent was hoping for.

He slapped your arse making you hiss loudly.

“Such a good girl for me” Trent smirked, eager to make you his, as he let you back on your feet.

You bit your bottom lip and took his hand in yours, guiding him to your bedroom, you knowing the way to it way too well you could have gone there with your eyes closed.

As you entered the room, he pushed you on the bed, ordering you to lie down and stay still.

“Get naked”

Trent stood there, at the edge of the bed, enjoying you taking the dress you chose for that night’s event off. He stopped your undressing when the only thing left on your body were your knickers.

You were there, nearly naked only for his eyes only to see it and he was about to make you his like never before. That image made his dick twitch inside his boxers in excitement.

His fingers started to trace a light trail from your groin down to your calf taking then one leg to place it on his shoulder, doing that with the left one as well.

Your man always looked breathtaking but when he was between your thighs you swore he turned into a beautiful angel, an angel who was about to give you hell.

“It’s a pity I have to rip these off”

A thing you would usually do at him saying that was whine, getting frustrated everytime he thought it was a good idea to force you to buy a new lingerie set every week. But not that time: you were so caught in the moment you didn’t have the strength to complain, he could have ripped your entire closet as far as you cared.

The lack of moans from your part made him look at you a bit longer, waiting for you to whine to him.

“What?”

God, you were perfect to him, completely abosrbed you were there just waiting for him to treat the way he wanted.

“You look so hot right now” His body hovered over yours, your faces dangerously close “ I love the way you look when you want me to fuck you”

You were already a moaning mess, doing it right into his mouth as he kissed you, your lips engaged in a sensual fight for dominance you gladly let him win.

The Scouser bit on your love handles before taking that tiny piece of clothing that was your underwear off your body.

"This pussy is all yours"

"All mine, is it?" He huskily asked you, lust filling him to the brim and controlling his every gesture, from his voice to his eyes that got darker, blinded by the hunger and jealousy he had been feeling since the moment he saw you giggling with Mason earlier on.

"Yes daddy"

That nickname made his eyes go wider: it was the first time you were calling him that and he did like it.

You were a rather shy person, in bed included, so watching you being that uninhibited made himself feral and he liked that new side of you, a lot.

"What did you just call me?" That literally drove him crazy, taking him to tighten his hand around your jaw to express his dominance over you.

"Mmm…daddy" The strangled moan that his rethorical question elicited from you, was so full of desire it made him shiver.

He licked his lips, moving his hand down your neck, through your breast ending that imaginary line when his fingers came in contact with your pussy. That touch only was enough to make you shake since you were already aroused enough.

“You know this belongs to daddy, mh?”

“Yes…” Your eyes were closed, both because of the unbearable passion and because you knew that if your gaze met his you wouldn’t have survived much longer. He was irresistible to say the least.

“And you’re so wet for daddy” He smirked, pleased with the effect he was having on you.

His fingers spread your entrance open , as if to admire it, knowing he was the only one who could see you like that.

You pushed your hips up in a silent invitation for him to eat you out and it didn’t go unnoticed to the Scouser.

“My slut’s needy, mh?”

“I need you so bad” You moaned, trying to reach for his arm.

“Ha ha, you have to be good and patient” He warned you, the amused note in voice making you kind of nervous. He really wanted to make you pay for what you did, daring to share a joke with one of his teammates, and he wanted you to remember that night for a long time.

“Oh poor baby…you should have thought about the consequences of your actions” He breathed on your lips before licking them.

Trent’s mouth started tracing a passionate trail along your panting body, stopping when he arrived at your thighs’ height.

He breathed kisses on your inner thighs, without actually touching your skin leaving just some licks here and there. That felt like the most painful torture at that moment and the only way you could release the tension was pulling his hair and the sheets you were laying on but you couldn’t sinceyour hands were tied to the headboard. You just had to resist and that was part of the punishment.

Trent closed his eyes and brought his tongue closer to where you needed him the most, starting to play with your clit open mouthed.

Your pants and moans got louder and louder and he was enjoying it so much he sped it up, moving his tongue faster while keeping his eyes open on you because he didn’t dare to miss that show for the world, aching for him rather desperately.

For his own taste you were moving a bit too much so he kept you in place by circling his hands around your thighs; you had to suffer in the end. And you liked it way too much.

The perfect rhythm of his tongue was sending you into overdrive, he could make you feel so good anytime you were sure it was like his secret skill.

He alternated his tongue work with some good clit sucking that made you roll your eyes back in utter pleasure, your pussy clenching around him. When he noticed you were getting wetter, he knew you were ready to take it to the next level so he started rubbing his thumb against your clit in slow, circular motions making you gasp and waiting for his next move to happen.

He then released his grasp around your thighs and let you move your right leg in order to place it over his shoulder, knowing that angle would have lead you to the edge.

Then he glided his middle finger in you, waiting for your reaction and when he saw you gasping he pushed his finger a bit further to slowly move in and out, increasing his speed as his thumb was still applying the perfect pressure over your mound.

He pushed faster and faster, adding a finger in you as his moves got frantic. You were literally screaming his name until you squirted all over him. That was exactly how he wanted to see you: defenceless and completely under his control.

You have been so good you deserved a kiss and that's what he did, moving upwards to meet your lips, as his index and middle fingers were still stroking your labia, making your whole body shudder when his plumpy lips came to leave your mouth to wrap them around your hard nipples. His tongue lapped around the left one, right and left before sucking on it. Then he did the same with the right one.

You were sure you were in heaven because everything around you disappeared and he was out of this world, taking you to places you could have never seen without him.

Trent wrapped his hands around your ankles so as to spread your legs as wide as he could before kneeling in front of you. He untied your hands, squeezing them in a reassuring motion before taking his place back between your legs.

"Be a good girl now" You nodded.

"You can fuck me whenever you want" The only thing you wanted was for him to fuck you with all the passion and lust he had piled up in him.

He slapped his hard cock against your pussy a few times, making you shiver asking for him to put it inside you instead of just being a tease: you had enough of all that teasing you ran your hand down his legs to push his dick inside of you yourself.

"I want all of it, give me all of it"

Trent smirked, squeezing his fingers around your wrist to stop you.

"I have to do it, princess"

His teasing went on: he let his tip only inside of you. He was aware of the pain he was inflicting you but he wasn't sorry in the slightest, you deserved each and every bit of it. Next time you would have thought twice about acting all charming with Mason.

"Don't tease"

"Don't tell me what to do" He groaned, his hand grabbing your face tighter. His thumb grazed your parted lips, you immediately taking it in your mouth to start sucking on it.

He placed his arms at either side of your head, propped on his forearms.

"Such a good girl"

You smirked as he brushed his nose against yours, in what was the only innocent sweet gesture of the night.

The Liverpool player looked down at your bodies for a moment, to savour the instant when his member entered your pussy in such a perfect way, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Yes" You moaned satisfied as he was finally filling you with his lenght, arching your back and grabbing the sheets tighter.

"If you behave I'll let you ride me later" He muttered before you could even form an answer as he started pounding into you mercilessly.

His weight was pressing over your body perfectly, loving the feeling of his broad muscles bobbing over you, even more so when you clenched your hands around his arms or ran your fingers over his shoulder blades. That man was a living tease, making you feel the happiest even when he wanted to "punish" you.

Each thrust took you closer to ecstasy, he could do it like no one.

Both your moans came out as muffled sounds due to the messy kisses you were giving each other.

"Oh yes, right there" You tugged at the dreadlocks at the nape of his neck, praising him as he pushed deeper inside of you reaching your G spot.

Your nails were leaving scratches all over his back as he was filling you so well.

"Who's fucking you this good, mhh?"

"You daddy"

Trent's pushes became fierce, wanting every part of your body to feel him, to fill you perfectly.

“T, I’m close” You breathed out as you felt your second orgasm building up inside of your walls.

“Cum baby” He grunted, pushing even further into you. “Cum for me”

You moaned in his ear, pushing your hips up to meet his own movements. Trent was close too, grunting when he felt you clenching around him.

"Yeah cum inside daddy please, cum inside me" You begged him rather desperately as he was taking you over the edge with his deep thrusts.

You came first, your juices coating his member as he gave some more pushes into you to reach his own orgasm too.

As he released his load into you, satisfied moans left both your mouths before collapsing on the mattress.

“Fuck…that was amazing” You were trying to catch your breath as you were still panting due to the heavy sex session you just had.

Trent came down from his own high, and down from your body, to lay next to you, a smirk painted on his lips.

The movement of his chest raising and falling as he was trying to catch his breath was an entrancing sight to you.

You placed your leg over his and leaned over his body, your lips started leaving kisses against his abdomen, his collarbones and his neck, in a sweet yet seductive way.

He groaned, actually pleased with your attention, opening his eyes when he felt your weight lift to get on top of him.

“You were amazing”

“Yeah, I know” He smirked cockily, earning a playful smack on his shoulder from you “I know a trick or two to please my woman and remind her who she belongs to”

That line made you blush as you buried your head in his neck.

“Stop being so cocky”

“You were pretty good too” He giggled, squeezing your buttcheeks as you were busy leaving kisses down his neck.

“I still have to ride you…you promised”

Trent grunted and tried to hide his face in the crook of your neck as you kept covering him in kisses.

“Don’t be naughty, or I’ll have to tie you again”

You giggled as you let your hand graze his cheek in a soft way before moving your lips to kiss his other cheek.

“Next time I’ll fuck you in front of the entire team"

"Does it mean I can have a threesome?"

"Nope!" He grabbed your face tightly in order to force you to look at him, right in his eyes.

"You're mine and mine only, okay?"

"Oh sorry…I tend to forget it" You smirked mischievously, straddling him.

He was yours too in the end so marking him with some love bites would have been good...he had horny girls looking at him or sliding in his dms all the time after all. You attached your lips to his neck again, biting on his skin.

Trent moaned, his hands roaming over your back only stopping to squeeze your butt.

"Let me remind you of it then"

That night was far from being over and you wouldn't want it any other way.

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THE RECEPTIONIST ☏

➤ (📞) GENRE: fluff, strangers to lovers | PAIRING: jay x fem reader | WC : 1.9k | SUMMARY: When you find your self crushing hard and constantly go to your local hospital just so you could see the cute receptionist again or in which the cute receptionist is amused by your antics and secretly anticipates your return.

SOO’S SMOL NOETY 📝:

𖤐 lowkey off topic but I’m quite embarrassed to say I’ve never seen these pictures of jay before... (＃＞＜) Like ive been stanning enha sine iland as well I don’t get it.. I came across this and was so shocked cuz how come I’ve NEVER SEEN THESE JAY PICS!!?? it’s just added an extra 5 years onto my lifespan (thank you to my man!! 🥰) + this is 80% proof read see a weird word? Erase it from your memory ❤️

YOUR MOTHER WAS DRAMATIC. Everything little thing that happened, she would inflate out of proportion, just like today. When you called her and told her you had some odd rashes, she freaked out and arrived to your university accommodation within 10 minutes. You tried to reassure her that it wasn't deep, but she didn't want to hear it. Assuming the worst, she literally dragged you by your ear to her car and drove you to the hospital.

The whole thing was humiliating as your friends and anyone who lived in your section watched the whole interaction form their windows. You understand your mother wanted to make sure you were alright. Especially as you were the youngest sibling she always was extra mindful of you. But she was doing way to much for your liking. You just wanted to get this over with and go home.

Once you arrived you and your mother approached the counter and rang the bell so that a receptionists could be alerted. Soon a tall male appeared “ I apologise for the wait I had an important call.. what can I do for you miss?” You shot your head up once you heard the voice stepping closer and locking eyes with him .

For you, it was love at first sight. He was cute, he was handsome, and all of the above. You had never seen anyone as attractive as him in your 20 years of living. Who is this angel from above his jawline? I need him to cut me in ha- " y/n sweetie, why don't you explain your problem to the gentleman?"

Oh yeah..my rashes

“uh... I have some rashes uh... that are uh... spreading all over umm..my back” you internally slapped yourself for speaking like that and stuttering it's bad enough you showed up with your mum at your big age and now this..what was he supposed to think of you. It was difficult to concentrate on your words as his deep brown eyes were fixed on you.

He hummed as he scribbled something on his notes, “ladies please sit over there on the red chairs and make yourself comfortable I'll set you up with one of our doctors in a minute ” oh I'll make myself comfortable alright “pardon? ” You covered your mouth with your hands as you gasped, realising you had spoken out loud. Here I am again, embarrassing myself in front of him .

The male chuckled to himself before heading off down the hall.

Later that week more like 2 days after you found yourself at the hospital again Why? Because you were sick sick. Suffering from what? A bad case of I’m attracted to my hospitals receptionist syndrome and you needed an antidote quickly.So What perfect way to curs yourself by seeing the cause instead.

Plus you couldn’t focus at uni he lived in your head rent free and you didn’t even know his name. You wanted to talk to him again to hear his deep voice. Maybe you were obsessed ? Crazy? But you were crazy in love and needed to see him. So during your free you took the train and made your way to the hospital.

As you approached the counter you were met with an unfamiliar pair of eyes it was another receptionist. Where’s the sexy jawline dude who the hell is this old woman? “ umm excuse me ? Where’s the hot receptionist” the lady looked up from her paper and raised a brow eyeing you up and down “ if your a fan girl please excuse yourself out the hospital if your not actually sick “ tch she has an attitude “ uhh..im actually his girlfriend im here to drop somthing off ! I’ll be quick” you forced a smile as she squinted her eyes once more giving you a look as if searching for you obvious lie but she seemed to buy it “ I’ll call him for you stay here ” she disappears into the back and eventually your “boyfriend” comes out.

“ boyfriend ? “ he raised a brow with an amused smile on his face. You will be soon you just don’t know it yet “ i..uhh I only said that so you could come out please don’t misunderstand anything ” he nodded sitting down on the chair “ well then since you requested me what do you need ? ” you didn’t actually come there with a plan. Not having enough time to think of some fake diagnosis to give yourself you chose to be honest.

A sudden wave of confidence washes over you “ I need you ” he raised a brow “pardon ?” You nodd “ you heard me” the male chuckles to himself “you came all the way just to say this.. I’ll applaud you for your determination but im not interested ” im going to throw my self of a building “ don’t speak so soon.. once you get to know me your going to become interested” he hummed “ sure sure” you crossed your arms “ well if your going to reject me can I at least know the name of the guy I’ve been dreaming about ” he smirks “ you’ve been dreaming about me? Your very honest I like that.. and the names jay “ even his name is sexy

“ I’m honest and a lot more things you will like if your willing to find out jay..” you graced your fingers over his lightly before turning off to leave. With a proud smile on your face

Jay didn’t really understand what just happed but he found you amusing. It’s not like he hadn’t had girls come here and put it on him but something about the way you carried yourself and acted was different. He wouldn’t admit it but he hoped to see you some time soon.

As quick as the next day you showed up. You approach the counter to be met with the same old annoying lady “ here to see your boyfriend? I’ll get him ” maybe she’s not so annoying anymore you smiled to yourself as your little lie seemed to be doing you wonders

“ good afternoon jay how’ve you been did you miss me” he rolled his eyes while flicking though some documents “ you’ve been gone for 21 hours.. there’s nothing to miss it hasn’t even been a full day” he was counting..? “ you counted how many hours soooo…you did miss me didn’t you ?” you spoke with a slight blush on your cheeks at the thought that he actually missed you to some extent. Jay noticed this he thought it was cute how easily flustered you got “ your cute when you blush ” hearing him say that you made your legs melt like jelly almost losing balance to the point jay even stood up reaching out for your arm in concern

“ y/n.. are you alright ?” You nodd slowly “ you know my name..” you speak in a dazed tone to which jay smiles “ of course your not someone to forget.. so are you actually sick or.. you came here to see me” what do you think “ no this time I’m actually a little under the weather do you want to know why jay ” he nodded getting out his notepad

“ I’m stuffing from unrequited love.. the guy I like doesn’t feel the same way.. and I think I might die from a broken heart ” you spoke dramatically with a small pout flashing jay your doe eyes hoping he would be tranced by your attempt to be cute and fall in love with you. To your shock he flicked your forehead “ ouch! Why would you do that ! ” he now moved closer to you placing his hands on the counter staring at you deeply

“ it seems your suffering form something else too.. stupidity ” huh? What is that supposed to mean “ what.. please elaborate I’m unaware of this symptom” you speak deeply confused so you move closer to jay urging him for an answer. Almost closing the distance between the two of you. You action caught jay of guard causing him to move back and hide his deep blush with a cough “ that’s a conversation for another time “ you raise a brow “ another time? So you intend to see me again when’s the date ” he laughs “ I never said I was taking you out on a date ” you pout again

“ fine then.. I guess I’ll just go to another hospital form now on..” you turn to leave wishing he would follow you but the more you headed to the entrance you realised he wasn’t. You sighed maybe this is a sign I should move on.

Though just as you stepped foot out the entrance you felt a force pull you to an outside wall pushing you against it. You were shocked to see jay. “ are you that dense y/n” what what what “Huh..? I don’t I.. I don’t understand ” his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips he seemed as if he heisted at the thought of kissing you

“ on second thought.. I-I don’t need to understand if your going to kiss me just do it ” he chuckled lightly placing his finger on your lips “ I want to make that move in a better and more appropriate setting if you get what I mean” he still wants to kiss me so a win is a win.

you couldn’t belive that this whole time jay liked you back you mentally facepalm yourself for being so dense how did you not notice sooner? A regular person would have shooed you away yet he entertained it all. It was so obvious I’m an idiot

He pulls away from you slightly now resting on the wall next to you

“ wait so you really did miss me? ” he nodded but you didn’t fail to miss the small tint of red that was evident on his ears as he attempted to turn away “ yeah.. I actually gave you my number but I guess you didn’t notice “ you raise a brow number HE GAVE ME HIS NUMBER AND I DIDINT NOTICE !?

“ wait wait wait when? “ he shrugged “ on the first day I wrote it on a sheet of paper and when I escorted you and your mom to the doctor I slipped it into your bag since you left it open Damm it this was the 3rd mental facepalming you had revived for your actions, as you do in fact remember seeing a scrunched up ball of paper but assumed it was rubbish and threw it in the trash.

“ I threw that in the bin thinking it was rubbish oh my gosh Jay why didn’t you just straight up say it to me my memory is impeccable!” he smiles “ I wanted to tease you a little bit longer I like seeing you all cute and flustered ” now it was your turn away and hide the blush on your face.

You had so much more you wanted to say to him but the interaction was cut short by that annoying old lady. Yes after what interrupting your lil moment with jay she became annoying again

“ Jay.. stop sucking your girlfriends face off and answer to some customers I’m on my break !” She yells as you could hear her approaching. You turn to jay with a frown. Though Shocking both you and him Jay unknowingly places a quick kiss on your cheek mouthing a small “I’ll see you later” before running back into the hospital.

You sigh as you lean on the wall placing your hand on your cheek as you relived the moment on reply. Again and again and again and again- “ y/n!” you hear jay call out for you. He approached you quickly placing a folded paper in your Palm “ my number.. please don’t throw it away again and call me”

And he sped off again

You smiled to yourself as you held the paper firmly in your hand not wanting to let go. You never knew in your life that you would be thanking your mother for being so dramatic.

@COPYRIGHTS SOOTREEPEAR 2023

𖤐 steal my work and I’ll come to your house and suck your blood 🧛‍♀️

𖤐 This story is very personal to me not that I’ve done this before 💀 but like it’s so real to me cuz this is exactly what i would do if In some other universe jay was a receptionist at my local hospital tho the difference is I’ll just admire him from after 😔 Aniiii ways I hope you liked it !!

- peace and love ♡︎

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venusjaynie · 1 year

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st social media au pt2

no real story line here, just another stranger things social media fic!

ST social media au masterlist here

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itsbuckleybitch

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itsbuckleybitch: folks, here we have steven marigold harrington in his natural habitat; stacking videos at our shitty job in a shitty video store

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stevie.h: buckley that is not my name and you know it

↳ itsbuckleybitch: do i know that?

↳ stevie.h: i hate you

y/ns.priv24: babe you look depressed af in this

↳ stevie.h: aw thank you baby. you're so kind

b.hargrove: cheer up harrington. munsons party's tonight

↳ stevie.h: i know dude. it's the only thing getting me through this gd shift

↳ itsbuckleybitch: hey dingus i think i'm making this shift a little more bareable

↳ stevie.h: um. no.

b.hargrove

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b.hargrove: the ladies say im almost as hot as my camaro

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y/ns.priv24: your tits look good in this

↳ b.hargrove: go fuck yourself

↳ y/ns.priv24: i took that photo. i was there. don't act as if you didn't pull your jacket back to show off your chest, and don't even try to convince everyone that that's a candid pic. it took you 45 minutes and 30024 poses to get the one you wanted.

↳ thefreakmunson: jesus christ. that was harsh kid

stevie.h: tbh hargrove, my girlfriend wasn't lying when she said your tits look good

↳ y/ns.priv24: steve i appreciate you agreeing with me (for once smh) but can you stop flirting with billy for one second

↳ itsbuckleybitch: yeah dingus, shes right. its getting out of hand

↳ stevie.h: as if you didn't kiss my gf at her birthday party when you were drunk

↳ y/ns.priv24 : that was a birthday kiss. doesn't count. it was robs present to me

↳ stevie.h: oh my god

stevie.h

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stevie.h: found this absolute fuckin gem in my snapchat memories

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y/ns.priv24: amazing. spectacular. this picture is like a christmas present i love it.

itsbuckleybitch: harrington take this down right now

↳ stevie.h: hm... nah

nanceewheeler: robin looking cute as ever

↳ itsbuckleybitch: nance stop im blushing

↳ johnnybyers: buckley stop hitting on my girlfriend

↳ nanceewheeler: byers don't tell my girlfriend what to do

↳johnnybyers: what the fuck is going on

↳ itsbuckleybitch: HA i stole your girl

willthewise

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willthewise: that was some good pasta.

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LucassSinclair: where tf are you guys?

↳ ElOhEl: idk like a parking lot somewhere? i could be wrong max drove us here

↳ b.hargrove: max did what?

↳ ElOhEl: she drove us here in your car

↳ madmaxx: whaaaaaaaaat

↳ b.hargrove: youve got some explaining to do when you get home maxine

stevie.h: is that my dog???

↳ y/ns.priv24: our** dog. but yeah is that ceasar?

↳ thefreakmunson: pfft you named your dog after a salad? that's stupid

↳ y/ns.priv24: no dumbass he's names after julius ceasar. like the famous roman general

↳ thefreakmunson: ...i knew that i was just kidding

y/ns.priv24

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y/ns.priv24: uncle billy brought ceasar back. major slay

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b.hargrove: never call me uncle billy again

↳ stevie.h: hargrove shut up i could see the big cheesey grin on your face when you read "uncle billy"

↳ b.hargrove: dammit steve

itsbuckleybitch: i love how no one has commented some shit like 'cant tell whos cute billy or the dog' cause we all know the answer already

↳ b.hargrove: aw thanks rob

↳ itsbuckleybitch: no man i meant my pal ceasar

↳ b.hargrove: im leaving this friend group

johnnybyers

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johnnybyers: guys my mom just sent me this im so confused

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y/ns.priv24: shut up this is so cute

↳ johnnybyers: okay but why is she sending me this shit

↳ nanceewheeler: cause theyre in love and they wanna show it

↳ y/ns.priv24: maybe. that doesnt sound like mom or hopper though. i reckon mom knew you'd post this and she just wanted some clout

↳ johnnybyers: you're so right

itsbuckleybitch: john your mom is hot

↳ johnnybyers: not cool dude

↳ b.hargrove: i agree with buckley

↳ y/ns.priv24: you guys make me sick

#stranger things social media au #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve 'the hair' harrington #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #billy hargrove #will byers #mike wheeler #jane hopper #dustin henderson #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things fic #jayne writes

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wormm-mom · 2 years

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Tear You Apart

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: After your best friend convinces you to go to a Corroded Coffin show at The Hideout, secrets come to light and a not so secret crush that you’ve been trying to push away has nowhere to go.

Song: Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Ahhhh okay so this is my first time writing fan fiction, plz be nice lol. Also this pic is based off of the song Tear You Apart. This is only the first half of the song so if y'all end up liking where this is going I'll make a part two. Enjoy!!! Also support my writing by liking, commenting, and reblogging <3

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Robin met up with you after classes got out for the day, dodging the stampede of students surging through the halls at a relentless attempt to try to escape the prison that is Hawkins High. Another rough day was in the bag as you walked home with your best friend. You weren’t bullied, but you also weren’t one of the popular kids, you were just there. As bland as it seemed, you liked the fact that no one really paid attention to you, or at least that’s what you assumed. The walk home was pretty normal, talking about classes, music, and anything that popped into your minds. All was going well until silence was broken.

“Oh come on, it’s so obvious that he likes you. I mean, did you see him jump up on the table today during lunch? He was obviously being erratic to get your attention.” Robin has always tried to convince you that the infamous freak Eddie Munson was into you, but you just weren’t buying it.

“Dude, he’s always like that, anyways didn't you see how he acted when those cheerleaders walked by? I’m obviously not his type.” You playfully punched her arm in an attempt to shake the feeling of jealousy bubbling in your gut.

The conversation ends with an eye roll and smile from Robin as you part ways, and continue to your respective houses. It’s not uncommon for you two to bicker like that. Some may see it as a red flag, but you and Robin have been friends for so long that you guys coined it as “friendly bullying.”

After getting inside and locking the door behind you, you trotted up the stairs into your room. Mom works late and dad is out on a business trip, so evenings like these weren’t uncommon. Plopping your bookbag next to the full length mirror hung on your closet door, you hop onto your unmade bed and sigh to yourself. Maybe Robin was right, maybe he caught you staring once and decided to turn it into a whole show. Your rambling thoughts were cut short when you heard the phone ring. With a loud groan, you make your way out of your room and to the phone in the hallway. Before you would even state who you were, Robin was on the other end giggling, something she did when coming up with mischief.

“Dude, spit it out already” Robin’s giggling is contagious, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to know what the hell is going on.

“Okay okay, so don’t ask me how I know this information, but Corroded Coffin is playing at the Hideout this Tuesday and I think you should go.” Hearing Robin’s smile through the phone, you shut the offer down immediately.

“Absolutely not. Nope. Not a chance. I’m not going to potentially embarrass myself in front of him. Plus, who knows, maybe they have fangirls that go to all their gigs that are way hotter than me!”

“Come on y/n, I’ll be your wing-man, er, wing-girl I guess. Anyways, it’ll be fun! What else do you have planned huh?” The silence from your end spoke for you. “Exactly, now we both know you want to, are you really gonna let some stupid thoughts stop you from seeing Eddie play live? Obviously not, cuz I’m not scared to drag you there. Okay byeeeeee!”

Before you could retort, the line disconnected and the decision was made for you. Still processing what you’ve gotten yourself into, you waltz back into your room and sit back on your bed. Pulling out one of your favorite movies, you switch it on and try to ignore the dread lingering in the back of your mind.

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It was Tuesday afternoon and the only thing on your mind was anxiety and the “what if’s” of tonight's event. Getting snapped out of your thoughts, your chemistry teacher decides to lecture you on how important it is to pay attention when there are harmful chemicals around. You roll your eyes knowing the only chemicals around were salt, vinegar, and some alka seltzer tablets.

Thankfully it was your last class of the day so as soon as the bell rang you were the first one out of the classroom and somehow managed to beat the swarm of students. There was no way in hell you were going to miss Eddie’s gig. Waiting for Robin near the bike rack, you spot Eddie hopping into his van along with the rest of his bandmates. Thankfully he didn’t catch you staring, but Gareth did. God, he’s always catching you red handed somehow.

Robin finally jogs up to you as you watch their van leave your line of sight and grabs your hand, pulling you towards the sidewalk. You zone out to Robin’s normal blabbering, wondering what you should wear tonight. She doesn’t mind it though.

Stopping in your tracks and looking over at Robin quizzically, you ask the question that has been on your mind all day. “Hey, I thought you didn’t like big crowds and loud spaces. I feel like a bar is the opposite of what you’d want to do during a school night.”

Robin just chuckles and glances over at you “I mean, it's not that I don’t like loud places, it's that I’ve never had a reason to attend such events. Also, have you forgotten that I’m in band? I’m literally surrounded by instruments blowing out my eardrums, I think I can handle it.”

You nod and continue on your way back to your house in unison. Since Robin doesn’t really have anyone to impress, her words not yours, she invites herself over as you get ready for the night. Panic begins to set in as you both enter your disaster of a room. Taking a seat on the orange bean bag in the corner, you start rummaging through your drawers, trying to find the perfect outfit.

After what seems to be hours of frustration and trying on different combos, you settle on an Iron Maiden band tee, fishnets under a pair of black short shorts, and a comfy pair of old high top converse. Since you assume it’s going to get hot in the bar, you opt for some waterproof eyeliner. Drawing on a dramatic wing, adding blush and some lip gloss, you turn around to see Robin flipping through a magazine from your night stand.

“Ahem?” You loudly clear your throat and Robin responds by whipping her head up to look at you. “So, how do I look?”

“You look amazing! Oh my god he’s gonna be head over heels when he sees you in the crowd!” Robin jumps up in excitement, accidentally stumbling over a shoe in the process.

After she regains her composure, you both burst into laughter and lounge around talking about anything until it’s time to head to the Hideout.

Since Robin can’t drive and you don’t have a car, you grab your bikes and head out. Once getting to the venue and locking your bikes up, you guys walk into The Hideout only to be greeted by the smell of smoke, whiskey, and sweat. Although the atmosphere was thick and hazy, your breathing only faltered once you caught a glimpse of Eddie and his band setting up. Robin nudges you further into the bar, since you stopped dead in your tracks which ended up blocking the doorway.

While the band is busy setting up and tuning their instruments, you head over to the bar. You and Robin intended on just sitting there, but eventually the bartender waltzes over to the both of you.

“What can I getcha tonight? We have a list of tap beers on this here menu as well as some cocktails.” She smiles and grabs a towel to dry off a whiskey glass

“Oh, we’re not 21 yet. I’ll have a Shirley Temple though!” You respond with a smile and look over at Robin, waiting for her response. “Oh uh, I’ll just get whatever she’s having.” Robin nods and starts to play with one of the rings on her left hand.

“Two Shirley Temples comin right up!” With a toothy grin, the bartender gets busy with making your drinks, while Gareth gets busy trying to tell Eddie about your presence. Of course he gets pissy, once Eddie is in the middle of something, no one dares to interrupt him. Eventually after a minute of bickering between the two, Gareth finally points over to where you’re sitting and it all clicks in Eddie’s brain.

“Holy shit, she’s actually here.” Turning around and gathering the band in a huddle, his pep talk begins “Okay guys, y/n is here tonight so there can’t be any malfunctions or slip-ups. Understood?” A nod and hum emitted from the four band members and showtime was only moments away. Turning back to the crowd of drunks and a couple younger moms, Eddie scans the floor to find you twirled in your seat, admiring him.

Once locking eyes, you both blush and divert your attention. Somehow the floor and ceiling seemed way more interesting than it did a few moments ago. To calm his upheaval of nerves, Eddie grabs a cigarette and lighter, and heads to the door. As he’s passing, you can only smile and wave which he responds with a smirk and wink. Although the gesture was small, both of you had butterflies filling your stomachs. You’ve always wondered where he got his confidence, unbeknownst to you, it was a ruse to keep him from making a complete fool of himself.

Robin obviously saw the exchange between the two of you and smirked to herself “Told ya, he’s obviously into you.” Rolling your eyes, you try to logically explain away what had happened. “He's probably like this with all of the girls at his shows.” Taking a sip of your drink, Eddie hops back onstage and the show begins.

As the night progressed, you began to feel less anxious and actually started to enjoy yourself as well as the music. Frequent glances were shared between you and Eddie, but that only made you happier that Robin had convinced you to come along. By the end of the set list, you were on the floor dancing and occasionally head banging with Robin. Eddie closed off the show with a thank you message and before you knew it, the band was packing up.

You made sure to catch Eddie before he hopped in his van and headed back to the trailer park, but to your surprise, he was the one that came up to you. Robin excused herself to the restroom, giving you a look that lets you know full well she’s just giving the two of you space. Eddie took a seat next to you at the bar to catch his breath. His messy hair is all over the place and bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. You couldn’t help but blush, knowing that this is the closest you’ve ever been to him.

Finally snapping out of your trance, you broke the silence. “That was amazing dude!”

“Aww thanks, I’m surprised nothing went wrong. The equipment we have and the sound machines here are super cheap.” He glances over at you then calls over the bartender to ask for a cold beer. “So, what made a pretty girl like you decide to come to a show like this?”

You were taken aback by his passing compliment, and took a second to collect your thoughts, hoping the lighting was dim enough to hide your reddening face. “Oh uhm, yeah my parents are out of town and I had nothing to do so I decided why not check out the local band.”

A smile creeped onto Eddie’s face. “Local band huh,” He took a swig of the beer that was set in front of him and continued on “I’m more used to people calling us an anomaly, so I’ll take that as a compliment.” You assure that it was a compliment and bask in a moment of comfortable silence. That was until Robin comes back over and joins the two of you at the bar.

Setting your empty glass down, Robin lets you know that it’s past her curfew and we needed to head out. While she headed out to unlock her bike and wait for you, you and Eddie exchanged goodbyes.

Before you were able to push open the door though, he called out to you “Hey, I didn’t get your name”

“Oh shit sorry, I’m y/n” you respond with a smile, and he nods back “Cool, I’ll see you around school y/n.” A grin plastered itself to his face as he watched you wave goodbye and head out into the night.

The bike ride home was full of laughter and “I told you so’s.” As you and Robin parted ways, the night came to a close and you were content. It was late so you didn't bother to change into your pajamas as you set your alarm and plopped into bed. All the adrenaline wore off and you drifted off to sleep.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson brainrot #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic

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sweetestpopcorn · 1 year

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Young Cole Hauser would be a good fancast for Harwin Strong. He looks like he could break someone's bones.

Hi there 🤗

To the surprise of no one I had once again to google who TF this was.

Personally 🤷🏽‍♀️ I don't know. I don't think I see Harwin Strong immediately when I look at him. Besides the brown eyes that he's missing - but ok easily fixed with some brown contacts - he's also missing the pug nose. But this is just my personal opinion.

(I am leaving a pic below)

I think a young Clive Standen would fit Harwin's description a lot better. He has that sort of brutish (I don't mean this in a bad way) very manly look to him that Harwin Strong should have. Might be that very strong (lol) jaw . This all said and he would still need some brown contacts XD

On a small note though, I will give credit where credit is due and say that I actually don't think REDACTED missed the bullet when they casted Ryan Corr. He could have potentially made a good Harwin with:

-First and foremost a good script and writing that has bear minimum respect for the source material -> where is he courting Rhaenyra? Where is he by her side as she gave birth? Where is he idk the night before she married Laenor? Where is he when she moved to Dragonstone? -> and these are just bear minimum book scenes, you could have done A LOOOOOOOOT more given that in the books Harwin and Rhaenyra were in a relationship for 6 years and in REDACTED they were for TEN! T-E-N! These people had 3 kids together and you don't even show them touching! JESUS. F_CKING. CHRIST! Redacted writing < sh:t (sh:t can be used as a fertiliser so it's good and useful).

-Some PROPER BROWN CONTACTS -> please H*O they are not expensive, they are very good, like look at Twilight. Kristen wore such contacts like:

They work! They are very good!

Like come on! George couldn't be bothered to give Harwin a personality except -> is strong and desired Rhaenyra - but he repeated again and again how Harwin Strong looked like!

-And some proper direction because GOOD GOD and Jesus in Heaven! This man be looking at Renada like he wants to kill her and r... her in this exact order. Like wtf is this?!

*trigger warning for images from Redacted*

Meanwhile me:

Right there with you random dude:

He freakin be looking like your local town r.....!

Please, I mean no hate to the actor! But this expression would be more appropriate for the Jeffrey Dahmer tv show! Seriously what was his prompt for this scene?

Miguel or whomever else was in charge of the episode: K, Ryan give me more. No, more. Even more. No, no, even more. Don't just look at her like you want to f_ck her Ryan! Look at her like you want to eat her! And I mean her flesh! Look at her like you were just released from the Psychiatric Unit, you are out of meds, and you want to kill her, perform some necrophilia, and then eat the c0rpse! Ok great, that's it!

Like I am aware that in the books Harwin wanted to f_ck Rhaenyra. But this is not what's going on here.

"Oh what face was he supposed to do?!"

Glad you ask.

Something like this:

*Please watch from 1:01*

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This is the face of a man that is smitten, and mind you! this is from a comedy movie from the early '00 yet the expression is better achieved. This is a face of "I want to marry this woman".

There's also another scene from that movie where the expression is well achieved. Here:

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There are countless other examples not from comedy movies and you can still have a more h0rny look without having the actor look like he's the town's serial killer.

Again this is not criticism for Ryan, this is criticism for the person directing him.

In sum my point is, looks wise he could have made a (very) decent Harwin Strong IF the right people had been in charge and IF the writing was good -> which is more I can say for many other actors -> he's the exception to this not the rule here, the vast majority of other actors were terrible choices regardless.

Sorry for this rant, Anon! I hope I at least made you laugh!

All the best to you <3

#harwin strong #fancast #house of the dragon tw #anti hotd #redacted at its best #they even managed to ruin one of the ONLY things they got right #Harlose Weak #but Ryan could actually make a good Harwin Strong #given all of the things I mentioned #but then again we would have a proper show and not redacted #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #canon harwin strong #popcorn answers

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heartkyeom · 2 years

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we don't know that we know each other au

joshua hong x gender neutral reader

warnings: some light nsfw content at the beginning

notes: based on a very long au prompt I found and I thought it would be fun to write!! didn't wanna do a holiday party so just. think of it as a normal party ok bye pls enjoy!

the original prompt: my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he's coming to the next holiday party and don't worry he's heard all about me too and ALSO there's this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude's got a good dick AU

it was a good one night stand. he was pretty cute, your friends dared you to pick up a guy from the bar and joshua was there

and he was good in bed, so good that you both kept up a lazy friends with benefits agreement- less friends more benefits

you didn’t know what the hell joshua did with his life. maybe he liked painting? who knows but the dick was too good to ask

you both mutually sent nudes when either of you needed to get off, it was good and didn’t need any commitment

he was nice enough from what you remember, you just weren’t looking for a relationship

this was something your boss did not understand

this lady, bless her heart, was convinced you needed to meet her son because you would supposedly look so good together

you had given her your standard explanation that you weren’t looking for anything serious but she was determined to have you two meet

joshua didn’t mind going to the annual company parties for his mom, her company was moderately big so he could expect decent food/drinks- all he had to do was show up in a suit

she never forced him to come, joshua always came because he wanted to support his mom but this year it was different

she was quite insistent about making him meet one of her graphic designers and it was becoming annoying

his mom liked to play matchmaker for him and the people were usually nice, but nothing ever came of it

but something in him figured it would be good to go, just to see what would happen

the party started innocently enough, he greeted everyone from family friends to board members who had known him since he was a teenager

he was admittedly having a good time, mixing and mingling with everyone while sipping a beer

until his mom told him he was gonna bring the graphic designer over so they could meet. he abandoned the drink just in case things got serious

and serious is the understatement of the century because he expected a lot of things, but the last thing he expected was to see you

and holy shit it was him. he looked really nice, way better than your drunk memory actually. he was clearly trying not to seem affected but you saw right through him

oh god you didn’t notice your mouth was open and now you’re just screaming to yourself “bitch fix your face FIX YOUR FACE!!!”

…your boss was right though, you were clearly a good match because you had seen far more than his face

she’s like “hi 😁 here’s my son joshua! 😁 joshua this is y/n, I’ll let you two have some time to talk” and ohhhh my god the tension between you two once she left

it was you. he absolutely was not drunk enough for any of this wow

but you were so beautiful, he hated that he forgot all the details of your face the last time he saw you

you both greeted each other quietly, silently taking each other in and sitting with the tension of the moment

“should we go somewhere to talk?” joshua’s gentle tone shook you out of your daydream and of course you obliged

you both walked out of the main hall to a large foyer, stealing glances of each other like you both couldn't believe the other person was real and not just someone you traded nudes with

you burst into laughter at the same time because what the fuck were the odds??? how did your only one night stand happen to come back into your life so easily?

“it’s nice to finally meet you,” you sheepishly admitted to him and it was true- you didn't really talk last time at all, and if you did it was lost to the blurriness of that night

“you too,” he smiled at you again and the tension seemed to dissolve a bit

“I’d really like to get to know you if you’ll let me,” he reached his hand out to grab yours and oh my god the way your heart started beating faster……

you didn’t want a relationship. you swear you didn’t. but when joshua looked at you like that, how could you say no? you could give it a try and see what happened

“I would love that,” you replied and you could visibly see his mood get lighter. if you said no, the possible frown on his face would’ve been too much to bear

you spent the rest of the party sitting at a table back in the main hall learning about each other’s lives inside and out

the conversation felt so natural between the two of you, you normally wouldn't feel this inclined to share so much about your personal life

joshua noticed your hesitation at first, but he was so understanding and never tried to get anything out of you. he kept reassuring you that it was ok! no pressure! I just wanna take in as much as you’ll let me have of you

it was nice to confide in him, it made you feel like you could trust him with any of your secrets

you didn’t even notice that a few hours had passed since you started talking, it wasn’t until joshua pointed out that most of the people had left that you looked around

you both gathered your things and walked out of the venue together, your brain still buzzing with all the new things you learned about him

he wanted to take you home and you were jumping at the chance to do it until you remembered that your car was there- you didn’t want to let him down but he quickly reassured you that it was fine

“it’s okay, we probably shouldn’t have sex on the first date anyways” he replied and it made you laugh so hard.. like ok he’s very funny too?

“so this was a date then?” you messed with him just to hear his response

“yeah of course!” the way his face lit up oh my god you could have screamed!!! so cute!

you exchanged goodbyes and you began to walk away until you felt his hand on yours

he pulled you closer until your lips connected and it felt like you had never been apart

he was so gentle with you yet so passionate, it seemed like he was making up for lost time- it was all so tender and you couldn't help but smile at how sweet it all was

he pulled away from the kiss and quietly asked you why you were smiling, a tiny smile played on his lips

your cheeks were flushed red... you could barely even look at him! much less reply!! you just put your hands over your face instead

he gave a little fake gasp of shock like omg!! he knew you were shy but not this much!! but he thought it was so adorable, it took everything in him to not kiss you again

he heard you giggle, he pried your hands off your face slowly and you made eye contact again, he whispered "why are you so cute" and AAAA it made you melt even more

he didn't have to be so patient with you but he was. it made you regret not giving each other a chance before

and oh god you hate thinking about all the kisses he could’ve given you in the time you've been apart.

but fate brought joshua to you now for a reason, so why question the timing?

as he sent you off to your car with a small wave and a smile, you knew that you couldn’t imagine your life without knowing how things turned out with joshua hong <3

#SCREECH this one was so fluffy. where tf is my joshua i'm sick to my stomach #heartkyeom #joshua imagine #joshua reactions #joshua hong #joshua fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen #seventeen x reader #joshua x reader

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deepestfancloud · 2 years

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Mark My Territory – Rafe Cameron

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Author’s note/ Summery: Rafe and y/n having yacht sex and blurry pap pics get out

Warnings: Face spitting, Anal, Dominant Rafe, Pain kink, Humiliation kink, Degrading talk, Mentions of other fetishes and lots of hardcore brutal smut with an appetizer of angst

Rafe has always been depicted as a ‘womanizer’, a lady killer and all other words for it, yet the people who actually have dated him know truly he’s a romantic. He isn’t a man who only flirts to get his cock sucked then leaves, he’s not a serial cheater or big ladies man. He’s truly a deeply caring, loving man and Y/n was lucky enough to be his and experience that.

Yet she couldn’t deny, if Rafe had one flaw within relationships it was his undeniable jealousy that could worm it’s way into his mind when he felt someone was getting a little too friendly with his girl. The man was protective and admittedly a bit possessive of his girlfriends, and while it could be appropriate at times it also could be an argument starter at other, however to y/n- angry, possessive Rafe was more sexy than scary. Sometimes she may or may not bite back when he tells her who she belongs to, who’s boss and maybe, just maybe she does it to see him get riled up and take the extra step to show her that she belongs to him.

Right now, Y/n has found herself in possessive Rafe’s fit, they were on a little get away vacation and currently on a Yacht sailing on Bahamas waters. It was beautiful and peaceful, yet tempers rose when Rafe thought the man who delivered the booze for the bar was getting a bit too cheeky with his girl.

Y/n though didn’t really notice his behavior as flirty, so it wasn’t like she was reciprocating it in the slightest, but she may or may not be pushing a few of Rafe’s buttons to see him get all bossy and protective over her. Usually that ends with good rough sex, sloppy, dirty and so fucking hot.

“Rafe! It’s not a big fucking deal why are you so mad?! He’s not even here anymore! I didn’t pay attention it’s not like when he tried to flirt, I whipped my tits out for him. God you’re being annoying.”

She was putting her sassy bratty act on, one she knew often didn’t end well for her- or rather her windpipe and cervix- both of which typically end up bruised and sore from his hand wrapped around her throat and his cock purposely smashing into it just because he knows how bad it can hurt- and bad girls need to be punished. Sometimes punishment hurts.

“Don’t talk back to me Y/n. The dude was practically eye fucking you, and you didn’t stop it! And showing him your tits? Really? You mentioning exposing yourself, why? Were you thinking about doing it? That top barely cover’s you so how do I know you weren’t trying to sneak him an eye full when my back was turned?”

His tone was daring, deep and serious. He wasn’t playing around, he was like a dog protecting his territory. When he saw Y/n roll her eyes he marched towards her, his body towered over hers and his glare was threatening. The girl stood her ground though, wanting to see just how far she could push it.

“Oh shut up! You act like I dropped to my knees for that guy! Rafe do you hear yourself? The man was like 70! If laying his eyes on a pretty young woman made his day, then I don’t care. It’s not like I was handing the geezer Viagra so he could get it up for me when you were in another room. Shut the fuck up already, I want to enjoy myself.”

She flipped him off before hopping into the pool, letting her entire body submerge to try and cool off her frustrated body. She didn’t have the patience for his tough guy act right now, he was being ridiculous.

When she made it back to the surface of the water she swam towards the railing on the side of the pool, leaning her body against the glass while she floated in the water, her peaceful swim was soon interrupted by a body forcing hers to turn around. Rafe was standing in the pool, chest to chest with his girlfriend and he was not fucking happy with her. His eyebrows raised while he pinched her chin between his fore finger and thumb forcing her to look back at him.

“You think that little attitude you pulled back there was cute? Let me give yeh a little refresher since you seem to have forgotten important information.”

She then felt his free hand grope her left breast, roughly so the pain forced her to notice the area and pay attention to the body part-

“These tits, belong to me. No one else should be able to get a good view at them, it seems you’ve forgotten that. And this-“

the man brought his hand up to cradle the back of her head, tugging her hair harshly before continuing

“- head, should only be thinking about my fucking cock. The thought of another guys dick, no matter if they’re an old creep like him, should never be inside that pretty little head of yours. You use that pretty brain to think about me. That pretty face is for me to look at, kiss, fuck and use as my cum rag. Or have you forgotten that as well?”

When she only answered with big doe eyes getting into her submissive state under his spell of filth he took an opportunity to yank her locks yet again and raise an eyebrow.

“You gonna answer me, or are you going to keep looking at me like a brain dead whore that only I can make you?”

A muted whimpered moan came from her mouth before she spoke,

“Belong to you, I’m yours Rafe.” Her throat suddenly felt a bit dry, words coming out a tad bit sandy which the man noticed.

“Wha’s the matter? Throat gone dry? Yea?-“ Y/n nodded never letting their gazes part

“-here, let me help.” He used the fingers latched on her chin to force her mouth open, collecting his saliva before spitting it directly into her mouth with a filthy aggressive ‘spat’ noise. He kept his gaze on his spit as he watched it slide down her throat seeing the muscles constrict when she swallowed it fully, a desperate whine coming out of her next.

“Still thirsty, love? Throat still dry? Open-“ she complied immediately, sticking her tongue out and letting him project another collection of spit into her mouth before deciding to get filthy with her, dribbling little bits of spit on her still out tongue seeing some drip onto her chin which gave him another prompting to really make her feel dirty like her behavior was asking for, he pulled back closing her mouth for her and spat directly onto her face.

Y/n gasped a bit, of course her and Rafe had done every dirty thing you can imagine. Vanilla was not in their vocabulary when it came to sex, they’d done everything from voyeurism and taboo roleplays to experimenting with knives and pee play, so this wasn’t the first time he’s spit on her face, she just wasn’t expecting it that time. Rafe had watched as it started to roll from her nose and drip, her tongue darting back out of her mouth to collect the falling spit swallowing it greedily.

“I think you’re starting to remember how things work aren’t ya? You’re my little girl, you even drink from me don’t yeh? Let’s do some more refreshing, this right here-“ Rafe’s large palm migrated to cup her bikini covered cunt giving it a harsh squeeze making sure to pinch her lips between his fingers for a little bit of pain added to the grip.

“-this darling little cock sleeve, also is mine. I own your pussy, sweetheart. Now let’s hear you say it, go on use that little brain for me”

Y/n was practically a puddle of mush at this point. She loved being roughed up, degraded and treated rather harshly during sex. She loved when he’d participate in that kink of hers since Rafe himself thinks very highly of women, so he’s not often giving her the full ‘you’re a stupid fuck doll’ treatment. This was a treat for her, getting him so riled up he was being extra rough even verbally.

“I belong to Rafe, my body is yours.” A needy whimper followed her words, hands holding onto his flexed biceps just needing to feel her man, his dominance amplifying her needy nature and submissive tendencies. The man cooed at her, giving her a little smile.

“Good girl, now what else do yeh need to say to me? hmm?”

“I’m sorry for being bad, I love you Rafe” her lips puckered for a kiss, getting a few simple pecks from him as a reward yet she wanted more. Rafe knew that fact, but he wasn’t going to cave that easily. She needed to really understand he wasn’t fucking around this time and those snotty comments about flashing herself and mentioned the old guys dick wouldn’t fly, not at all.

“I love you too, darling. I accept your apology, but you’re not off the hook yet. You were very naughty; you know better than to even mention another man getting to see what belongs to me. I don’t want to hear anything like the mess you said earlier, ever come from your mouth again. Understood?” Y/n quickly agreed, nodding her head with a ‘yes sir’ wondering where things would go from here.

“Good, now that we’re on the same page I think it’s time to move onto the consequences you’ll be facing for your behavior. Turn around.”

The girl did what she was told, the sun now starting to set as she pressed her front into the side of the pool both of their bodies still submerged in the water. She was wondering what was to come, the thrill of being outdoors already surging through her and the anticipation of what’s next was killing her.

“You were awfully rude to me, kitten. Not happy with you, so I think you’re going to get your ass fucked.”

Y/n felt her eyes go wide, she’d talked to Rafe before about acceptable punishments and what she wants to receive depending on what she did. During that conversation she’d mentioned anal, but that was reserved for if she was really bad. So, she knew she must have really fucking pissed him off. The girl chose anal as a severe punishment because she couldn’t come from it, and it was always painful for her but since she had a major pain kink, she put it on the table of options after trying it with an ex and discovering how the sensation was a punishing one for her body.

Her head turned to look behind her, Rafe flicking his eyes from the top of her spine down to where the water distorted the image of her bum.

“You made me very upset, kitten. Hurt my feelings, acted like a bitch. I deserve to get off, you don’t. Going to use that tight little tight hole to teach you a lesson, and as my own personal masturbation tool for the evening. If you’re a good girl and don’t complain, I might make you feel good in the morning.”

The objectification while very much offensive in a normal setting, was unbelievably hot in this sexual one. She knew that cruel of dirty talk wasn’t for everyone, but she loved it. She loved being treated like an object after she’d been bad. She enjoyed it when Rafe would use her mouth like a masturbation toy while he watched porn, not even acknowledging her when she’d been a bad girl at other times. She loved when he’d humiliate her by having her hump her pillow in front of him, somehow able to control his body enough to stay soft while he watched her so the only thing, she saw was his flaccid cock making her feel like a dirty girl who couldn’t get him up. It was all consensual and had been talked about.

Of course, she loved soft Rafe too, the delicate slow way he’d lick her cunt, the loving thrusts and making love for hours on end. She loved every version of Rafe in the bedroom, but right now she was getting dominant Rafe and while she knew she was about to feel like she was being split in two by his cock ramming inside her ass, she was still going to love every surge of pain going through her lower half while he moaned filthy things into her ear. The fact she could get him to cum without herself getting pleasure was a strangely erotic thing for her.

Rafe’s hands brought her back from her train of thought, his fingers making quick work of her bottoms letting them untie and float off somewhere in the pool whilst he turned his attention back to her body. His large palms groped at her ass, nails digging into the plump flesh as he pulled her cheeks apart every few gropes letting the cold pool water touch the opening, the sensation making her flinch slightly at first before she started getting used to the ripples of water touching a taboo place on her body.

She felt his chest press into her bare back, face tucking into her neck as he used his teeth to tug the ties of her bikini top undone, the fabric giving way to leave her completely bare in the water. She hopes to god there isn’t a group full of paparazzi with night vision cameras up in trees or fucking hang gliding around the boat because she doesn’t think her mom would appreciate seeing her daughter in the tabloids getting railed by her boyfriend.

His damp hair tickled the bare skin of her shoulder, his lips resting on the shell of her ear while he spoke.

“Don’t you dare scream, you know the safe word if yeh need to use it. Got it? No screaming, and don’t start the tears either. Be a big girl, not gonna go easy on ya’ this time princess. This fucking is for me.”

When she felt his tip start to push against her puckered hole she did everything she could to try and keep her body relaxed so it wouldn’t be nearly as much of a struggle. One of his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her still while his other hand was gripping the tip of his cock using his knuckles to keep her ass pried open a bit to put himself inside the impossibly tight hole just begging to be torn to shreds.

Her jaw clenched with her fists as he managed to ease the tip of his cock through her puckered star, her anal muscles clamping down almost painfully tight on his cock while he gripped her hips and shoved her back on him burying himself so far inside the girl he swears his tip was banging into another organ inside the girls belly. A deep groan ripped its way through Rafe’s throat, the sensation was overwhelming and the power he held in his dominant role made every fiber of his being feel like it had been ignited.

He swears he could feel the blood running through his veins, hear his eyes blinking and was hyper aware of every limb and appendage he had, his cock being the part of himself that was screaming with stimulation as he massaged himself with the inner muscles of his girl. Y/n wanted to feel ashamed at how she was getting off on the pain, not feeling anywhere close to cumming or real sexual stimulation that was pleasurable, but a mental erotic feeling. The knowledge that Rafe was using her body to get off, and punish her at the same time made her mentally so turned on she knew she was adding the natural slick pouring from her peach into the water, she hopes chlorine can mask the scent of pussy juice and semen or else she’ll feel a bit sorry for the pool boy who might be fishing out the spillage of Rafe’s cum into the water the next morning.

“Jesus Y/n Christ baby, your little ass is so fuckin’ tight feel like yeh might rip my cock off…fuckin’ hell I’m close. Gonna bust so deep inside you, you’ll be seeing parts of me coming out of you for days. My slutty little girl likes to be stuffed full of my cum doesn’t she?” Y/n moaned simply at his words alone, responding with a pitiful

‘yes sir, I love you’ to his accusation.

“Aw, I know you do. Like when I use yeh like a cum rag, like to feel my sperm leaking out of you. You’re such a disgusting little girl, aren’t you? Aren’t you? Nod your head, yes you are!”

Y/n let out a pained grunt mixed with a titillated moan, nodding furiously at her boyfriend’s words.

“Yes! Yes, I’m a nasty girl, only for you. Fuck Rafe, I’m yours.” She sounded pathetic, utterly pitiful, and dirty. And they both fucking loved it. Rafe could feel himself nearing completion, his stamina becoming weaker and his body begging to spurt his seed into the girl and with a few more harsh thrusts leaving a lingering burn to her bottom he filled her bowel with hot, sticky ribbons of his cum.

Every bit of semen held inside his contracting balls was being unloaded into her beautiful quivering body, her nipples hard as rocks between his toying fingers and her stomach slightly distended with the pressure of his dick inside her. The sight was filthy, almost offensively so. Something you see only on the dirtiest if porn sites, ones only the most depraved kinky bastards go to, Y/n was his own little hardcore porn star in this pool, and he’d never felt more primally turned on in his life.

He slowly removed himself from her, certain that without the barrier of water the exit would have made a delicious ‘pop’ when the tip of his meat finally retreated from the hole. Y/n was now catching her breath, legs shaking under the water from the forced stretch of her lower muscles her body trying to regain its composure as her boyfriend pulled his swim trunks back over his genitals and turned her to face him pressing her naked body into his.

“Think I can trust you not to be so bad anymore?” His voice was no longer as gruff, he was slowly turning back into his normal self. Y/n gave him a tired nod, kissing his butterfly and hugging him tight.

“Well let’s hope for your sake I can, but for my sake I wouldn’t mind getting to abuse your ass again if you chose to misbehave like that again.”

#rafe #rafe cameron #rafe fic #rafe imagine #rafe x reader #rafe smut #drew #drew starkey #Outer Banks #rafe cameron outer banks #outer banks imagine #rafe x you #outer banks fanfiction

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shy-marker-pliers · 2 years

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Hello! First I'd like to say that I love your writing! You write everyone's character so well! I was wondering if you could do a funny jigen/gang x reader where Y/N is extraordinarily strong? And maybe a crumpet or Jigen's reaction to them picking him up?

omg thank you! :D

and of course i can!

lupgang with a strong s/o (focus on jigen)

Lupin:

pic above is basically his reaction whenever you carry heavy stuff around

*tucks hair behind ear* wow i sure hope a handsome and/or beautiful thief named (y/n) doesn’t lift me up in their big strong arms!! oh nooooo…. 👁🫦👁

*like that one song from part 1* Loopan….he’s a Nice Man….

it would probably take a little while for him (and the rest of the gang) to find out, unless you spend your spare time walking around and picking up random heavy shit lol

the way he’d find out would probably be on a heist! maybe he’s carrying a big ol’ bag of gold and stuff (and struggling because…look at this man’s noodle arms) and you just…”oh, lemme take that for you lup!” y o i n k

his ass goes 😳🫶

latches onto you like a parasite at every opportunity (it gets to the point where he gets grompy if he has to walk around the house)

if this man ever sprains his ankle or something i pray for you because he’s gonna be your backpack the entire time

literally says “AWOOGA” out loud if you ever flex while wearing smth that shows off ur muscles

you’ll have to carry him away if anybody ever talks bad abt how strong you are because he can and will bite

all of this goes double if you’re a lady btw. lupin likes a woman who can kick his ass. in fact he’d thank her if she did

Goemon:

^ actual footage of him leaping into your window to challenge you as soon as he hears abt your strength

tbh i feel like goe would be the first to find out because he has chronic I Need To Be Better Than Everyone At Everything syndrome so he’d immediately try to fight you to see ur skill level n shi

goemons area of expertise lies in agility and speed so your defo be able to beat him at like…arm wrestling or smth. which would annoy him severely

no talk him, he angy

ngl he’d be like…super passive aggressive about it at first. like; “well, you may have won for now, but zantetsuken is a far better weapon than anyone’s bare hands, no matter how strong they may be. i would ultimately be the victor in combat. but being strong is cool too, so yknow whatever-“

“but what if you didn’t have zantetsuken?” *silence* *’plap plap’ sound of sandaled feet speed walking away from the conversation*

he eventually learns to appreciate it tho. having someone strong on the team means that he has to carry fewer things, which gives him easier access to zantetsuken (and he wouldn’t be mad if maybe you just so happened to pick him up and pull him away from oncoming danger…i GUESS 🙄)

ur his favorite person to train with 😌

acts like he’s better than u but if anyone ever implies that you’re inferior in some way he goes into a spiel about how there r many different kinds of strength and every warrior needs to have a different set of skills to make their team equipped for anything

“goe he just said that i couldn’t beat him in a race please chill out-“

“yes babe your swordsmanship will definitely strike fear into the hearts of your enemies now will you please come back to bed it’s thrEE IN THE MORNING-“

he’s in the same boat as lupin when it comes to strong ladies btw. he won’t admit it but on the inside he’s just GRR BARK BARK WOOF AWOOGA HUMMINA HUMMINA

Jigen:

when y. um- y. when the um uhh me wh- HHHH. the- when you um- HHHHNGH

tbh jigen is usually focused on his own thing during heists, so itd probably take him a while to notice just how stronk you are

he’d totally sneak a peek at ur muscles every now and then tho. mans weak for buff ppl. i mean have you seen his exes???

bridal carry him at every opportunity 🙏 he will be so happi

“hmph i can walk by myself yknow…but i GUESS you can keep carrying me if you really wanna….but not cuz i like it or anything grr”

my dude has never been great at verbally expressing his feelings so even if y’all have known each other for a long time he still won’t outright ASK to be held/carried. what he usually does is (A) complain about back or knee pain until you ‘offer’ to carry him or (B) say that he’s too lazy to get up from the couch so someone (you) will have to carry him to the fiat or wherever.

like lupin, if he ever injures his leg he’s gonna milk it for AGES. totally denies it tho

“ughh damn my ankle is killing me i don’t think i ca-“

“jigen, if it is that much of an issue i’d be able to carry you.”

“no goemon i’m fine but thanks. oof owww ouch”

“h-“ “well (y/n) since you offered-“

whenever you walk around carrying heavy things he’s just like

totally zones out watching you whenever you show off your strength. gets all red too heheh

lupin and fujiko tease him relentlessly but all he needs to calm down is a (y/n) hug where you pick him up

pretends to fall asleep in the car so you’ll pick him up and carry him to his bed

i’m conclusion: he’s down bad

#arsene lupin iii #ishikawa goemon xiii #goemon ishikawa #daisuke jigen #lupgang #lupgang x reader #lupin iii #lupin the 3rd #jigen daisuke #monkey punch #imagines #my writing #requested

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readyforthegarden · 2 years

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can you do the “our “almost” will always haunt me” with jake?? I NEED A REALLY PAINFUL ANGST WITH him

pretty pleaaaaseeee

this was pretty painful for me, because i really love happy endings, so i hope this is angsty enough for you, friend! Let's have a nice pic of Jake to set the mood, shall we?

The party had been in full swing for just over an hour now, and Jake watched as you flitted about, playing the perfect hostess. He admired the way you effortlessly weaved in and out of social groups, refreshing drinks and passing out hor’devours, laughing at all the right times. How your golden yellow sun dress fit you perfectly clinging to all the right places, and don’t think he didn’t notice you were wearing the diamond earrings he’d gotten you as a sweet sixteen present nearly a decade ago. Jake noticed it all. Your eyes connected across the living room as you were speaking to Danny and his girlfriend, and even though he’d known you since the second grade, your smile still took his breath away.

“Dude, you’re getting a little creepy.” Jake jumped, startled by his little brother, Sam, who was eating a cocktail cherry off its stem. Jake rolled his eyes as he calmed down. “You guys should just fuck and get it over with.”

“Sam.” Jake shot him a glare that would’ve withered anyone else. “First of all, already have, and second…It’s not like that. Besides, she’s got a-“

“She’s got a boyfriend, I know, I know.” Sam rolled his eyes. Jake lost himself in the memory of his first heartbreak. The two of you had tried dating while in college, but with Jake leaving all the time for different shows, and finally touring, you’d decided to end things. Jake had been upset, but always knew you two would end up together, so he didn’t mind. He still was your best friend, and would eagerly offer to take you thrifting or go to the museum with you. The day his heart first started truly to break was after the actual breakup, on one of those Saturday thrifting days.

The two of you had hit the jackpot with some old clothes and Jake even managed to find a few records for his collection. You had suggested smoothies to celebrate, and as you were leaving, sipping on the fruity concoction in the styrofoam cup, you’d bumped into someone.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” you gasped, holding out your hands. Luckily you hadn’t spilled any of your drink, but Jake hid a smile at your flustered, embarrassed face.

“It’s cool, no harm done.” the man said, looking down at you and smiling. “Holy shit, Y/N?” Your eyes were wide as you studied the man in front of you. “It’s Trent, from Camp-“

“Camp Hidden Creek!” you finished. “Wow, it’s so good to see you! It’s been so long, like what? Eight years? I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you at first.”

“It’s okay, I was almost didn’t think it was you, but I’d know those eyes anywhere.” Trent chuckled. “Although there’s a lot less eyeliner around them these days.”

“Oh my god, shut up!” you laughed. Jake sipped his smoothie loudly behind you, beginning to feel like a third wheel. “Oh, I’m sorry. Trent, this is Jake. Jake, Trent and I used to go to summer camp together when were were kids.”

“I caught that.” Jake laughed, extending his free hand. “Nice to meet you, Trent.”

“Same, it’s nice to be able to put a face to the infamous Jake I heard so much about.” Both young men watched humorously as your cheeks reddened further.

“Are you in town for business or something? I thought you lived in Indiana.” you asked, redirecting the conversation. Trent nodded.

“My company relocated me here permanently.” he answered, shrugging.

“That’s awesome! We should have dinner together and catch up.” Jake started picking at the label on the side of his cup while you pulled out your phone, exchanging numbers with Trent. You smiled up at him, locking with his bright blue eyes. “It was really nice to see you, Trent!”

“Yeah, you too.” he smiled, holding eye contact a little too long for Jake’s taste. He cleared his throat and Trent’s smiled beamed towards him. “Good to meet you, Jake.”

“Yeah, you too.” Trent went inside the smoothie shop and Jake began walking, hearing you chase behind as you were focused on adding Trent’s contact info.

“How bizarre was that?!” you hummed to yourself, as Jake shrugged. “God, he’s still so cute. All the girls had humongous crushes on him at camp.”

“Did you?” Jake raised an eyebrow, and it was your turn to shrug.

“I’ll admit that I thought he was pretty cute.” you confessed as you took another sip of your own drink. “But all the time I was at camp, I was so helplessly in love with you, I really barely noticed anyone else.” Jake held back the grin he wanted to plaster on his face as you both continued to walk, his hand bumping into yours every now and then.

“Yo, earth to Jake.” Sam waved a hand in front of his older brothers face, making Jake come back to reality.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom for a minute.” Jake handed Sam his drink and moved away through the crowd. Memories beginning to flood him now. Shortly after that Saturday, Jake had left for a small, month-long tour. When he got back, he’d been surprised to see that you and Trent had been hanging out a lot. He’d figured that it was just a kind gesture of you to exchange numbers with him, but as long as Jake got his own time with you, he was fine. As Jake shut the bathroom door behind him and twisted the lock, he remembered more.

One night at the bar, Jake had excused himself for a cigarette break, Sam following right behind him. They had been waiting for you to get there before really starting the party, and as they stood out front and smoked, they heard a familiar giggle. Jake’s head turned to see you walking towards them, holding hands with Trent, smiling as he bent down to whisper in your ear and press a kiss to your temple. Jake stayed quiet that night, but thankfully his obnoxious little brother was at the ready, shooting questions to you as soon as Trent went to the bar to order drinks for the table.

“Sooo, what’s going on?” Sam’s eyebrows wiggled as he glanced between you and the tall man at the bar. You smiled bashfully and shrugged.

“We’re kinda dating?” you supplied, avoiding Jake’s gaze. “We met up for dinner after we saw each other that one day, and then we just kept going out and then a week ago, he kissed me. And I kissed him, and now we’re just seeing where things go, I guess.”

“Well, as long as he’s a gentleman and treats you right.” Sam’s eyes narrowed at Trent’s broad shoulders.

“Sam, he’s wonderful.” you laughed. “No need to puff out your non-existent chest, okay?”

“Listen babe,” Sam pointed one of his long fingers at you. “He fucks up one time, you let me know. I’ll get Danny to help me kick his ass.”

“I’ll do it too.” Jake spoke up for the first time since you’d arrived. “You deserve the world.”

“Thanks guys.” you smiled at both of them as Trent approached with a handful of drinks.

Jake ran the cold water for a minute before splashing some in his face. His stomach was starting to churn as another memory pulled itself into view.

Eight months later, he was knocking on your front door, he’d been home from another tour for a few days and hadn’t seen or heard much of you. It was 8am and you hadn’t answered his texts all night, and he wanted to check on you. It wasn’t like you to go radio-silent like that. Jake knocked again, louder this time, and heard a clamor in the house, and the sounds of frantic, barefeet padding against the hardwood on the other side.

“Jake!” you breathed when you opened the door. “H-Hey what’s up?” Jake took in your messy appearance, the wrinkled, oversized t-shirt you were wearing, your hair unkempt, like you’d been sleeping. Yet your face was rosy and eyes wide awake.

“You didn’t answer your phone last night.” Jake shrugged. “I wanted to come by and see if you were okay.”

“My phone?” you furrowed your brows, looking behind you towards the living room. “Jake, I’m sorry. To be honest, I have no clue where my phone is right now.” you giggled and shook your head. “It’s sweet of you to come by. I’m okay, I promise.”

“Hey babe, I’m out of my body wash, do you mind if I use some of yours?” Trent appeared behind you, and Jake’s stomach dropped to his feet. Trent was dripping water, a towel wrapped around his hips loosely. It wasn’t hard to also notice scratch marks on his chest. “Oh, hey Jake, back from a tour?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to stop by and see Y/N.” Jake nodded as Trent came closer, stopping right behind you. “She wasn’t answering her phone, so I got a little worried.”

“That’s my bad, bro.” Trent chuckled. “We had a no phones movie night last night. This one is addicted to social media.”

“I am not!” you protested as he teased you. “You’re dripping all over my floors. I bought you another body wash, it’s under the sink in the bathroom.”

“You’re amazing, babe.” Trent leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips before nodding at Jake and heading back towards the bathroom. Jake internally groaned as he noticed fading scratches on his back too.

“Well since you’re okay, I guess I’ll head home.” Jake sighed. You frowned.

“I was just going to make some breakfast. Why don’t you stay? I miss you, Jake.”

“Nah, I have to meet up with Josh in a little bit anyway.” Jake lied through his teeth. “But maybe we can hang out later?”

“I’ll make sure to find my phone today and we can make some plans.” You didn’t care if you weren’t wearing pants. You stepped out of the doorway and wrapped your arms around your friends neck, hugging him tight. Jake’s arms wound around your waist. He tried his best to ignore the faint smell of another mans cologne on your skin, just enjoying the embrace.

After taking a few more minutes to dry his face and collect his thoughts, Jake exited the bathroom, walking down your hallway and back to the party. He paused in front of a photo collage. In the center was a photo of you, Danny and the Kiszka’s as teens, the summer yourself, Josh and Jake graduated high school. It was a camping trip, and all of you kids had sat on an old wooden picnic table, Danny, Sam and Ronnie down front on the bench. You were sandwiched between Josh and Jake, your arms around their shoulders, grinning so happily at Mrs. Kiszka, your second mother, behind the camera.

“That was the best trip.” your voice was quiet as you sidled up next to Jake. “I think about it all the time, honestly. We all had so much fun that week. I’ll never forget when that lizard was in Josh’s sleeping back. He freaked out so much.”

“Yeah, that was pretty amazing.” Jake chuckled with you. He was about to say something else, when Trent appeared.

“Hey babe, I’m ready.” he said, giving Jake nothing more than a small glance.

“Oh okay.” you turned to Jake. “C’mon.” he followed the two of you to the living room, where Trent made his way to the middle of the party. He picked up an empty wine glass and tapped a tiny fork on it, getting everyone’s attention. Jake found his brothers, standing with them as everyone watched Trent set the glass down.

“First off, on behalf of Y/N and myself, we want to thank everyone for coming out tonight.” his deep voice boomed around the room. “We’re all so thankful to have such amazing friends and family.” he glanced down at you, standing by his side and you smiled, nodding. “And we couldn’t think of a better way to tell you this. A week ago this very evening, I asked the woman beside me, the most beautiful, wonderful, smart and caring woman in the world, to be my wife. Folks, she said yes!”

Jake’s face dropped. His ears buzzed loudly, drowning out the excited shouts of friends and family, and he felt sick as you raised up your left hand, showing off the diamonds and grinning. How had he not noticed that before? Were you even wearing it all night? Jake grabbed onto Josh’s arm as they watched their own mother rush forward, congratulating you and pressing excited kisses all over your face.

“I think I need some air.” Jake choked out as Josh and Sam tried to talk to him. Jake hurried past all the well-wishers, hoping to go unnoticed as he threw the back door open and stepped outside into the cool night air. He gripped the railing of your back deck, a place that used to bring him comfort after partying too hard at your house, or his early morning smoke break when you were still asleep in your bed, waiting for him to come back and keep the sheets warm.

In just over a year, your life had changed so much. When Jake had talked about proposing to you, you’d told him you weren’t ready for that commitment, that him leaving all the time was too much to deal with in a marriage. He figured you were just nervous, and that after he gave you some time and space, you’d realize the two of you were meant to be. Instead, it pushed you into the arms of someone else.

“I thought I’d find you out there.” Jake was on his second cigarette when you came outside, pulling on a cardigan sweater to fight the chill. “Smoke break?”

“You could say that.” Jake watched as you stood next to him, leaning on the railing with your forearms. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” you nodded. “I wanted to tell you sooner, so it didn’t blindside you. But the party got so busy so quick, and then once I found you alone, it was time for announcement.” Jake nodded, exhaling smoke from the corner of his mouth.

“I thought you weren’t ready for marriage.” Jake mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with you. “That’s what you said to me, when I tried asking you.”

“Jake-“

“No, why can you marry this dude you’ve been dating for just a year, but you couldn’t marry me, who you’ve known your whole life?” Jake turned to you, his brown eyes searing into your skin. “You and I have loved each other for so much longer. Tell me you still don’t love me, Y/N.” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as Jake unleashed his pent-up fury at the whole situation.

“There will always be a part of me that loves you, Jake. You were my first crush, my first kiss..first everything.” you sniffled, trying to ignore the burning feeling in your nostrils as you fought to keep the tears from spilling. “But you and I want different things from life. We’d never work in the long run.”

“I want you!” Jake tossed his cigarette to the floor, stomping it out and leaving a mark on the tan wood. “What else matters?”

“Jake, I want a partner!” you cried. “I want someone who will be there when I wake up in the morning, and someone who will be there when I go to bed. I want a family, with a father who won’t miss birthdays and holidays or soccer and t-ball or ballet because they’re out traveling the world and leaving us behind.”

“I’ve told you, I will give everything up for you, if that’s what you want.” Jake argued back.

“I don’t! I don’t want you to give up your dreams to make me happy!” the tears were spilling down your face freely now, and you patted your cheeks with the sleeve of your cardigan, trying not to ruin your makeup. “I couldn’t live with myself if you gave up your music for me. And I know you wouldn’t be happy. Trent is a good man. He’s kind and takes care of me, and he’s here. I love him, Jake. And I’m going to marry him, and start living the life I’ve wanted.” Jake’s eyes were now filling with tears. “One day, you are going to find a woman who is going to knock you off your feet. She’s going to be able to handle the lifestyle you have and want, and when that happens, I hope you forget all about me. I hope you’re so head over heels in love with her that you can’t remember a day without her.”

“I could never forget you.” Jake croaked, his voice thick from emotion. You smiled sadly.

“Maybe not. But one day I’ll be running around chasing kids, and you’ll be jet-setting to another country. We’ll have little to nothing in common anymore. I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” Jake closed the small gap between the two of you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I will never, ever forget you.” he whispered into your ear. “Our ‘almost’ will always haunt me.” Jake pressed a kiss into your hair, and you lied to yourself, telling yourself that you didn’t lean into his touch like you always have, craving more. You gathered yourself and pushed away from him, once again patting your cheeks and under eye, making sure your makeup was still in place. Giving Jake one last sad smile, you went back inside rejoining the engagement party, disappearing from his arms for the very last time.

#writing prompt blurb #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka #jake gvf #greta van fleet

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seijorhi · 3 years

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No Strings Attached

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Bokuto Koutarou x female reader

TW Age gap, power imbalance, manipulation, toxic behaviour, nsfw(ish)

Three months ago, you would have laughed at the very idea of having a sugar daddy.

Then again, three months ago you were still living with your boyfriend and had a steady paycheck coming in every week. You can blame losing the latter on bad luck and an asshole boss, but the former-

You knew your relationship with your ex was far from perfect, but coming home from losing said job to find him buried balls deep in your next door neighbour was a bit of a slap in the face.

Needless to say, in the space of a few days you were out a job, a boyfriend and an apartment. Which, somewhat inevitably, led to you being six wines deep, slumped over your best friend’s bed, sobbing over the wreckage of the life you’d built, suddenly ripped out from beneath you.

You can’t really remember whose idea it was, only giggling drunkenly between yourselves as Misuzu set up your ‘sugar baby’ profile. “Shh, no this is gonna be great,” she’d said, hitting at the hands that tried to grab back your phone. “Meet some hot rich old dude, ride a little dick, let him shower you in cash; all your problems? Poof, sorted!”

And even with the heady, rose tinted haze of your wine fuelled inebriation, you knew that it was just a joke, a bit of stupid fun born more out of an attempt to cheer you up than a viable plan to get the tattered remains of your life back on track. Calling some old creepy dude ‘daddy’ and pretending to love him (not to mention the whole letting him fuck you thing) just for a little money wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time.

Plus, you were fairly sure that you weren’t what most people had in mind when they thought ‘sugar baby’. It wasn’t ever meant to be anything serious, just dumb, drunken fun with your friend.

So when you woke the next day a little after mid morning with a head full of regrets and a pounding headache, the last thing you expected was to find a message from BigDaddyKou82 waiting for you, better sense told you to ignore it.

Honestly, you didn’t really want a sugar daddy, your love life was enough of a mess without throwing in a power imbalance like that.

You should have ignored the message, deleted it or shot him a quick reply politely explaining that you weren’t interested so you could put it out of your mind, and you would have-

If Misuzu hadn’t caught sight of the message first, snatching the phone out of your hand with a gleeful shriek.

—

If you’ve learned anything in these past months, it’s that Bokuto Koutarou doesn’t do anything by half measures. So when he tells you he’s booked dinner for the two of you at an upscale restaurant in the city, you should have expected the package that’s hand delivered right to the door of your shitty little apartment. The dress is beautiful, expensive - though you could tell that just from the elegant matte black box wrapped in golden ribbon it arrives in. It’s exactly his style; short, revealing and just dancing along the edge of impropriety, not that that’ll bother him in the slightest.

But it is gorgeous, and loathe as you are to admit it, it flatters you well.

It’s not the first time that he’s bought you clothes, your tiny closet’s almost overflowing with pieces he’s gifted you. He likes seeing you in the things he’s bought, sometimes a little too much, you think. But you’ve learned it’s better just to go along with it - he gets this wide eyed, beaming grin whenever he sees you dressed in the pretty things he’s bought you, and the sight of it never fails to make your cheeks heat, warmth curling in your stomach.

The dress was not unexpected. The soft, lacy lingerie that comes in the accompanying box, on the other hand - that was new.

And of course, you barely have time to unwrap your gift when your phone flashes to life, an incoming call from the man himself.

“D’ya like it?”

The giddy excitement in his voice is unmistakable, and if you close your eyes you can picture the look on his face - golden eyes all hooded and hungry, that glittering, eager grin he wears when the two of you are out in public but his mind’s occupied with all the filthy, wonderful things he wants to do to you the moment you’re alone.

Not that he’s ever that patient.

“Um, it’s…” Fingers tentatively reach into the tissue paper, pulling the sheer, lacy bra out, warmth blossoming in your cheeks. The matching panties - a tiny scrap of lace held together with bows and thin black straps - really aren’t much better. Like the dress, the lingerie is clearly well made, probably cost more than your weekly rent, and the delicate set is arguably gorgeous (you can’t even argue his taste), but–

“You’re gonna wear it for me tonight, right, baby?”

It’s not really a question; of course you will, because you always do. You would have thought by now that you’d be used to the gifts he showers you in.

“Yeah, but Kou, you really didn’t have to spend all this money on me. Dinner’s enough,” you tell him, setting the lingerie back down.

Dinner, and everything else for that matter.

A chuckle echoes down the line. “But I like spoiling my girl. Like buying you pretty things,” his voice dips, “like tearing ‘em off you afterwards, too.”

And despite all the apprehension curled up inside of you, a shiver of excitement runs down your spine.

—

“So…” Misuzu pushes, leaning across the countertop with her chin resting on her palm and looking entirely too pleased at your discomfort.

“He… asked me to meet him.”

Her eyes widen, sparkling in delight as she gasps, “For dinner?”

“For a drink - one drink,” you clarify. You elect not to tell her that he’d initially tried to sway you into dinner, and it was you who’d talked him down to a drink. Truthfully, you’d probably feel more comfortable getting coffee, but meeting at a bar was fine.

One drink, and if things got awkward or he turned out to be a creep you’d be out of there in a heartbeat.

“Oh my god!! My baby Y/N, all grown up and manipulating old, lonely men for money. I’m so proud,” she wipes a fake tear from her eye and bursts into a fit of giggles.

A crinkle appears between your brow as you frown at her, “He’s not even that old,” you grumble, “and it’s not like that. You know it’s not.”

“No?” she asks, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. “You know, for somebody who was so against me messaging your soon to be sugar daddy, you sure move quickly.”

She laughs at the glare you shoot her way. “You were the one who started this.”

“Mhm, and you were the one who didn’t stop it. Funny that, don’t you think?”

She looks like the cat that ate the canary; smug, glittering amusement written all across her face. And you hate, more than anything, that she’s right.

Because you’d meant to put a stop to it the moment you managed to wrestle your phone back from her. Afterwards, you’d blame the lingering hurt of having your heart broken, the insecurities and bitter humiliation that plagued you, the feeling that you weren’t good enough to stop your boyfriend from straying for making you so pathetically vulnerable and desperate for approval - but when you opened the chat instead of the sleazy come on’s you expected, his first message makes something inside of you flutter, warm and pleasant.

Holy crap, you’re beautiful.

Not exactly a sonnet from Shakespeare, but you can’t remember the last time any guy, much less your ex, called you beautiful.

It didn’t exactly hurt that instead of the aging, creepy looking letch you were half expecting, the profile picture showed a rather fit, attractive man in a crisp, black suit with silvery grey streaked hair and an easy grin. Of course, it was a fifty-fifty chance that the pic wasn’t even him, or if it was then it was outdated or heavily edited, but it was enough to make you pause.

Enough to make you… curious, if nothing else.

But ridiculously attractive or not, you weren’t going to lead him on. If he wanted some pretty, simpering thing to fuck and throw money at, to call him daddy and be his sweet, obedient little girl - that wasn’t you. You’d explained that you weren’t really sure if this was your thing, that you probably weren’t what he had in mind, but surprisingly he hadn’t been put off by that.

Well what’s the harm in finding out for yourself? Maybe you’ll like it more than you think ;)

—

There were rules, when you started - lines you both agreed wouldn’t be crossed.

First and foremost, while it wasn’t exactly a conventional relationship - at least, not the kind you were used to - it was still a relationship of sorts, and there was an expectation of honesty in lieu of absolute exclusivity. You’d tell him if you were seeing anybody else, and Bokuto would tell you the same. Considering sex was on the table, it made sense.

You swore right from the beginning that you wouldn’t allow yourself to become financially dependent on him - you knew all too well that relationships were fickle things to begin with. That kind of dependency was half the reason you were in this position in the first place, and you wouldn’t - couldn’t - let that happen again. That didn’t mean that the arrangement wasn’t transactional. After a few initial meetings that went better than you expected, the two of you came to an agreement; a nice little sum of money he’d deposit weekly in your account in exchange for you being there when he wanted you. Dinner dates, skype calls when he’s travelling, spur of the moment weekends away in expensive hotels - whatever he wanted... within reason.

The thing is, despite his flaws - the little funks he gets into, his immaturity despite the age gap between you, the way he clings to you, mopes if you don’t pay him the attention he wants - you genuinely like Bo, he’s oddly endearing. Loveable, even. He reminds you a little of a puppy; eager for affection, bright and boisterous with boundless energy (and enviable stamina). He’s sweet and adoring and funny and he has this uncanny ability to make everything else fade away when you’re with him, to make you feel like you’re the only woman in the room, beautiful and perfect and entirely his-

But that didn’t make him your boyfriend.

You weren’t lovers, and whether it was in two weeks or two years, you both knew this arrangement had an expiration date. And because of that, there were no strings attached. At any point, either one of you could end it without an explanation - no questions asked, no feelings hurt.

—

Truthfully, you don’t know an awful lot about Bokuto’s line of work, only that his position within the company is senior enough that he can move around his schedule pretty much as he wants, leaving him free to see you whenever he likes.

Which wasn’t a problem when that was once or twice a week.

“Sorry, Koutarou, you know I can’t. Maybe tomorrow?”

The petulant whine that echoes down the phone fills you with an odd sort of guilt. “Why not? You said no on Friday, too,” he pouts. “I miss you, baby. Wanna see you again.”

You shove down the faint, flickering unease that nudges at your gut. You’re not his girlfriend, and you find yourself wondering whether or not he sometimes deliberately lets himself forget that.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, you frown, “I told you I have work today. It’s too late for me to try and find someone to cover my shift, and if I call in again-”

You can kiss your job goodbye. You’re already on thin ice with your boss, and it’s not like new waitresses are hard to find these days.

“Well… what time do you finish?” he asks, his voice thick with dejection, as if he already knows what your answer’s going to be.

You bite back a sigh, “Late. I’m on close again.”

The short silence on the other end of the phone is deafening. “… I’ll come pick you up afterwards.”

This time you can’t stop the soft sigh that escapes, “Kou, I’m gonna be exhausted, I won’t be any fun to be around.”

“Still wanna see you. You’re always working,” he grumbles. “Feels like you don’t have time for me anymore, baby.”

Slowly your eyes flutter shut, and you take a deep breath. It always comes back to this. “I need this job, baby. We’ve talked about this… I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I have the whole day off, I’m entirely yours.”

“All mine, hm?”

You smile, “All yours, promise.”

He hums in acknowledgement, not entirely happy, but temporarily placated. “Fiiiine. But I’m holding you to it.”

As if you expected any less. “I have to go get ready for work. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“I’ll see you later,” he promises, and you hang up a moment later.

When he said that, you assumed that both of you were on the same page as to what ‘later’ meant.

Three hours into your shift, you hadn’t expected to return from the kitchen to find a grinning Bokuto lounging in one of your booths.

“He asked for you specifically when he came in,” one of your coworkers tells you, shooting you a playful wink. “Didn’t know you were into silver foxes, Y/N. But I can’t say I blame you, he’s hot!”

“Yeah, thanks,” you mutter distractedly, glancing over your shoulder to check your manager wasn’t watching before making your way over.

The smile on your face is tight as golden eyes flicker towards you. “Bokuto,” you begin quietly, “what- what are you doing here?”

An odd look passes across his face at the use of his family name, but the smug grin remains. “You said you had to work tonight,” he says with a cavalier shrug, as if that explained everything.

“Yes, because I’m working! Kou, I need this job, I can’t-” you break off with a huff, darting another glance over your shoulder. Thankfully, your manager’s busy berating your co-worker for a screwed up order and hasn’t noticed your absence yet.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, Bokuto reaches across the table to take your hand in his, his thumb stroking back and forth along the back of your palm. “Hey, hey, relax. You’re here to work, I get it, baby. I’m just here for some food, cross my heart,” he swears, drawing an imaginary X over his chest with his finger.

Gently tugging your hand back, you ignore the hurt little pout he gives you. “So you decided to drive twenty minutes across town just to eat here?” you ask, trying to keep the exasperation from colouring your tone.

He shifts a little in his seat, cheeks flushing a dusty pink under your narrowed stare. “… Well, maybe I wanted to see my pretty girl, too,” he admits, “But I swear I’ll be on my best behaviour!”

Somehow, his words don’t fill you with confidence, but what are you supposed to do? Kick him out? Snap at him for coming despite the fact you told him not to? Taking a deep, steadying breath through your nose, you force yourself to relax. Bokuto’s not hurting anybody by being there, and so long as he keeps his hands to himself, so long as he behaves, it won’t be an issue.

He’s a paying customer, and you’ll treat him just like you would anyone else who walked through the restaurant’s doors.

Yet despite trying to reassure yourself of that, you can’t escape the niggling sense of unease sitting in the pit of your stomach. Even if he’s the perfect gentleman tonight, the perfect stranger, you’ve worked hard to keep your boring day to day life and the one you’ve created with him in nice, neat, separate boxes. Bokuto hasn’t met your friends or your family and outside of Misuzu they don’t have a clue about your arrangement with your attractive if somewhat clingy benefactor.

You don’t want them to know.

Him being here threatens that - it makes you nervous.

But you’ve been with Bokuto long enough to know that you can’t tell him that without hurting his feelings, and you definitely don’t have the energy to deal with that tonight. It’s a conversation for another day.

Instead, you allow a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips, “You know the food’s pretty average here, you might be disappointed.”

Bokuto grins again, mischief sparkling in those golden eyes, and your traitorous heart skips a beat. “Yeah, don’t think that’ll be a problem,” he leans in closer, “I’m far more interested in what’s for dessert.”

Warmth floods your cheeks as he snickers.

—

For the most part he keeps his hands to himself, but you can’t quite bring yourself to relax when you can feel those golden, hungry eyes burning a hole into your back as you move around the restaurant serving other customers.

You pretend you don’t see the scowling glower he sends to the harmless office-worker who spends a good forty five minutes flirting with you every time you go over to check on his table.

Bokuto orders enough food to feed a small army and stays until close, leaving a more than generous tip on his way out.

It goes without saying that he waits for you to finish up. The moment you slip out the door, calling out one last goodnight to your coworker, he’s on you, pushing you up against the brick alleyway wall, hiking your legs up over his hips as his mouth attacks yours, greedy and eager, swallowing up any and all protests you might’ve had.

He doesn’t take you home like you ask, but back to his penthouse suite, and neither of you get much sleep that night.

—

You’re halfway through washing your hair a few days later when your shower head splutters once… twice… and stops completely.

A blockage in the plumbing, your landlord informs you rather apathetically. It’s affecting the whole floor and it’ll take at least a day or two to get somebody out to fix it properly, leaving you without running water for the entirety of that time.

In hindsight, there were at least three other people you could have (and probably should have) called first, but he’s already answering the phone before the thought even occurs to you.

And then it’s too late to backpedal. You find yourself grateful that he can’t physically see the way you flush and fidget, pacing around your living room as you awkwardly try to explain the reason you’re calling at ten in the morning.

“Would, I mean, i-is it okay if I come over to use your shower? Just for this one time, mine kind of got interrupted this morning.”

God, from the way you stutter, stumbling over your own tongue, you’d think you were asking him to marry you. You’ve spent the night at his countless times before, but asking for a favour, even a small one like this - maybe you’re toeing an unwritten line in the sand? Bokuto isn’t with you because he loves you, he’s with you because it’s mutually beneficial for both of you, because of an agreement.

He wants fun, easy, not you saddling him with minor inconveniences. Calling to ask him to come save you, albeit from something as mundane as a lack of access to a functioning shower, feels like something you’d ask your boyfriend to do.

Not your sugar daddy.

But just as you’re about to backtrack and apologise for interrupting his morning, he speaks. “What d’you mean? Just come stay with me till it’s fixed.”

He says it with such certainty, as if it’s the most obvious solution and for a moment you’re stunned into silence. “A-are you sure? I don’t want-'' Don't want what? To be an inconvenience? A problem? “I don’t want to be in the way,” you finish lamely.

Bokuto just laughs, “Don’t be stupid, baby, of course you won’t be in the way. Just swing by the office and I can give you the keys. Or I can just get you another set made? I don’t know, we can figure it out later. I’ll see you soon, ‘kay?”

And you have to admit, as apprehensive as you were stepping into his penthouse alone for the first time, showering in Bokuto’s fancy ensuite bathroom (which you’re fairly sure is bigger than your actual bedroom) is a hell of a lot nicer than doing it at home. The lotions he has are all expensive brands with french names you’ve never even heard of before, but they smell amazing and they leave your skin feeling all soft and silky. Even the shampoo he’s bought for you to use is far nicer than the one you have at home, though you’re secretly pleased that its scent’s similar - your favourite, actually.

Did he buy them knowing that or was it just a coincidence, you wonder. You never thought to ask.

Without work, or Bo for that matter, to occupy your time, you decide to take advantage of his gigantic TV, opening up Netflix and settling into his ridiculously comfortable couch…

… And wake, a few hours later to the feeling of fingers carding through your hair and a pair of lips pressing against your cheek.

Bokuto’s home, you realise with a start, and there’s drool on your chin. Face burning with embarrassment, you hastily wipe it away with the back of your palm and try to sit up, only for Bokuto’s hand to wrap around your wrist, halting you in your tracks.

“No, don’t get up, baby,” he says, easing down onto the couch beside you and shifting your head onto his lap so he can continue threading his fingers through your hair. “I like coming home to this.”

Still half asleep, curling up and nuzzling further into those warm, thick thighs of his, you miss the intensity of the adoration burning in golden depths as he coaxes you back to sleep.

—

The two of you are in bed, your cheek resting on his chest, his arm slung over your waist and knuckles brushing idly along your side, when Bokuto breaks the comfortable silence.

“Move in with me.”

You tense in his arms, heart skipping a beat. For a split second, you’re almost positive that you misheard him. “I-I’m sorry?” You push yourself up onto your elbow, turning your head so that you can look at him properly.

But Bokuto doesn’t miss a beat. “Move in with me,” he repeats, golden eyes bearing down on you.

The expression on your face is frozen halfway between disbelief and hysteria, and you’re staring at him, waiting for that stupid grin to break across his face, for him to laugh and tell you how ridiculous you look, because of course he’s joking.

He’s joking, right?

“Koutarou,” you begin slowly, “Wha- I don’t… Why would you want me to move in with you? We barely- I mean, we’re not…”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Why wouldn’t I? It makes sense. My place is bigger and nicer, and I like having you here with me. Feels right.”

It feels right??

“I-I can’t just move out of my apartment, Kou.”

His eyebrows knit together, and he huffs, “Why not? It’s a shitty apartment.”

“That’s not the point!” Knocking away the hand that reaches for you, you push yourself all the way up until you’re sitting properly. “I don’t want to move.”

Owlish eyes narrow, a flash of irritation sparking. “Why not? It makes perfect sense for you to move in here with me. You wouldn’t have to work at that stupid job anymore for one,” he huffs.

“Bokuto, I’m not going to quit my job,” you mutter. “We’ve talked about this.”

“Why, though?!” he explodes. “You don’t need the money, I’ve told you I can take care of you, whatever you want, baby, name it and it’s fucking yours. You don’t need to work and you don’t need that shitty little apartment!”

Like a crystal glass slipping from numb fingers, the fantasy you’ve convinced yourself you’ve been living shatters into a thousand jagged shards in the space of a single breath.

Oh, how naive you’ve been. How fucking stupid.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you inhale deeply, “Kou, that’s not-”

Strong fingers grip your jaw, and your eyes shoot open as he tugs your face back towards him. Your breath catches in your throat, heart hammering painfully against your ribs. His eyes are wide, pupils blown out, but it’s the intensity in his gaze as he stares at you, the blank expression-

“I love you.”

—

39 missed calls. 72 unread messages.

Flowers, bouquets of roses, peonies and chrysanthemums piled up by your door between boxes of chocolates and other gifts you won’t bring yourself to open.

Wide eyed, Misuzu gingerly steps over them, holding two steaming mugs in hand. “Holy fuck,” she murmurs, and for the first time since this stupid, awful mistake began, there’s not a trace of mirth to be found. “Y/N, I…”

But she doesn’t have the words, and you can’t blame her.

“He told me he loves me,” you sigh. “He asked me to move in with him and told me he loved me, and I grabbed my clothes and all but ran.” You still can’t get the image of Bokuto’s face out of your head, the raw, aching hurt swimming in his eyes as you all but stumbled over excuses in your haste to get out of there. But he didn’t lift a finger to stop you, didn’t say another word.

He just watched numbly, hunched over against the headboard as you fled.

There’s a short beat of silence between the two of you as she sets down the drinks and collapses into the chair beside you. “And… do you love him back?”

Exhaling loudly, you drop your face into your palms. “I-”

You like how he makes you feel beautiful, the filthy, wonderful praise he lavishes you in when the two of you sleep together, the way he touches you, fingers and mouth so eager to please as his cock fills you, inch by delicious inch.

You like being adored, treasured, and you liked Bo, but… you don’t love him.

That was never on the cards, that wasn’t what your relationship was.

Every line he ever crossed, every boundary he toed, you keep replaying them again and again over and over in your head like a never ending loop. You hadn’t even wanted this whole stupid sugar baby relationship to begin with, and every step of the way he was the one to coax you forward.

And you let him, swallowing down your doubts and your insecurities each and every time. You let him think that this was something else entirely…

How had you not seen this coming?

“No,” you admit.

The hand that takes yours is soft, and when you glance over with eyes beginning to burn with unshed tears, Misuzu squeezes it gently. “Then end it. Walk away.”

And with your head on her shoulder, her arms wrapped loosely around you, you type out a short message to Bokuto. No strings attached and no questions asked, you’d promised each other that much when you’d started this mess. You wonder if it still holds true.

I’m sorry. Clearly we were on different pages and want different things. I didn’t mean to lead you on or for things to go as far as they did, but I can’t do this with you anymore.

You send it and block his contact, and when the tears come and painful sobs rip their way free, Misuzu holds you tight and murmurs soft reassurances. It’ll pass, all breakups hurt.

—

A week after your ‘breakup’ you get a notification on your phone that money’s been transferred into your bank account.

For a moment, you think that maybe it’s an accident, a recurring transaction he’d simply forgotten to cancel (you doubt he’d even notice) until you click into the transaction itself.

It isn’t the sum itself that startles you - twice the usual amount - but the short note attached in the description.

I need to see you. Please.

You transfer the money right back into his account.

—

Without your weekly supplement from Bo, it doesn’t take long for you to come to the realisation that your current salary just barely covers rent and your bills, and if you want to eat anything other than two minute noodles in the foreseeable future, you’re going to need either more hours, or a second job.

Thankfully, the timing works out well. When you go to your boss with your most winning smile to try and convince her of your plight, she simply shrugs and agrees, having had to let one of the junior staff go only a few days before. The one catch being that instead of working a mix of morning and afternoon shifts with the occasional closing thrown in, you’re now exclusively on close, five nights a week, Tuesday through Saturday.

Mostly, it doesn’t bother you. The shifts are long and you always leave feeling aching, drained and barely human, but usually it’s quiet enough, and so long as you can get the last few lingering customers out early enough, the actual close runs pretty smoothly between you and the other staff.

It’s not what you really want to be doing, but you’ve learned to make the best of it. This is adult life, and for the first time since high school, you’re supporting yourself entirely. It might not be the greatest job in the world, and there are absolutely days when you just want to throw in the towel completely, but there is a slight pride to that fact. You don’t need anybody in your life to coddle or support you, you’re figuring this shit out as you go along.

You just wish, sometimes, that you could do that without having to work until the early hours of the morning.

On paper, the kitchen closes at midnight and the last customers are supposed to be out within half an hour of that. Then, between yourself and another server, you can usually get the restaurant tidied up and closed a little after one.

You knew right from the moment you clocked on that tonight wasn’t going to be one of those nights. The girl who’s supposed to be on close with you called in sick and your boss hasn’t bothered to replace her.

It’s not the first time you’ve had to close by yourself, but it’s still a pain, especially when the last few customers take forever to finish up and leave.

One of the kitchen staff offers to stay back, his bag slung over his shoulder, hand already on the door handle but you just shake your head with a tired smile.

“Nah, I can handle it. Thanks, though,”

To his credit, he doesn’t immediately take the offered out. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. See you tomorrow.”

Without any help, it takes almost twice as long for you to finish up, and it’s a little after two when you finally flick off the lights and lock the doors.

Your feet are killing you, and all you can think about is sinking into your bed at home, burrowing into your blankets and sleeping for a week straight-

“Hey, baby.”

Leaning against the hood of his car, arms folded across his broad chest and eyeing you with an unreadable expression, is Bokuto.

The tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

There's nothing inherently threatening about him being here, but it’s the middle of the night, you haven’t seen him in almost two weeks and you don’t need to glance around to know that the car park’s empty. There’s nobody in sight.

Just you and him, and the few feet of distance separating you.

“K-kou, what are you… what are you doing here?”

He smiles at that, the way his name slips from your lips, but only for a fleeting second. It fades, and a cold, uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of your stomach.

“I missed you, y’know?” He pushes off the hood and takes a step towards you, “You didn’t call me.”

He’s always been bigger than you, towering over you looking like some Adonis with those rippling, powerful muscles of his. You used to like that strength, squealing in wicked delight when he’d hoist you up with a grin, hands gripping your thighs, squeezing your ass, your back shoved up against the wall so he could drive his cock deeper into ‘his pretty fuckin’ pussy’.

But that was then.

You’ve never been scared of his strength. Even that morning in the apartment, he didn’t lash out, didn’t scream or yell, he just… shut down. He wouldn’t hurt you, you know that.

That doesn’t stop you from skittering backwards like a frightened little bunny, your back hitting the wall.

The very moment you do, you watch as his eyes widen in surprise, hurt flashing for a split second-

-before they darken, his face twisting into a scowl, and you can’t escape the feeling you’ve made an awful mistake.

Dread creeps its way up your spine, tightening like a vice around your chest, making it hard to breathe. Your brain is screaming at you to run, adrenaline surging through your veins, but even as your heart races and your breathing spikes, you can’t seem to move your legs.

It wouldn’t make a difference even if you could - with your back up against the literal wall, Bokuto and his car blocking your only escape route, you’re trapped; a fact that hasn’t escaped either of you.

Paralysed in fear, you can’t so much as twitch as he takes another slow, calculated step forward.

Desperately, you open your mouth - to try and placate him? To apologise? Scream for help? - but all that escapes is his name in a choked, breathless whisper.

“Bokuto…”

As he stares at you, he almost looks regretful.

Almost, if not for the grim determination resolving like steel in those golden eyes of his. “I love you, and I know you love me, too,” he says, closing the gap between you. “I’m doing this for us, baby.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere bokuto x reader #yandere bokuto kotaro x reader #yandere bokuto koutarou #yandere bokuto kotaro #yandere bokuto koutarou x reader #tw manipulation #tw toxic behavior #tw kidnapping

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youngbloodslut · 3 years

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celebrity crush | 2/??

a/n: the first interview is mostly based off of dove cameron and ava max’s interviews with popbuzz

summary: actress! reader somehow manages to bring up her crush on calum hood in every interview

pairing(s): calum hood x reader, platonic! reader x tom holland

warning(s): swearing? slight mentions of kinks

“She’s at it again mate,” Ashton smirked as he carried his laptop over to Calum who was sat on the sofa. He flipped open the computer and hit play on y/n y/l/n’s newest interview.

“C’mon, I don’t wanna-” Calum rubbed his hand over is face and shook his head.

Ashton ignored him and turned up the volume to drown out his protest. “Shhh.. watch.”

“Hey guys, I’m y/n y/l/n and this is the Pop Buzz Tower of Truth.” You spoke as the title popped up on screen.

“I think I’m gonna end up tipping it before I can even get one block out,” You said as you tried to carefully pull of a wooden block.

“That will never work,” Calum heard a voice from off camera say and recognized it as Tom Holland. He tried not to frown as you laughed and mocked him.

“Y’know what, we’re leaving that one.” You laughed, leaving the original block alone and easily pulling out another block.

“There we go. Okay, what was the last movie or tv show that make you cry? Dead Poets Society. I love Dead Poets Society so much and Tom had never seen it so we watched it after finishing yesterdays interviews.” You placed the block on top of the tower. “And he cried.”

The camera crew laughed as Tom shouted a, “Hey!”

“Tell us one thing about you that we don’t know. Um, this is hard because I’m always saying stuff that I shouldn’t be. Um, I’m an Oxford comma worshiper.” You said, unsure whether or not that’s interesting enough.

“Oxford comma?” A crew member behind the camera questioned.

“Yeah, y’know, the comma that comes before ‘and’ when making a list. I hate that people don’t use it because then I get all confused. Like if I were to write ‘Lizzie, Tom, and Robert are going to the party’ and I don’t add a comma before ‘and’ then it seems like Tom and Robert would be arriving at the party together. But some people who don’t use the Oxford comma could mean that all three people were showing up separately so I never know. Y’know what I mean?”

The camera crew were all silent after her rant and Calum chuckled a bit to himself. He thought it was cute that you were so passionate about the smallest things. Ashton looked over to him as Calum admired you through the screen. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew Calum secretly liked how much you talked about him.

“No,” Tom responded honestly

“Ugh,” You rolled your eyes dramatically and looked into the camera, “See, these are the type of guys you got to look out for: Un-grammarly men.” You joked.

“Un-grammarly isn’t a thing.” Tom laughed.

“Well if it were a thing, you’d be one.” You fired back at Tom.

“Anyway, who is your favorite artist right now? Um, probably Wallows, I love them and their music.”

“I was really expecting Calum Hood to be honest.” Tom shouted from across the room.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I just forgot about him like that. I love you Calum Hood. I love 5sos.” You held up your hands into a heart shape and moved your hands from side to side.

You then dropped them and grabbed another block. “Sorry, I keep forgetting that people are actually going to see these interviews. Like, he could literally see this. Dude, I hope he doesn’t.” You paused, “Oh god, do you think he knows about my crush on him?” You had been mentioning him for years and it had never once occurred to you that he could actually see these.

Calum laughed at the irony of the situation. Here he was watching a video of you saying you hoped he’d never see said video.

“This is humiliating.” You mumbled though you didn’t seem to actually care, “Who was your first celebrity crush? Oh uh, definitely Andrew Garfield. I remember when I first watched the Social Network and I was like obsessed. My friend and I both watched it over 10 times within like two months. And then would continuously make Mark Zuckerberg jokes. But of course, Calum Hood now owns my heart.” You put the block on top of the tower. “I’m actually doing really good, I thought I’d knock it down by now.”

“Describe in detail the worst date you’ve ever been on. Okay so I was like fifteen right, and, well I’m not even sure if this counts as a date. I think he considered it a date so I guess it was but basically we were in the car, he was sixteen so he could drive. We were in the drive through, we had already ordered, and he started feeling around in is pockets and I was like oh god, cause I knew what was about to happen. He was like, ‘oh no i think i lost my wallet’, and I was like its fine I’ll pay. I really didn’t mind. I ended up paying, we got our drinks and without missing a beat, we hadn’t even pulled out of the drive through, he was like’oh here’s my wallet.’ I really didn’t mind paying for my coffee, I wouldn’t mind paying for both of our coffees. But him going out of his way to lie, and then not even lie well, was so irritating.” She placed the block on the top and picked up a new one.

“What is the most useless idem you’ve ever purchased? Um, I bought a seven foot giraffe while I saw drunk once.” The block was added to the top, the tower now taller than you. “He’s in my living room if you wanted to know.”

You grabbed the next block carelessly, immediately regretting it when the tower fell behind you, “Oh shit, well I guess we’re done then.” You said nonchalantly, looking at the blocks on the floor. “I don’t think I’ll be playing this again anytime soon. Love you guys,” You held up your hands, “Love you Calum Hood.” You winked before the outro began to play.

“She must really love you, Cal.” Ashton poked Calum’s cheek annoyingly, “She’s got no shame.”

Calum wouldn’t admit it, but as soon as he got home he looked you up again. He clicked on the same video Ashton showed him and scrolled through the comments.

y/nscalumhoodkink: MOMOMOMOMOMOM

datemey/n: Queen of Jenga

ashtonfletchersbitch: Y/N LITERALLY IS ME

5esohes: no because y/n y/l/n and calum hood together is my kink

noemptywalletshere: not only does y/n own this fandom, but my ass too

He couldn’t help but laugh at the comments no matter how interesting they were. But something in the back of his head kept yelling at him. She doesn’t acting like you. Shes just likes your music, nothing more. He sighed and clicked out of the video and was about the close his laptop when his cursor handed on a video.

Y/n Y/l/n foaming at the mouth while talking about Calum Hood for 5 minutes straight.

He clicked on it a little too quickly and waited for it too load.

“Calum Hood choke me challenge.” You stuck out your tongue and threw up a peace sign with an innocent look plastered on here face.

“Bro imagine if Calum Hood saw this?” “Oh he would definitely fall for you after this video”

The third thing to pop up was a tweet from 2015 just saying: #marrymecalumhood

“Calum Hood send me hand pics. This is a demand, not a request.”

Calum continued to watch the entire video. Normally, the thirsty comments would have made him uncomfortable, but them coming from you made his heart race and cheeks flush.

God, what was happening to him?

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ptergwen · 3 years

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through the lens

w/c: 2.3k

warnings: swearing and mentions of blood (all fluff tho!)

summary: yours and peter’s date night doesn’t go as planned, thanks to his “little” accident and mj’s photography project

a/n: it’s been a minute but i’m back! for now lol i promise i’ll be way more active when exam season is over <3 this was based off the lovely pic above taken by the even lovelier zendaya and i hope you enjoy these… let’s call it random workings of my mind

“hang on, can you come closer?” mj instructs you, you promptly stepping towards her. “is this good?” “great,” she affirms and squints behind the camera. “smile really big on the count of three, okay? one, two, three!” doing as she says, you give mj your cheesiest grin with your eyes squeezed shut and all. she snickers while snapping the moment on her polaroid.

mj asked you to be her subject for a photography project. you’re happy to do it, although it’s super last minute. like, barging-into-your-room-and-begging-you-for-help last minute. she was supposed to turn this in days ago. lucky for mj, her teacher was feeling generous and gave her an extension.

you have to work fast because of mj’s deadline and your plans with peter. he’s coming over for a movie marathon and cuddles right about now. well, he’s actually running a tad bit late. that’s typical peter for you.

“just a couple more, and then you’re free,” mj informs you while shaking out the polaroid. “this is honestly pretty fun, you know.” you glance at the photo she’s holding with an eyebrow quirked in surprise. she captures you well. “what made you choose me?” “no one else was free on a saturday,” she snorts and tosses the picture in a pile with the rest.

your mouth falls agape. “i’m not free! peter’s gonna be here in…” you check the time on your phone, much to your dismay. “he’s a few minutes late, but still. i have things to do, too.” a smirk sets on mj’s face as she gets ready for the next photograph. “relax, y/n/n. i was kidding. i’m sure spider-dweeb will be here sooner than you know it.” sighing lightheartedly, you take a seat on your bed.

“don’t call him that,” you shake your head. mj throws her own head back to the ceiling. “ugh, but that was a good one,” she insists, you only humming. “it’s better than penis parker, at least.” “nah, i like the alliteration,” you laugh out and earn a giggle from mj. “you’re lucky parker doesn’t have super hearing, or does he?” winking, you hit a pose for mj. you’re looking at her over your shoulder with smolder eyes.

“ask him yourself, after you get this shot.”

the two of you continue messing around with her polaroid until the film is almost gone, and peter has yet to arrive. you’re starting to worry. you aren’t sure where he could be.

he doesn’t patrol on weekends unless it’s an emergency, and he would’ve told you if there was one already. he’s never this late without sending a text, either. it’s almost an hour past when date night should’ve started. on the other occasions peter has gone off the grid, they didn’t end well.

“i’m freaking out, em. do you think he’s in some kind of trouble?” you ask mj, pacing around your bedroom. she offers a sympathetic shrug. “maybe he just ate some bad yogurt. remember last time?” being the dummy he is, peter once scarfed down an entire tub of vanilla yogurt before he realized it was expired. no one heard from him for days. he didn’t show up to school or answer any calls.

may ended up inviting you over and explaining he’d gotten a stomach bug, which you then tended to him for the rest of. the story was so amusing, and so peter.

“may doesn’t buy him dairy anymore. why do you think he always raids your freezer?” you bring your fingers up to rub your temples. “the kid can empty ice cream cartons in one bite,” she agrees, silently cringing. her curiosity piques at the fact. “is that also a power?” “who cares?” you nearly shout, your fingers curling into fists. “what i wanna know is if peter is fucking okay.”

on cue, there’s a knock at your apartment door. you and mj exchange looks of urgency, both rushing out of your room to answer.

mj follows you through the hall and stands by your side while you fumble with the lock. when your door pulls open, ned has his hand raised to knock again. “ned? what are you doing here?” you don’t give him the chance to speak. “have you heard from peter? he was supposed to be here a while ago, but he never showed.” rather than answering in words, ned takes a step aside.

the sight you’re met with makes you gasp. peter peeks out from behind him, cuts and bruises littering his flushed face. he gives you a lopsided smile.

“you have your answer,” mj murmurs to you and eyes ned curiously. he lets out a nervous chuckle. “here he is.” you push past ned and practically jump into peter’s arms, your hug bone-crushing. “peter, oh my god! are you okay?” wincing, peter hugs you back by your waist. his chin rests carefully on your head.

“hey… i’m alright, baby. still pretty sore, though,” he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. you take the hint to loosen your grip on him. “i was worried something bad might’ve happened to you. i… i guess i was right.” your tone softens, you threading a hand in his curls. they’re completely disheveled from whatever went down with him.

ned heads inside to catch up with mj, the two of them letting you have a moment alone.

“someone’s got a spidey sense of their own, huh?” peter tries to lighten the mood by joking. it doesn’t work, a frown still evident on your face as you try to untangle his once soft locks. “baby, everything’s fine. i just… had a little accident is all. no big deal,” he reassures you and moves in to peck your lips. you’re so shocked that you dodge the kiss.

“little? your whole face is black and blue, pete!” you tug on the white collar of his button up, peter letting out a shaky breath. your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, touch gentle. “how’d you get like this?” he licks across his lips shyly and sets his hands on your hips. “see, on the way over there were these bad guys who-“

“no there weren’t,” ned cuts in, scoffing at the beginning of his friend’s story. peter shoots him a warning look over your head. “yes there were, ned. you weren’t even there!” he catches mj glaring at him before he continues. “don’t listen to him. anyway, i had to fight them because…” when he trails off, you stroke your thumb across his cheek, avoiding any wounds in the way. raising both eyebrows, mj speaks up.

“because why? go on, parker. i’m intrigued,” she encourages him. everyone can tell peter is lying except you. the question really is, what’s he lying about? he gulps down his spit, pulling your body against his for comfort. “take your time, peter. we can wait,” you say only for him to hear. his love filled eyes meet yours, and he nods. ned huffs at the dramatics unfolding before him.

“dude, you’re making this way worse than it actually is. just tell her!” he demands, mj cocking her head to the side. peter’s gaze flits between the two of them. “tell me what?” you wonder softly and tilt his chin, willing him to look at you again. “i… i…” peter’s shoulders slump, his voice lowering in defeat. “there weren’t any bad guys.”

“of course there weren’t,” ned confirms. “no shit,” mj adds. exhaling, you wait for your boyfriend to further elaborate. “what really happened, then? be honest, pete.” peter lets go of you so he can come into your apartment properly, you shutting the door behind him. he scratches the back of his neck as he fills you in. “ok. um, me and ned were hanging out.”

ned is attempting to stifle a laugh for some reason, which mj elbows him for. you take one of peter’s hands. “yeah?” “we were at my place, and… you know those really slippery steps on the sixth floor?” peter pauses for someone to answer, playing with your fingers. “the ones flash almost wiped out on once?” mj questions in amusement. he lets a quiet chuckle out. “good times. yeah, those.”

his gaze averts to the ground, you listening on. “so, i was walking ned out on my way over. we were talking about spidey stuff-“ “as per usual,” mj mumbles to herself. ned raises his hands in defense. “—and i told ned i could always stick my landings. he didn’t believe me.” you playfully roll your eyes, seeing where this is going. “so… i, uh, decided to show him,” peter finishes off.

“i did a, um, backflip. tripped and fell down the flight of stairs,” he finally admits to you, putting his other hand on top of your intertwined ones. “clearly, i was wrong.” his bloody face is now red from humiliation. “you didn’t trip, dude. you freaking summersaulted!” ned corrects him and bursts into laughter he’s been holding back. “idiots, both of you,” mj simply remarks.

“that’s it? why didn’t you just say that?” you almost laugh yourself. groaning, peter rests his forehead against yours. “because it’s embarrassing! i wanted you to think i’m a tough guy or whatever.” placing both hands on his cheeks this time, you nuzzle your nose against his. “you don’t have to be a tough guy to impress me, babes. you’re kind, smart, funny. makes up for you being such a klutz.”

peter cracks a grin, easily capturing your lips in the kiss he didn’t get to before. it doesn’t last long because mj gags and ned whistles at you. you’re both giggling when you pull apart, peter kissing the tip of your nose for good measure.

“you really mean that?” he checks, tucking back a strand of hair from your face. “of course. i have a thing for himbos,” you tease and poke at his bare chest. his eyes widen. “how about i get you some ice and you find our first movie?” you’re already off to the kitchen, beaming at peter. “date night’s still on?” he happily plops down on your couch, mj showing ned her pictures from earlier.

“as soon as those two get out of here,” you call loudly enough so ned and mj hear you. “yeah, yeah. we’re leaving,” mj deadpans, shoving the photos back into her portfolio. peter glances over at it curiously. “what’s that for?” “photography project,” she says and gets an idea. “i have some film left. y/n took up most of it… you losers want the rest?”

while mj coerces her way to a higher grade, you put some popcorn in the microwave for your movie marathon.

“well, i could use a new lockscreen. i’m in!” ned quickly concedes. him and mj both give peter hopeful looks. “i’m not!” he protests, squishing one of your pillows against his chest. “with my face looking like… this? forget about it.” mj walks over to him and places her portfolio on the coffee table. “what? those gashes are gnarly… in a good way, i mean,” she promises.

“painful, too,” peter murmurs. “y/n, hurry up with that ice!” mj demands, grabbing the polaroid camera from its string around her neck. you wave her off. “what i’m saying is, they’ll look sick in my portfolio.” mj forces a smile, ned looking at her weirdly. “uh, what’s the theme of your project again?” “freestyle, baby,” mj casually replies.

peter comes up with a condition that could persuade him. “if you say please, i might consider it,” he concludes, mj perking up. “please be in my project. pretty please?” she instantly requests, ned pursing his lips from behind her. peter rubs his chin. “y/n, what do you think? should i?” you pipe in from the kitchen. “yeah, so she’ll leave my house.”

“you heard the lady. i’ll do it,” peter gives in. all but squealing, mj gestures for ned to sit. “this’ll only take a few minutes. you guys are really saving my ass.” ned gets comfortable next to peter on the couch, who wants to see how far mj will really go. “aw, we are? i believe that calls for a…” ned catches on. “it comes after please…” mj picks up her camera with gritted teeth. “thank you, morons. say cheese!”

that’s the only warning peter and ned get before they’re blinded with the flash. ned does a toothy grin as he leans into peter’s side. peter musters up the best smile he can, hair a mess and cuts burning pink on his face. satisfied, mj snatches the photograph as it pops out.

“pleasure doing business with you two,” she states, you joining the three of them in the living room. you set the popcorn on the table and give peter his ice pack. he presses it to his cheek, kissing the back of your hand. “send me that!” ned reminds mj, helping himself to your bowl of popcorn. she salutes him.

“there’s my star. what do you say, y/n? wanna take one more really quick?” mj suggests, already holding up her polaroid. you take the other cushion next to peter, your head on his shoulder. “can peter be in it with me? since he’s in the modeling mood tonight.” he wraps an arm tightly around you. “let’s do it, sweetness.”

eagerly jumping in front of you two, mj crouches down to get a better angle. “on the count of three. one, two, three!” the camera clicks, and you surprise peter by laying a smooch on one of his cheeks. he’s holding the ice against his other, genuinely smiling for this picture. ned coos at you, mj showing off her work when it dries.

“how adorable,” she says sarcastically but means it. peter nods at her in appreciation, his lips brushing the side of your head. “what can i say, you’re a pro,” you compliment mj. “come on, em!” ned cheers through a mouthful of popcorn.

tonight was an unexpected and exciting mess, even if your date night did get crashed.

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