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inkwolvesandcoffee · 4 months

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Coy Messages & New Love (Daddy Dom!John Price on Tumblr Headcanons)

Or: More headcanons for a story I might write someday.

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Username: CaptainBear

He’s a soft Daddy Dom but with a rough edge. So is it any surprise John is very possessive yet also genuinely caring?

And kinda heartbroken you don’t live in England despite coming across as British.

Is always the first to like your posts.

And despite the rules you set, especially the DNI if you’re 40+ (in my mind, John is about 42), you allow him to interact with your content.

Because there’s something drawing you to him, something inexplicable that craves his attention. Something that keeps you hoping there’s a chance.

Your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you receive a notification.

CaptainBear sent you a message.

CaptainBear: Hey, I just wanted to say I thoroughly enjoy your blog and you seem like a very darling girl. And pretty to boot! You probably won’t respond to this and that’s fine, but I thought I’d finally gather the courage to pop in and tell you.

CaptainBear: Also, if I may be blunt, seeing you wear that choker in combination with that bunny shirt makes it very difficult to think. If you were at base with me, I don’t think I’d be of any use. Mission planning would be nigh on impossible.

(your_username): Base? What do you do for a living?

CaptainBear: I’m in the military. Captain.

(your_username): Wow, seriously?! That’s incredible! But, with all due respect, what is a man like you doing in a place like this?

CaptainBear: Satisfying my curiosity. Maybe on a mission to find something.

(your_username): Which is?

CaptainBear: Companionship. With luck, yours.

(your_username): What’s your name, soldier? If you tell me, I’ll see what I can do.

CaptainBear: It’s John. Sorry, should’ve mentioned that. Quite a generic name too, I know.

(your_username): It’s alright, John. Is it short for anything or just John?

CaptainBear: It’s short for Jonathan, but only my Mum calls me that.

(your_username): But what if I did?

CaptainBear: God, you’ve got no idea how much I now want to hear you say it.

(your_username): Maybe someday you will.

He regularly checks up on you, even multiple times a day. Look, John just wants to make sure you ate, stay hydrated, and are healthy.

When he's on leave, it's not uncommon to get a message from him accompanied by a picture of a pint with the context he's at a pub with his pals. More often than not, it's followed by a confession he'd rather spend the evening with you.

Loves it when you send him photos, especially to show off new lingerie you bought.

Thrives on the knowledge he gets to see more of you than anyone else and loves the thought you’re showing others what they can’t have.

Because it’s all his.

Has confessed to jerking off to them… a lot.

Shares little bits of his day with you. He’d be at a bookshop and ask you to pick something for him to read or your recommendations. Or he’ll be cooking and be struck with curiosity because what is your favourite food? What do you like to eat?

CaptainBear: Y/N, I made a brownie.

(your_username): Oh, is it any good?

The photo he sends you answers the question. Nevertheless, just to be sure and give him the chance to give context, you send a follow-up question. (your_username): Did you use 90% cocoa chocolate or is it…

CaptainBear: It’s burnt… so now you know I can’t bake. I’m a man of many talents, but baking isn’t one.

(your_username): I’m sure you more than make up for it otherwise, sir.

CaptainBear: You’ll find out when we meet, my dear.

Assures you that when he’s away on deployment he’s not making up a lie to be with another. And in order to prove that, John will sneak in photos to show you he’s really in Iraq or wherever else.

Drives the task force up the wall because he gets quite lovey dovey in private.

Leaves compliments on your posts which are laced with possessiveness and his obsession with you (my pretty Dollie, sweet little thing, etc.) on your posts. He tags you in photos and reblogs too to let you know what he's into, thinks you like, and hopes for your relationship and possible future.

Furthermore, he also shows you claimed him via reblogs and by stating he’s ‘taken and proudly devoted to (your_username)’ in his blog’s bio (even before he's asked for your submission, which he is pretty sure you'll give him. Until then, it's a way to stave off unwanted attention).

Gets especially gooey with lust and affection when you show him the plushies you’ve crocheted (totally not saying this because I crochet, haha). Like, he’ll immediately brighten when he sees a '(your_username): John (and occasionally sir or even Daddy later down the line), look at this!' followed by a photo of you snuggling with your new animal buddy.

As time passes by and you two get to know each other in more ways than one, you finally decide to meet. The moment you tell John you booked a train to London during the time he’s on leave he’s overjoyed. Ecstatic even.

The moment you enter King’s Cross, he spots you and practically runs over to wrap you up in a warm bear hug before you can get so much as a greeting out. The only sound you make is a surprised squeal as he lifts you up and twirls you around. “My little lady, finally home.”

At last, you regain your voice. “Hello to you too, Jonathan.”

Though he loathes hearing anyone else use his full name, he melts on the spot when you do. Moreover, he’s flattered you remembered the promise he thought was an empty one, a fleeting wish.

Turned into a dream come true.

Takes you out for coffee and Build-A-Bear as a first date the day after because your first day together gets lost to unpacking and settling into the Hackney townhouse he calls ‘home’. Lost to getting the messages (holding hands all the while), learning how each of you likes their coffee, what his favourite cigars are, what your favourite food is.

Lost to the feeling of what it’ll be like to live together.

It’s surprisingly much easier for John to tune into you than he expected. Henceforth, he picks up on the hesitation that underlines your movements, the slight shudder in your lips while he tries his best not to get completely lost in you.

“We don’t have to do this,” he hastily says between kisses, needing to get the words out before you start something you won’t want to finish.

“No, I want to, John. I want you.” You told him you’re a virgin and have given off clues that the concept of actually having sex is, to be honest, quite frightening. Nevertheless, you’ve put your trust in him and feel secure in his touch, his embrace.

“I know, love, but I mean that we don’t, shouldn’t even, have sex if you don’t want to.” His features soften. “Don’t do it if you feel like you need to to please me because you don’t. I’ll wait for when you’re ready. I told you before, this isn’t about sex or the dynamic. I love you. Love who you, you as a person, are and I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want.”

After reassuring him and giving him your consent explicitly multiple times, he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom.

Tries to be gentle the first time, but ends up being rough anyway. He’s utterly enchanted, nay, enthralled by how you look, unraveling over and over again.

All because of him.

Nonetheless, John refuses to cum inside you until you’re on birth control and he has bought a box of proper condoms.

“It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you or cum inside. Believe me, I do, every minute of the day. Drives me fucking mad, but,” he caresses your hair as he pries your legs away from his waist, ”I have to think about your health as well.”

You don’t protest, don’t want to after a soft kiss on the forehead and a husky “I’m sorry, love”. In response, you lightly squeeze his arm and shake your head. “Don’t apologise. I also won’t force you to do things you don’t want to do. Though it’s nice.”

“What is?”

“You looking out for me.”

“‘Course I do,” John snaps into you, picking up the pace again that has you seeing stars, “I’m your captain. Your man. Your bear.”

Those very words, combined with his warm presence, tips you over the edge.

A content echo of his name fills the room, rings in his ears as a satisfied sigh falls from your lips and tears stain your cheeks. It’s this image of chaotic beauty, of gorgeous ruination, which almost makes him break his promise. Nonetheless, after a few more sharp thrusts, he pulls out. Thick creamy white spurts draw an intricate pattern on your skin.

His mark.

John rests his forehead against yours, basking in the afterglow. “I love you.”

Today and the many days he hopes are ahead of you.

#Captain John Price Smut #John Price smut #John Price #CoD smut #John Price x Reader #Captain Price x Reader #Captain Price smut #Captain John Price x Reader #CoD x Reader

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itiswormtimebaby · 10 months

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Here’s what I’m thinking about:

Biker!Bucky (who also happens to be your brother’s best friend) comforting you when you accidentally get way too high and think you’re going to die.

TW: Recreational drug use (weed), talks of death (reader feels like they’re dying), virgin reader, suggestive

The illicit baked goods were handed over with very clear instructions, only eat HALF. But you were so hungry, and the brownie was surprisingly good, and what would really be the harm in eating a whole instead of a half? Death. Inevitable death would be the harm.

There’d been a very pleasant twenty-five minutes where it felt as if you were dancing on air, now you could barely get any- breathing shallow, chest tight, head heavy. This was it. Goodbye, cruel world. You knew there was little to be done so you decided to embrace the inevitable, if you acted quickly maybe you could go in your sleep. So you filled your cats food bowl, pressed a quick kiss to her head, and crawled into your hammock to await the end- but wait, wait you couldn’t go with regrets, that was a sure fire way to come back as a ghost and you did not want to haunt your crappy walk up forever. No, no regrets.

So you called James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, your brother’s Bucky. Bucky who lived only a few blocks away, Bucky who could send you off without regret. He picked up on the third ring, and didn’t get much in edgewise after a hesitant “Hello?”

“Bucky! Bucky I’m dying and I need you to come over right now. The doors unlocked.” You’d hung up before he could ask any questions, best to save your breath, you reasoned. For his part Bucky had politely but firmly asked the girl currently occupying his bed to leave, and made for the door, tugging on gray sweats as he went. While he was positive your dumb ass wasn’t dying he wasn’t willing to leave you in a distressed state.

When he kicked off his bike and made it inside he’d found you curled up in your hammock, clinging to your cat, eyes squeezed shut; he’d grabbed your attention with a gruff “Bug?” You’d shot up, furry feline friend taking off with a displeased hiss at the sudden rocking motion; “Thank God, Bucky! Get over here, I don’t have much time.” He’d crouched down next to your hammock, bringing his cool metal hand to your cheek, brushing away some stray hairs and taking note of your blown out pupils; “What the fuck are you on?”

“It- it was supposed to only be half the brownie, but I ate it all, I’m such an idiot and now-” He bit back a laugh realizing you were just stoned off your ass, not wanting to add insult to injury as your eyes welled with tears “-now I’m dying but I can’t go yet, Buck, I can’t, because if I die full of regrets I’ll have to haunt this stupid place forever.”

“For Christ’ sake, Bug, you’re not dying, you’re just stoned.”

With an adamant shake of your head you reached down and grabbed his flesh hand, pressing the palm of it flat to your chest as the tears in your eyes finally spilled over with a warbling hiccup; “I- I’m not, I am but I’m not- I know what death feels like.”

His mouth popped open in mock surprise; “Oh, you do? Because you’ve experienced it so many times?”

Your bottom lip quivered as you glowered pathetically at him, “D-don’t be mean to me. Not right now.” Torn between pushing the issue and humoring you he chose to go with the latter.

“Okay then, Bug, no regrets. How can I help?”

With a small watery smile you turned in the hammock to fully face his kneeling form; “We’ve got to have sex-”

“Jesus fuck!” Your sincere expression, tear stained cheeks, and glassy eyes awakened something dark within him, pleasure spiking within his groin and pulling him to half mass even as he adamantly shook his head no. Seeing his refusal you began teetering on the brink of tears again; “Please Bucky, please, you have to fuck me, it has to be you. I don’t want to die a virgin and I love y-”

Quicker than your sluggish brain could process the cool fingers of his left hand wrapped around your mouth, silencing you as his other hand smoothed across the top of your head and down to cup your cheek, thumb stroking it in small even passes. He took three steadying breaths, eyes clenched shut, before he met your gaze; “Shut up. We are not having this conversation right now.” You whined behind the gag of his hand, but he just shook his head firmly in return, so much for humoring you. “Bug, you are high as a fucking kite. So here’s what’s going to happen; I’m going to go get you a drink, and then you’re going to sleep. End of.”

He stood abruptly, moving towards the door of the bedroom as you pleaded with him to come back and take you, promising he could do whatever he wanted as long as he was inside you. You didn’t stop rambling until he stormed back in with a glass of water, towering over your prone form. “Listen to me,” he hissed “when I finally fuck you the only thing you’ll be high on is my cock, so do me a favor and shut the fuck up about it so I can take care of you until then.”

AN: In hindsight I’ve taken some liberties with the use of the word “comforting.”

#bucky barnes x reader #biker!bucky #bucky/reader #hwita #smut adjacent #bucky and bug #brother's best friend bucky

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klausysworld · 9 months

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Can I get some fluffy Klaus headcanons where he’s dating someone who cooks/bakes? Not as a career, but as a hobby

Klaus and his little baker girl:

When Klaus met y/n she didn’t know that he was a hybrid. She found it odd and somewhat worrying with how little he ate and often cooked or baked things for him whenever she saw him.

She knew her food was good, she’s had many friends and family members tell her so and so if he didn’t eat her food then she knew something was wrong.

Thankfully Klaus has good taste in all senses and nearly licked the plate clean.

He could see the glint of relief in her eyes and the warmth that spread through her when he told her how delicious her strawberry tart was and it made his heart swell.

It was clear to Klaus that this was y/n’s love language, giving to him and caring for him.

Klaus wasn’t used to walking in to a warm meal and a smiling face each night.

Every night he made sure to stop at y/n’s knowing she would have something ready for him no matter how late he showed up. He found that since knowing her, he felt hunger for something other than blood but instead for actual food and for her presence.

No matter what she was making: a stew, a roast, a steak, a pasta dish, a fish dish, something savoury or something sweet. Whatever she served him, was always delicious. And he always wanted more.

He wasn’t sure where she got all the time from to bake him his shortbread, brownies, angel cakes and other little treats. Between him being at her house and her being at work while he’s amongst a war, he didn’t know how she managed to find the time for her hobbies. But he was thankful she did nevertheless.

Klaus was certain that if he weren’t supernatural then he would’ve had diabetes from the amount of sugar she fed him. At one point he questioned if she was trying to ‘fatten him up’ to which she laughed and offered a ‘maybe?’ back to him.

He loved how sweet she was, so soft and innocent in the best of ways. Her biggest worry was that he didn’t eat enough and her main wonder of each day was what she would cook for dinner.

And when she accidentally found out he had a big family, her first thought (after getting upset that he didn’t tell her) was to invite them all for dinner. He was very reluctant but he couldn’t tell her big eager eyes no, not when he knew it was something she would love.

So after a lot of threats and physical fights, Freya, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah, Hayley and Hope all arrived at miss y/l/n’s home along with Niklaus of course.

She had made a mix of foods for them so they could pick what they wanted and made some simpler dishes for young Hope as the fancy foods didn’t appeal. It was something that instantly made the Mikaelsons like her and also have them all see the love shine in Klaus’s eyes. True, pure love.

It was the first of many things the mikaelsons would try from y/n.

Once she became a frequent visitor there and they came comfortable at hers, they were almost always snacking on something.

Elijah had a craving for cobblers and crumbles, Freya had taken to anything with strawberries in it, Kol went for anything in sight and Rebekah wanted to try everything at least once. Meanwhile Hope and Klaus were slowly learning some of y/n’s recipes and Hope was making slight alterations to make them more to her liking.

Often Klaus would notice y/n adding a cake to Hoped lunch box and sneaking out of bed early to set the breakfast table.

If she were to ever miss a meal then every mikaelson was on alert thinking she was missing.

If she didn’t bake something for a couple days then they were trying to find what was wrong and when she got too stressed and over baked Hope was bringing brownies to school while the vampires in the compound would come and steal a biscuit.

Everyone loved y/n’s baking and her cooking. Many times Freya, Rebekah and Hayley had tried to tell her to open a coffee shop but she argued she like her other job just fine and liked that food was something she did because she loved and not because it was a responsibility.

The mikaelson home was a brighter place with her cheerful smile and loving nature.

Klaus was so much happier with her caring nature around him. So much warmer as a person, whether or not it was the constant sugar rush or the flood of affection, he wasn’t sure but he loved it either way.

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anzulvr · 10 months

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How would first kiss with Karma look like?

♡ Karma x reader, oneshot! ♡

Korosensei is DEFINITELY playing a part in this.

He’s dragging the entire class down with him too.

It’s like the same vibe to what they tried to do with Karasuma and Irina. ( Where they’re over here trying to play Cupid and matchmake people.)

Neither one of you will admit to the other you like eachother so they take it into their own hands

The first Step of Class E’s plan was set in motion, Korosensei had handed everyone a personalized pop quiz.

He made sure to give you math questions he knew you’d struggle with because that’s Karmas strongest subject.

He did the same with Karma giving him very complicated questions on (your favorite subject but anything other than math).

He pulled Karma and you aside asking you to tutor eachother.

Karma would be helping you in math and you’d be helping him in (subject).

You were both pretty confused because Korosensei could help the whole class study at once if he wanted to but neither of you said it since it was a good excuse to hang out with eachother after school.

Step 2 was up and done by the time you were headed to Karmas house to study.

Thanks to Itona and Ritsu they’d gotten a couple of tech tricks down their sleeves ready to go.

You start working on the assignments and after a few minutes of talking the song double take by DHRUV starts lightly playing in the background.

“Can you hear that?”

“..yeah what the hell??”

Step 3 is set in motion

Sugino is in charge of dimming the lights and so he does 😭

Then [favorite flower] appears in your hand.

Korosensei put it there at mock 20, he also shoved Karma towards you.

Muramatsu and Hara were in charge of dropping rose petals down the stairs.

It’s so awkward and Karma gets back to his spot so quickly.

Now both of you are visibly embarrassed😭

“I swear I don’t know where any of this is coming from.”

“This has to be Korosenseis way of messing with us.”

You both start looking around, then, lo and behold Rio and Fuwa fall out of the cabinet they were hiding in.

“Rio I told you you were taking up too much space!”

“I was trying my legs were hurting!”

Korosensei gets out of his hiding spot to frantically checking to see if they’re hurt.

Since their cover was already blown the rest of the class came out of where they were hiding.

It was actually pretty impressive how so many of them managed to hide in silence for long, minus the way Rio and Fuwa fell, everyone had been really sneaky.

You look around and notice Korosensei had a camera on him, Maehara took a step forward getting out of the curtain he was hidden behind of and winced when he realized he accidentally pulled the rope that was attached to a “Congratulations on your Relationship!” Banner. (They couldn’t find one in store so Sugaya designed it and Ritsu got it printed out.)

After seeing Maehara messed up anyway Okajima pops one of those little confetti cannons when he notices everyone turned to look at him he goes “sorry the urge was too strong I really wanted to do that.”

Everyone starts frantically apologizing like:

“We shouldn’t have done this we’re sorry for being pushy!”

“Yeah- also Karma we ate the brownies in your fridge, planning this was a lot of work.”

Except for Terasaka and Hazama both of them are just like “You’re telling me we were dragged here for nothing??”

Nagisa is the last person to say anything “We were being pushy I know- but we only wanted to help you out since you like eachother.”

Before you can reply they’re out the door. (They were too scared to hear anything Karma had to say)

The second they leave you both are laughing so hard and just poking fun at the whole situation.

“What where they even going for they made it seem like a proposal—”

“Right! I thought I was imagining things until Rio and Fuwa face planted!”

After a while of joking back and fourth you decide to bring Nagisas apology up.

“About what Nagisa said… you like me?”

“what about you- do you like me?”

“Hey! I asked you first.”

“I thought it was obvious I do.”

Karma leans closer to you

“Can I?”

You kiss him and *click*

Korosensei was at the window with the Camera still, he flew off fast when he realized the flash was on.

“Huh maybe they’re plan wasn’t as stupid as we thought.”

“Do you think the whole “im sorry” act was apart of the plan or just a happy accident?”

“Happy accident? I take it you liked the kiss then?”

“Shut up.”

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #akabane karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #karma akabane headcannons #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #assasination classroom #assassination classroom #assclass

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dreamescapeswriting · 1 year

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Stray Kids Reaction || Reader Is Stressed Out

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - May 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN:

Chan walked through the door to find you in the same position he had left you in this morning and the sight alone was enough to make his heart stop. When was the last time you ate something that wasn't take away food or something you could quickly heat in the microwave?

"Baby, this is getting ridicilous," He told you as he came and stood behind you, his heart sinking when you barely acknowledged that he was standing there your head too busy with books as you tried to study for an upcoming exam.

"I need to study, for the last exam." You stuttered out, your eyes scanning over the page frantically before Chan took it away from you and shook his head.

"You're going to make yourself sick, you're not eating properly or sleeping." As he spoke you attempted to take the book back from him but he placed it out of your reach and shook his head.

"You have three days before your exam. Tonight, you're going to have a real home-cooked meal. A hot bath and then you're going to sleep, all night." He ordered, his eyes finding yours as you pouted a little. You knew he was right about taking a break but you couldn't, not when your graduation rested on the exam you were studying for.

"But-"

"No. You're incredibly smart, but if you keep pushing yourself the way you are, you're not going to make it through the exam." You sighed a little as he pulled you to rest against his chest, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back.

"I'm so stressed." You sniffled out shaking your head before he kissed the top of your head and continued to do his best to comfort you.

"I know baby, I know. It's okay, you're going to be okay...Let's take it one day at a time," He whispered kissing your cheek softly as you held onto him, softly crying into his chest.

MINHO:

"Yn?" Minho looked up from his book to see you staring down at a text you'd just gotten and it was as if you'd seen a ghost, you looked sick and panicked all at the same time.

"yn..." He whispered, glancing around before making his way to your side of the table, he gently took your wrist into his grasp and felt your pulse beginning to skyrocket and he instantly knew what he had to do. Without saying a word he sat you down on the floor gently resting against the bookcase behind him before pulling you into his grasp,

"Shh, shh, it's alright." He whispered as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms as he held onto you tightly. Your body was already beginning to shake and tears were streaming down your cheeks as you did your best not to sob too hard.

"Let it out baby, let it out," He whispered as he held onto you, glancing at the text you'd gotten to let you know that your exams had been moved up putting them one right after the other.

"I can't...I can't." You could barely get words out but Minho continued to hold onto you, something he had done many times before when you'd had a panic attack in front of him.

"I'm sure they will change it again," He whispered to you,

"They will realise the mistake and change them," He reassured you as you nodded, doing your best to breathe calmly and listen to his words.

"Deep breath in." He whispered, taking in a deep breath while you did the same and letting it out after five seconds, continuing to do so until you'd calmed down a little.

CHANGBIN:

It was the final week of the university which meant everyone was cramming for exams as well as getting ready to head home for the last time. Changbin had been in and out of the house all day taking some of your boxes to the moving van he'd hired for the two of you leaving you locked in your study most of the day.

"Yn, I bought you some food. Felix also made brownies," Changbin chuckled softly at the thought, opening the door to your study and frowning when he find you crying in front of all of your books.

"What's wrong?"

"How am I supposed to graduate, nothing...N-Nothing is going into my head," You sniffled turning your head to look at him as tears streamed down your cheeks and you shook your head.

"Nothing! It's all going out! I-I can't! I can't do this!" You screamed before Changbin made his way over to you and held you from behind, you looked as though you were five seconds away from throwing the books at the wall.

"Shh, baby. It's okay, you're just tired and you've been studying too much...That's why it feels like this," He reassured you as you shook your head,

"No...No I'm dumb-"

"First of all, you're one of the smartest girls I know. You're exhausted and studying far too much, that's why it feels like nothing is going into your head. You need breaks," He spoke calmly, holding you tighter as you sniffled a little trying to take in a deep breath as you closed your eyes. You knew he was right but you didn't have much time before your next exam and everything was resting on your chest,

"I have work tomorrow before the exam, if I don't study now I have no time." You breathed out but Changbin continued to hold you and let you cry it out.

"Skip the day, skip it." He whispered but you shook your head, you couldn't just skip a day when you had so many bills to pay back.

"Babe, you need to. It's one day, one shift you can pick up later when you're less stressed," You turned around in his arms, hiding your face in his chest.

"I'll think about it," You mumbled against his chest, sniffling a little as you took the brown bag out of his hand and looked for the brownies he'd mentioned.

HYUNJIN:

As soon as Hyunjin walked through the door he knew that there was something wrong, your books were all over the floor and not to mention there was a broken plate that you'd left amiss.

"Yn?" He called out, frowning as he made his way into the bedroom to find you sobbing into the pillows of your shared bed, instantly he dropped the bag he was carrying and rushed to sit beside you.

"What happened? Are you okay?" It wasn't often that you cried so he knew that there had to be something big for you to be crying like this so openly.

"I missed it," You managed to get out through choked sobs, whimpering as you thought about it all over again. You'd slept through every alarm you'd set for yourself and managed to miss the most important exam of your university life.

"Missed what? The exam?" He questioned, his hands gently running up and down your back as you nodded at him beginning to break down into tears again.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," He pressed you closer to him as he softly comforted you to the best of his ability while you cried against his chest. He'd seen you studying late last night and had told you to sleep but you'd been so insistent on finishing your revising.

"The professor will probably let you retake it, I'm sure if you explain it to him..." He trailed off and you slowly nodded your head. You'd already spoken to your professor about the exam and he'd agreed.

"He's agreed but he's taking time off the exam to make me learn from my mistakes," You sniffled as Hyunjin gently wiped away a tear from your cheek and smiled weakly at you,

"You'll rock it, okay? No matter what. But for now, you need to sleep and you need food." He pressed his lips to your forehead as you cuddled closer to him, right now all you wanted was to stay in the arms of Hyunjin for as long as you could

JISUNG:

"I bought everything I could think of," Jisung said as he walked into the bedroom to see you in the same position he had left you. Snuggled into the sheets, surrounded by used tissues as well as books that you were trying to study from.

"Books. Down. Now." He ordered, snatching the book from you and shaking his head. You were sick, so sick you could barely get out of bed without him helping you around and yet you were still trying to force yourself to study.

"I need to study, I have a final next week,"

"You're also sick, so while you're trying to study and stress yourself out, you're going to take longer to heal." He mumbled at you, gently applying a small cold compress to your head and shaking his head at you.

"Fine, Dad," You said sarcastically as you relaxed against the bed and did your best not to worry about the fact that you were also missing work.

"I spoke to your boss, he said if you even try to come in he will force you back home and he's giving you paid time off," He smiled at you, gently running his hand over your cheek before kissing your hand.

"Thank you," You yawned out, closing your eyes as you relaxed more and more against the sheets.

FELIX:

Felix had been trying to get you to quit your job ever since he'd seen how much it was stressing you out to have to do it,

"You literally just got home," He told you as you began to get dressed for class. You'd taken night shifts as a waitress in a club which meant most of your nights you'd get maybe an hour or two of sleep before going straight to class.

"I have classes," You mumbled tiredly, attempting to pull on jeans not realising that you were putting them on back to front as well as inside out.

"You're also putting your pants on wrong." He got up and took them away from you, putting them in the washing pile and shaking his head.

"Bed,"

"Classes." You reminded him before he gently turned your head to face the calendar only to realise it was a Saturday.

"O-Oh..." You whimpered, falling onto the bed and tears sprang to your eyes as you thought about it. You'd been so tired you hadn't realised what day it was.

"I got an email for a job that would be perfect for you," He told you as he lay on the bed beside you, watching as you nodded tiredly at him.

"Cleaning the university, it's 16 hours a week...It's perfect for you," He told you as you slowly turned your head to look up at him, it was the perfect job. You'd have plenty of time to study and you wouldn't have to ruin your sleep.

"I'll apply-"

"Already sent your CV," He winked at you making you giggle a little and snuggle into the sheets and relaxed a little.

SEUNGMIN:

As soon as Seungmin had noticed how much your exams were stressing you out as well as your job he decided to do something about it.

"I have no shifts again..." You sniffled, shaking your head as the tears began to build up in the corners of your eyes causing Seungmin to frown at it. He thought if you didn't have to worry about working for the next few weeks then you could focus on your exams,

"Isn't that a good thing, more time to focus on your studies," He said slowly but when you turned to look at him he knew he'd fucked up,

"I need my job, I have student bills and not to mention food to buy when we're living here. If I don't have a job, I don't have food and if I don't have food I don't-" You stopped talking when Seungmin wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

"I took your shifts," He admitted before biting down on his lip a little,

"I thought it would help you out if you didn't have to work so hard," You turned your head to look at him and frowned,

"Why? You know I need to pay back my bills," You wiped your cheeks a little, it was sweet that he was willing to do that for you but you needed to work, you weren't going to rely on everyone else.

"I didn't want you to be so stressed out baby," He sighed a little and pressed his lips to your cheeks.

"Please...Just take this week to yourself, yeah?" You nodded at him and cuddled into his chest, a week off work just to focus on your studies did sound nice.

"Fine. But I want my shifts back as soon as I can." You warned him before he nodded and kissed you gently.

JEONGIN:

It was paining Jeongin to see you in this way, waking up at the crack of dawn every day so you could go to work before having to attend classes straight after. He thought moving in together would mean you could take on fewer shifts at work as you wouldn't be the only one dealing with rent but it seemed as though moving in together only made you work harder.

"Baby," Jeongin called out as you walked into the apartment after a particularly long day, your head was pounding from the headache you had and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget the day had even happened.

"Mmm?" You mumbled, laying down beside him on the bed as he turned his attention away from the book he was studying from and looking at you.

"Have you thought about dropping one of your classes? Making more time for yourself?" As he spoke his hand gently ran up and down your back, watching as you slowly looked up at him and whimpered. You knew it was probably the right thing to do, maybe dropping two classes would make up for some time you would need,

"I can't, I need to graduate this year." You whispered, shaking your head at him as you slowly sat up in the bed. There was no way you could just drop some subjects and graduate a year later than planned,

"Why? Why do you NEED to graduate this year?" It was something he'd never asked before, he was never going to question you on your plans but if it was going to stress you out to this extreme he wanted to know.

"Because you graduate this year...We need to leave together," His hand on your back stalled and he stared down at you with a frown forming between his brows.

"I'm not going to leave until we're both ready...If I graduate before you I can take up more shifts at work until you finish, no big deal." You stared up at him, he would do that for you? Wait around an extra year because he wanted to be with you?

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Baby, I would give you the moon if I could," He whispered before pressing his lips to yours and feeling you instantly relax against him with the weight that was now removed from your shoulders.

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elsweetheart · 1 year

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hey bb it me 😽

i think seeing dealer!ellie react to her gf unknowingly getting into a batch of weed brownies she made would be a fun prompt for u to write also i think she would b so sweet n take care of her heheheeheh

hi frankie pankie 🌸

here it is!!! srry it’s a little short :(

bad batch.

🎀 tw: weed, getting too high, general discomfort idk

you were a simple girl, you saw brownies— you ate them.

ellie was having a boring day, she had been catching up on a shit load of work that she was late in handing in having spent the weekend partying (for business purposes, of course.) and all she wanted to do was come home to her sweet girlfriend who she had told to let herself into her dorm. she opened the door to her room, stopping in her tracks when she saw you clearing off a brownie she had left in a tupperware box on her desk.

“oh shit.”

you turned to her with a smile, happy that she was back and screwing your nose up slightly. “ellie no offence but these brownies suck, like they taste weird.” you giggled slightly, tracking her with your eyes as she dropped her bag in the doorway with her mouth agape, walking over to the desk.

“babe, how many did you have?” she asked urgently and your smile dropped, wondering if she was saving it for herself and you’d been greedy. “just this one…”

“okay, um, so that’s an edible— babe. i would have given you like… maybe a quarter of that.” she edged herself down on the bed. right now was crucial, she knew it was gonna hit you hard and panicking you was gonna make things so much worse, so she had to be calm.

“what?” your eyes widened, and she wasn’t sure if it were the lighting but for a moment she swore your skin turned two shades paler like it would in the dead of winter. “no, no— ellie i don’t wanna—” she sensed your panic and she came over to where you sat, kneeling in front of you.

“hey, s’gonna be fine. we’re gonna get you some food, gonna put on a funny movie, we’re just gonna chill. it’s only scary if you’re scared, you know.” she smiled, her thumbs wiping over your knuckles. you let out a nervous breath, nodding. “‘kay, ellie.”

it had been 45 minutes and there’d been nothing. you were starting to think ellie’s supplier had given her fakes, leaning against her as the two of you giggled at the stupid scene in the disney movie. it appeared that ellie stopped giggling, but you were still going. everything became funny, and soon you were clutching her laughing.

“alright now loser, wasn’t that funny.” she chuckled back, before her eyes widened slightly realising that it was hitting you. “oh. okay.”

she leant across from you for her water bottle, uncapping it for you as you continued cackling against her. “hey, look what i got. waaater.” she whispered, as if it were the most important and expensive item in the world. you looked up at her finally in the low light, eyes blows out and glossy and your mouth made a small ‘o’ shape, entranced. “water.” you repeat and she nodded, bringing it towards your lips. “sip, do not chug it you hear me?” she commanded light heartedly and you did, taking minuscule sips. “atta girl.”

it was fine, you felt a normal amount of high for a while — but it seemed to continue to climb. the disney song playing out on the screen had seemed to be on a loop for an hour — a manic blur of bright colours and happy faces. ellie watched you from the side, feeling a little guilty at how amused she was at your engagement. “s’the movie good, baby?” she suppressed her chuckle. you slowly dragged your eyes away from the screen, reaction delayed and stared up at ellie.

“everything is… moving so much.” you closed your eyes, brows creasing as you lay against her.

“you feelin’ okay, bug?” she sounded sympathetic this time.

“j’s wanna be normal now.” you moaned into her, feeling a little motion sickness from her swaying her so slightly.

“i know, babe. you will be normal soon. well, as normal as you can be.” she added in a playful smirk, trying to lighten the mood. you didn’t find it funny however, so she distracted from the moment. “how’d you feel about pizza right now?”

#whore-era #dealer!ellie #ellie williams fluff #ellie tlou2 fluff #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams blurb

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peterdarlingg · 1 year

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Bad Habits

warnings: none

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter is still getting used to your habits.

A/n: surprise, I finally wrote something! It’s not the best and it’s a bit short andd it’s not edited so just a warning. Gif is by @peterrparkor But I hope you enjoy none the less and any feedback would be appreciated. 🩷

“What are you doing?”

Peter sat up on the couch brows furrowed, looking at you as you abruptly got up, stood there for a few seconds and walked into the kitchen.

“I want eat brownies so I’m gonna make some.” You stated simply.

“Okay…” peter trailed off. You often did that sort of thing. You would be sitting down together and then an idea would pop into your mind and if you really wanted it you would go do it. He was still kinda getting used to you doing that.

It was 3 am and you woke up hungry. You decided you were craving a big mac. So you proceeded to get up, put on a jacket over your pajamas and left Peter a pillow to cuddle instead.

“Where the hell are you?” Peter sounded over the phone. He was pissed.

“I was hungry so I went to get a Big Mac.” You said nonchalantly, unaware of peter’s state.

Unbeknownst to you, peter woke up suddenly, not sensing you next to him while he was stirring in his sleep and didn’t find you there sleeping soundly as you were next him.

After looking for you all over the small apartment and not finding you, he started to panic. Frantically pulling at his hair and calling you after you didn’t answer like 2 times.

“What…now?” He asked incredulously.

“Well, yeah.” You answered still oblivious to peter’s panicked state. “Well, why were you not answering your phone?” Peter pressed.

“Oh, I’m sorry pete, I have it on silent mode so I didn’t hear it.” You said feeling a bit guilty.

“Okay, when are you getting back? I miss you,” he pouted, starting to calm down knowing you were safe. “I’m already on my way back. I’ll be there in 5.”

When you walked through the door that night happy with your purchase and ready to devour the sandwich, peter was already waiting at the door and enveloped you in very, very tight hug. “Pete, can’t breathe.” You told him voice strained.

“Sorry, sorry.” He pulled away and gave you a passionate kiss that left you dizzy.

You looked at him, he looked tired and his hair disheveled you fussed from running his hand through it too many times, and suddenly you felt really guilty.

“I’m really sorry Peter. I promise to tell you what I’m doing next time. I just- before I moved in with you- before we were together, I’d just- I was alone…and I was just running on autopilot just doing whatever came to mind. I guess I’m still getting used to not being alone…” you trailed off.

“Baby, it’s okay.” He hugged you and kissed your temple. “We’re okay, I was just worried about you, I’m sorry if I came off a bit harsh.” “No, you didn’t I’m sorry. I promise from now on I’ll never leave without telling you, it’s just a habit, a bad one at that.”

Peter cuddled you extra harder after you ate and went to sleep that night.

That was the first time Peter experienced this habit of yours.

“You know…” peter trailed as he walked over to you. “Spider-man can just swing to get you some brownies and be back in like 5 minutes.” He said cockily. “Yeah, yeah I know.” You rolled your eyes, smiling getting out the ingredients.

“It’s better from scratch.” You said smiling.

“Fine, I’ll indulge,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“There’s no difference though,” he said under his breath. But you heard him. “Peter!” You looked at him angrily but the look in your eyes informed peter that you were just joking around. “I’m sorry, I’ll help, how do I help?”

You started telling Peter what to do. He mixed the dry ingredients while you mixed the wet ingredients and in 10 minutes the brownie batter was ready for the oven that you had preheated.

“I’m actually really excited, I’ve never baked anything before.” Peter said giddily as he sat down on the couch with you to continue watching the movie that was playing.

“Really? Never?” You asked him. “Yeah, I’ve never had the chance to I guess,” he looked a bit embarrassed, and suddenly you were reminded of Peter’s life and how hard he had it. You made it your mission to always make him happy because he deserved nothing else but. Your timer went off for the brownies and you shot up from the couch. “Yay, they’re ready!”

“Oh my goodness these taste amazing,” peter moaned as he tasted the delicious goodness of the fudgy brownies that you made together. “You were right.” Peter told you sheepishly.

“Right about what?” You asked mouthful of brownies.

“Brownies from scratch are better.” He said smiling eyes crinkling.

You smiled at him adoringly and you both continued to eat your baked goodie together, sitting in comfortable silence.

#tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker fluff #Peter Parker angst #Tom!peter parker #tasm!peterparker #my writing

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angelbaby-fics · 1 year

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Hello Chloe! Its my first time requesting for a fic so I’m gonna try my best… can I please request a stucky x little!reader with a reader that has sinus arrhythmia? Because I have it and it says that I have Irregular heartbeat and I palpitate sometimes too so maybe a scenario where reader accidentally ate chocolate that is pure choco like Belgian chocolate and after a while she was palpitating and stucky helped her through it? Maybe even taking her to the hospital because my doctor said that if I palpitate I need to go to the emergency room immediately. And ends with fluff and comfort from stucky (even letting her hold on to their tags)? Thank you.. i’m sorry if this is so much for you though…🫶🏻❤️

Chocolate Trouble

Word Count: 1.5k!

A/N: Is the gif too on the nose? hehehe... Anyways, I hope this is alright! I tried to do some research on the condition as well as my own experience with tachycardia so I hope this is accurate!! Please let me know if there's anything you need changed or rewritten 💕💕

You knew you shouldn’t, you couldn’t help it, the spread of treats was far too enticing to resist. Tony had gone all out for Peter’s birthday party, as always, and this particular party included a massive buffet of catered goods of every sort of flavor profile. What caught your eyes most, of course, was the dessert table. Without Steve and Bucky around to tell you otherwise, you completely ignored the trays of sandwiches and bowls of fresh fruit in favor of as many cakes and cookies as you could get your hands on. You made a concentrated effort to pick treats that didn’t contain any caffeine, so you wouldn’t aggravate your heart condition, but without your daddies there to tell you which foods were safe & which were no-no’s, you were having trouble. But a little treat couldn’t hurt, right?

As you stuffed a sixth chocolate brownie into your overalls pocket, Peter tapped you on the shoulder, holding out a shiny plastic bag.

“We have goodie bags, by the way,” he said, as you took the bag.

“Thank you,” you replied.

“My daddy says you can take home as many as you want! Wanna try my favorites?” He asked, and your face lit up. The rest of the party was spent by you and Peter sampling each other’s favorite treats and filling up your bag with all the ones you loved, which, of course, was all of them. You were so preoccupied with sweets, you didn’t even notice that Steve and Bucky had come to pick you up until Bucky was kneeling down next to you.

“That's a lot of sugar, sugar,” he smirked.

“Baba!” You squealed, all at once abandoning the dessert table as you threw yourself into Bucky’s arms. He spun you around before catching the bag in your hand.

“What’s all this, huh? We leave you for a couple hours and you get possessed by Cookie Monster?” Bucky joked as he rifled through the bag, removing the snacks that would aggravate your condition, much to your disappointment.

“It's a special holiday!” You rebuffed, and Peter came to your defense.

“Yeah! My birthday means that me and all my friends can eat all the treats we want and nobody can tell us no! ‘Cause I’m the birthday king!” He said proudly.

“Oh, forgive me, your highness!” Bucky replied, now satisfied with your newly accommodated bag of heart-safe treats. “Does the birthday king ever make his subjects eat their veggies?”

“NO!” You and Peter both replied, before dissolving into giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asked, finishing up his chat with Tony, and joining the three of you.

“I think someone’s got a sugar high,” Bucky answered, before calming the nervous look that instantly crossed Steve’s face, “And don’t worry, I checked all the treats. We’re safe.”

Steve knew what it was like to have a condition that affected his everyday life, and he was fiercely protective of you for it. Growing up with heart conditions of his own, he knew the struggles of having to choose sometimes between having fun and staying healthy, and he was so proud of you every time you made the right choice. Bucky let Steve look through the goodie bag as well, and when he was satisfied with it, he picked you up into his arms and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You said your goodbyes to Peter and the rest of your friends, while Steve said goodbye to all the grownups, and Bucky smiled and awkwardly waved hoping you and Steve wouldn’t take too long. Thankfully, many of the guests had been picked up before you, so you were out of the party and strapped into your car seat in no time at all. Your daddies kept the goodie bag of treats with them in the front seat, promising you could eat them to your heart’s content as soon as you finished at least of the healthy dinner Steve would prepare that night. You pouted in the back seat, having lost your bargain for a snack on the way home. How could they expect you to just sit in a car full of treats and NOT be given one? The back seat was so boring, all your toys were out of reach, the air conditioner made your nose cold, and the smell of sugar and chocolate from the front seat made your mouth water.

Wait a minute… Bucky had taken all the chocolates out of the goodie bag, hadn’t he? So what was that smell?

You remembered.

The brownies you’d stuffed in your front pocket were still there, and your daddies had no idea. Feeling very pleased with yourself, even though this little heist had been a complete accident, you popped bite after bite of rich, chewy chocolate into your mouth. The car had just pulled into the driveway when you finished the last one. Bucky went to unlock the house while Steve came around to the backseat to unstrap you, both of them none the wiser about your little chocolate escapades on the drive home. You were so excited to have gotten away with it all, until Steve was hoisting you up onto his hip, and you felt it.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, making your breath catch and shake. You hoped it was nothing serious, just post-party excitement and the joy of being in Steve’s capable arms, but then it happened again. It was like a butterfly had gotten into your ribcage and was fighting to get out. You furrowed your brows in discomfort, and Steve immediately noticed that something was wrong. His enhanced hearing and intuition, fine tuned just to you, could instantly sense the irregular beat of your heart, and he sprung into action.

“Bucky, back in the car, we gotta go,” He said, quickly reversing all his actions, strapping you back into your car seat and starting up the car. Bucky could tell the urgency, running back to the car without a question. As soon as Bucky was in, Steve sped off in the direction of Dr. Bruce’s practice, Banner being your family’s preferred physician due to his familiarity with all the littles of the Avengers crew.

“I checked, I swear I checked,” Bucky stressed, and it turned your stomach to think that he believed this was his fault.

“I know you did, honey,” Steve comforted him, but his focus was more split between keeping his eyes on the road, and nervously glancing back at you in the rearview mirror.

“What caused this, then? If she didn’t eat anything we didn’t approve of, then what the hell is going on?” Bucky whispered, not wanting to stress you out and make your heart worse. As far as they were aware, you were suddenly having a mysterious flare up of your condition, and you didn’t know what was worse, letting them believe this, or telling the truth about the treats you had snuck. You sat miserably in your car seat, heart still occasionally palpitating while you stewed in the regret of disobeying your daddies and sneaking the chocolate brownies.

When you got to Bruce’s office, you were immediately carried into a private room and hooked up to a heart monitor to keep a watch on your heart rate. You watched from your bed as the adults discussed how to fix this and what might have caused it, the guilt eating away at you. You finally decided to speak up.

“Um… doc’or Bruce?” You whispered, and all three adults turned their heads to face you. “I eated chocolate brownies. My daddies didn’t know and it’s not their fault, okay?”

Like a held breath being released, the tension in the room dissipated. Bruce smiled and came over to put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He explained to your still slightly nervous caretakers how the small amounts of caffeine in the chocolate were fine in moderation, but the quality of the chocolate you’d eaten combined with the quantity of treats you’d had throughout the day had been just a little too much for your heart, causing the previously mysterious palpitations. You’d need to be kept overnight just to monitor your condition, but your heart rate would most likely regulate soon with some rest. After his explanation, Bruce left the room so that you, Steve, and Bucky could have a moment to yourselves.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, too ashamed to look them in the eyes.

“Babydoll, it's okay,” Steve said, joining you on the hospital bed while Bucky pulled up a chair next to it. “We’re not mad, we were just so scared.”

“Daddies get scared, too?” You asked.

“Oh yeah baby, all the time!” Buck answered.

“That's crazy. You’re so tough!” you giggled, finally looking up at each of them.

Steve’s dog tags hung from his neck in front of you, and you reached out to hold them for comfort. Seeing this, Bucky took his off and handed them to you as well, and there you stayed, gripping the dogtags in your left hand and Bucky’s hand in your right, until eventually you dozed off and Bucky wiggled himself free to get your blankie and paci from the car. Steve stayed behind, not even his super soldier strength could pry your little hands off his tags when you were like this, but he didn’t care.They were both just so thankful you were okay.

#stucky x little!reader #cg!stucky #cg!stucky x little!reader #cg!bucky x little!reader #cg!steve x little!reader #little!reader #bucky x little!reader #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #chloe's fic

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cemeterygirlrocks · 9 months

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TESTING | — j.c

Summary; You’re testing a new type of chocolate you made on Jonathan.

Content; P in V, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, black fem reader, reader has female anatomy, sub!jon.

“Can you sit still? God.” You were standing over the doctor while he was in a straight jacket, sitting down in a chair trying to move even though both his legs were tied down to the feet of the chairs.

“I-It’s hard, you know. What the fuck was in that chocolate?” While turning hard to stifle your laugh, you turned your face away from his view.

A whine fell from his lips, licking over his swollen pink lips. This chocolate made him feel warm inside, too warm for his liking.

“Can you l-look at me Y/n, please?”

You and Jonathon didn’t share a home, but he always found his way into yours. It honestly made you mad, but no matter how many locks you get changed, he always finds his way in.

This time, when he arrived you weren’t there. Like he always does, he snooped. Throughout your living room, bathroom, only stopping in the kitchen.

He was so excited, you had made snacks.

There was brownies, chocolates, lollipops. You knew he liked chocolate, you were testing him.

So when he ate it, he couldn’t help but eat four out of the six you had made.

Why would you look at him, after his dumb decision.

You were in lingerie, pink striped bra along with the same itty bitty striped panties.

Your favourite, paired with black heels. You had just got out of the lab, and you came home to this.

The only reason you did it was to give him some sort of relief. It wasn’t in your plan for him to eat the chocolates, you were gonna test them on a random homeless dude you’d freshen up.

All because he was stupid, so stupid, that now you were in this predicament.

Although you couldn’t help but like how precious he looked.

Restricted and hot.

Jonathan really had enough, you were just watching him. His body language, the way he was reacting. Scribbling away in that clipboard of yours, lifting up your black glasses when they slid down your nose.

“Help me, c’mon?” Groaning, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“I did! Took off my clothes just like you asked, why do you have to be so ungrateful?”

A choked moan escaped from him, every insult, every word you let leave your lips made his skin crawl.

He was heating up, just from your stare, “I’m sorry, mmfu—please? D-Do something.” You pouted, your hands falling onto your hips.

Jonny barely said please, surprised you. This really did make anybody beg.

“What do you want? I wanna see how it affects you, okay? Wait, so impatient.” Huffing, you began bringing your attention back to to your clipboard.

“The fuck are you doing in my house?” You yelled, jumping at the sudden presence of Jonathon.

He grinned at you, still stuffing his mouth with the chocolate. You tilted your head for a minute, until it clicked.

Running up to him, you took the last piece out of his hand, smacking him on the head. “You really shouldn’t have eaten this.”

The man rubbed his head, looking at you with the most confused look on his face.

“Ne—Need anything. I’ll take anything you give me at this point. Hurts so bad momma.”

He only ever called you momma once before. It was an accident really, you guys worked together you should’ve never got too close with him.

It happened though, you forgot it ever happened, blocking it out of your brain. He on the other hand, brought it up almost anytime you guys were alone.

You were done examining, now it was time to make it go away. Either he sat like this for at least twenty four hours; or, you helped him.

Crouching down a little bit, you smiled at him, “You want some relief Jonny?” He was sweating, eyeing her pretty pouty lips.

They were so big, so edible looking. “Mhm, p-please?” The doctor was panting, his heart beating out of his chest.

It made him so warm, he was feeling this unsettling warmness, and oh how it wouldn’t go away.

You unzipped his pants teasingly slow, a grin plastered on your face. His hips bucked up at the sudden feel, any touch by you made his stomach clench.

“Ohh f-fuck. Mhm, mmm. Please please please please?”

Giggling quietly, you watch him shake at the slightest touch. “Making you real desperate hm? Huh Jonny? Is it?”

You gripped his member, a shaky breath letting itself show, he wanted to cum, he needed to.

Two strokes in he was mumbling incoherent words to himself, a little tear falling down his face. He wasn’t sobbing, yet.

“I can cum? Fuck please? Oh shit, I’m gonna fucking cum. You’ll let me? I-I can’t hold it in momma.” You smirked, your covered tits hovering just in front of his face.

He could see, smell, but he couldn’t touch. The smell drove him to the end, made his legs shake and his heart pulsate way higher than the regular rate.

“I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming.” Jonny couldn’t stop with the heavy breathing, made you get annoyed.

“Can you shut the fuck up Jonny? So loud, calm down.” He bit down on his bottom lip, stifling a moan as warm hot liquid shot from his needy tip.

Jonathan was shuffling so much, trying to get free from the straight jacket. It was so hard though; made him pout, and made happy you laugh.

“You aren’t escaping, you done? Ima little tired Jonny.”

“No! Fuck! Please please no, I can take more. I’ll show you, ju-just touch me again. I’ll give you more of me, I promise Y/n.”

Smiling brightly while playing with his cum, you kissed your teeth, humming a soft note.

Rubbing his warm nut all over his cock, you started again. This time you weren’t as nice, swiping your thumb over his tip while doing an up and down motion.

Jonny could feel it, felt so good but hurt so bad. You heard sniffling, moving your head up to see tears flowing down his face in a crazy speed.

“P-Please momma, I really want it. I’ll give you so, so much If you let me. Hm? How bout that Y/n? You want my cum?”

You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes, “Every time we talk it’s always you asking the questions. You always wanna take the lead doctor, can’t you see you aren’t in the position to right now?”

“I’m sorry, oh fuck. It’s coming, it hurts so bad.” He sniffled, still more tears streaming.

“Oh stop that crying, don’t be a baby. You ate my chocolates, your fault not mine.” He couldn’t deny it was his fault, so stupid but so smart.

The knot in his stomach untied and he felt so little relief. He needed more, he wanted more.

“I-I know you’re tired, but I need more. I’m sorry, please?” You huffed. You weren’t tired, even though you made it seem so.

He was so needy, so dependent on you. Made your skin hot, made his skin hot.

“You’re gonna be begging me to stop.”

xo, liah

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kittykat-25 · 3 months

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One Of The Guys - Part 7

Pairings: Hongjoong x F!Reader, Chan x F!Reader

Genre: idol au, Friends x Lovers, angst

Warnings: mini anxiety attack mentioned, Feminine pet names(Bubs, Pretty Girl, Noona)

Summary: You tried really hard not to be a cliché, falling love with your best friend. How unoriginal. But when your best friend is Kim Hongjoong what are you supposed to do?

Now Playing: One Of The Guys- Jessia

Saturday morning

After the album dropped last night the guys had been in a frenzy to get everything going. Going on music core today and a variety show tonight. The packed schedule began. As you sat at the counter eating and having the show pulled up awaiting your friends stage you get a call from Chan. “Hey pretty girl, you ready for tonight?” You laughed nervously, “trying to not stress about it but excited to see you.” You heard a loud commotion in the background, “what was that?!” You asked. The call ended and a FaceTime from Chan popped up in its place. You swiped to answer and were greeted with Wooyoung’s face. “BUBS” he screeched into the phone, busting your ear drum in the process.

You could hear Chan laughing, “I had to bring Minho something and figured you’d want to say hi!” He added from behind the phone. You smiled, “thank you Channie, how’s it going boys?” You asked to no one in particular. “Y/n!!!” Was yelled back at you as the others gathering around the phone. “How are my boys? Working hard? Did you eat?” You asked, worry settling in. They all looked drained and it was only day one of the madness. “Yes we ate, and Chan Hyung brought us snacks as well.” Jongho said. The phone pointed towards. Chan would was sitting in a chair looking on happily as you got to speak with your friends.

You heard a beeping sound and all the members faces changed, “we have to go bubs! Watch us okay! “ Wooyoung yelled into the phone as he handed it back to Chan. “Have fun, go kill it!” You yelled as they all gathered at the door. As Chans face came back into focus you smiled at him widely. “Thank you Channie. That might be the only time I’ll get to actually see them for a while.” Chan said his goodbyes to your friends, walking out the door you caught Joong eyes and waved quickly before turning your eyes back to Chan. “Anything for you pretty.” You blushed deeply. Enough for Hongjoong to see it from where he was standing. A raw nagging eating at his stomach. Chalking it up to nerves he put on his game face. Not letting you distract him from work.

You got off the phone with Chan and went back to the screen ready to start the show and support the guys. Glad you lived alone in times like this as you screamed your heart out to their newest song. You spent the rest of the morning playing their new album while cleaning and dancing around your apartment. You and Wooyoung had already picked out an outfit for dinner tonight. Around 2 you started baking a cake to take to them. You knew Felix was making his famous brownies, you were so excited to get to try them. But you also didn’t want to show up empty handed. Not matter how many times Chan said it was fine. So you pulled out your go to cake recipe and go to work.

As you walked to Chans dorm you tried not to fidget too much. Your nerves were kicking in and by the time you got to the door you were fully hyperventilating. You sat the cake down and reached for your phone. Mindlessly scrolling for Joong or Wooyoung you had to remind yourself that they wouldn’t be able to help you right now. You clicked Chans contact and prayed he would answer. “Hey are you here.” You tried to get some air in your lungs, “y-yeah.” You stammered out. Chan was quiet for a minute then you heard a door close. “Are you outside? I’m coming down.” You stayed on the phone while sitting beside your cake. You had just put your head in your hands, calming down when the door busted open behind you. “Y/n, pretty girl are you okay?” Chan asked crouching down in front you of.

You looked up, finally able to breathe normally and shook your head. “Apparently I’m more nervous than I let myself believe.” You said trying to lighten the mood. “Baby we don’t have to go inside until you are okay.” He said and you tried to stand, legs a little shaky. “I’m alright Channie.” You said and you reached down to grab the cake. “I made yall something!” Chan reached over and took the cake box from you and grabbed your hands in one of his. “Y/n, I know you are nervous so if you start to get anxious or feel even somewhat uncomfortable please let me know so I can help.” You smiled at him and nodded. “They are going to love you.” He added opening the door and leading you inside.

As you walked up the stairs to their dorm you could feel your hands start to shake. You reached forward and grabbed Chans hand intertwining your fingers. He soothingly rubbed his thumb over the back of your hands, giving you a smile as you made it to his floor. “Okay they are loud and chaotic and Seungmin will tease me. Don’t believe a word he says.” Chan said as you made your way to his door. You could see his ears turning red. “Chan are you nervous?” You asked, slight chuckle in your voice. “These boys are my life y/n, they are chaotic and messy but they quite literally saved me. And I want you to like them and for them to like you because I would really like for you to become apart of my life as well.” His ears were bright red at this point.

You stopped Chan before he opened the door, “Chan I have put up with Ateez for the last seven years. I can handle 8 rowdy boys. And I want them to like me too, i would really like to become a part of your everyday life.” You said, a blush creeping up into your cheeks. Chan smiled at you, cupping your face in his hands. He swiped his thumb over the redness of your cheek, “so cute pretty girl.” He chuckled. He started to lean towards you and you could feel your heart racing, he was a breath away from you when the door swung open. “Oh my god! My eyes!” Someone started yelling. “The old man was kissing her. I’m gonna be sick.” Chan dropped his head, “Kim Seungmin I’m gonna kill you.” He called as he lead you into the dorms. All seven of the members now staring at you.

Being around Stray Kids was just as chaotic if not more than Ateez. You knew Changbin going into it so that made it easier. Soon after you shut the door he broke the silence of everyone staring at you and tackled you with a hug. Everyone else warmed up immediately, like you had always been there. Like you belonged. You walked with Chan and Minho into the kitchen and asked if you could help before you were nicely kicked out by the cook.

“Good luck with that.” He said as he shooed you towards the 6 boys yelling at a video game. You went and stood behind the couch next to Chan. He immediately pulled you in front of him, sandwiching you between him and the couch. Felix and Jeongin struggling to complete a level, “Felix never gets past this level. It’s just sad at this point.” Han said to you, you looked down to find the boy on the couch below you staring. More so at where his leader had his head resting on your shoulder, arms tightly wrapped around you.

You gave him a smile, “Chan I’m sure she’s not going to go running. You don’t have to hold her so tight.” Chan hid his face into your shoulder as all the younger members turned to look at you. You laughed, “you spoke so highly of them outside, you still standing by that?” He shook his head no, “they are all dead to me.” Hyunjin gasped, throwing himself into the chair, “betrayal, I’ve done nothing wrong.” “Betrayal is that hair color on you.” Seungmin snapped back flicking the older boys hair as he walked by.

Hyunjin looked at Chan with a pout on his face, making you laugh. “Can we have a peaceful night. For once please.” Chan says exasperated. “Oh where’s the fun in that. Y/n can handle Wooyoung, she’ll be fine with us.” Changbin says throwing you a wink. “Right your friends with Hyung Hongjoong and Wooyoung.” Felix says. “I am, I was friends with them before they debuted.” You said with a smile. “I thought you were Hongjoong’s sister…” Jeongin said. “No, we’re all just friends, Wooyoungie is the closest to being my brother.” They all nodded and you felt Chans hand give yours a squeeze. The conversation went back to teasing Felix for his lack of gaming ability until Minho called everyone to eat.

The rest of the night was a dance between playing games and who could embarrass Chan the most. Changbin having the most stories easily won that competition, having Chan burrowing his head inside his hood, only seeing the redness of his cheeks and neck. You learned a lot about the group and Chan throughout the night. You were right in the way that they all adore him. The love shining through all the jokes and the way they talk about him when he left the room. Politely questioning your intentions with their oldest. The cutest was the way Chan looked at his members, clearly adoring them. Quietly taking care of them, putting more food on their plates when they weren’t looking, making sure everyone was heard and got to say what they wanted. It was such a safe and loving environment that Chan had created.

As the night continued you saw how comforting this place was, all the members taking a liking to you. As you packed up to leave, Felix and Jeongin following you around like little ducks helping you carry anything. “Do you have to leave Noona?” Jeongin asked quietly. “You can stay!” Felix added excitedly. You laughed, “I need to go home and get some sleep guys.” Jeongin looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster, “yah leave her alone and get ready. I’m not waiting on you and I know you don’t like walking home in the dark Innie.” Minho scolded the younger two lightly pushing them towards the kitchen. You smiled at him, “thank you for dinner Minho, it was delicious.” He gave you a slight nod, “I saved some of the brownies and your cake. It’s packed up for you in the kitchen.” You bowed slightly, “thank you again.” He smiled and walked outside the youngest three following behind him waving bye to you as they passed.

Chan walked up behind you wrapped his arms around your waist, “you got Minho to like you, that’s impressive.” You nudged him slightly with your elbow, “you said they’d all love me. Did you doubt my abilities?” He laughed, “never pretty girl, just impressed. Minho is the toughest to crack besides Seungmin. But he was a sucker for you the second you called me out for blushing. Which I will repay later by the way.” He said, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. You turned to look at him, his lips inches from yours.

You heard a click, suppressing a smile as you saw Hyunjin with his camera trying to slide away before Chan could catch him. You held onto Chan a little tighter giving the younger boy a chance to get away. Hyunjin yelled a thank you as his door shut. “I get no peace in this house.” Chan whispered against your cheek. You hummed in agreement, “tragic life you live here Bang Chan.” You said quietly. You wanted to turn and look at him but with his forehead gently resting against your head and his lips slightly grazing your cheek you didn’t see the need to rush.

You saw Changbin out of the corner of your eye, rolling your eyes, you tapped Chans arm. Chan caught in the trance of you didn’t move, just pulled you tighter to him. Turning you around to face him, wrapping his arms back around your waist. You lost sight of Bin as you looked up at Chan, arms going around his neck. Your fingers curled into the hair at his nap, the little curls circling your fingertips. Chan pressed his forehead to yours. “Are you busy tomorrow pretty girl?” “Nothing too serious, just market.” You said quietly. “Spend the day with me.” He said as his fingers traced designs onto your back. You hummed stepping closer to him, no space between your bodies. “My pretty girl.” He said as he pressed a kiss to your head. Your smile broke out, and you heard the click of a camera. Chan looked up and sighed deeply making you laugh.

Wooyoung was sitting in the van riding back to the dorms when a text came through. He grabbed his phone and swiped seeing the text from you wishing him luck and a new text from Changbin. Attached was a picture of you and Chan. The man pressing a kiss to your head and you with the brightest smile he has seen on you in years. Wooyoung must’ve started smiling seeing you happy, when Mingi smacked his leg eyebrow raised. Woo flipped the phone around showing Mingi the picture.

Hongjoong turned to say something to the younger ones, caught sight of the picture and felt like someone had punched him in the gut. Turning back around quickly. “I haven’t seen her smile like that in a while.” Mingi whispered to Wooyoung, careful not to wake a sleeping Yeo. Wooyoung nodded his head, “Chan Hyung is good for her.” Hongjoong tried his best to keep his face neutral but could feel the scowl twisting his face up. Throwing his hood up he turned and looked out the window. Not noticing the worried look the younger boys were giving each other.

As Ateez cars pulled up to the dorms Hongjoong stormed inside. “What got into him?” Hwa asked looked at Wooyoung. “I have no clue.” Wooyoung said. Hwa shrugged his shoulder, “we’ll figure it out tomorrow.” He added as he guided everyone inside. Wooyoung shot Changbin a text back and waited. Hoping your night with them went well. His friend answered as Wooyoung laid down, “he’s smitten but I’m convinced the rest of the kids want her to be the new mom. Even Minho loved her but I think it’s because she complimented his cooking and his cats.” Wooyoung laughed, he couldn’t wait to hear your side of the story.

A/N: Joongie is getting jealousssss🤭 Part 8 will be out soon hopefully. Get ready for chaos and drama🫶🏻

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vigilantethot · 6 months

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Doing Edibles With Miguel O’Hara

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Reader

A/N: this may be a bit ooc for Miguel but idc. This is very self indulgent LMAO! Idk if you can talk about w**d on here so I just avoided using that word.

Miguel doesn’t like to let his guard down. His cold demeanor is a shield of armor that keeps him safe. Being vulnerable is something he just does not do.

Except when it comes to you, of course.

Miguel trusts you with his life, you are the most important person to him. He can easily let his guard down with you.

Oftentimes, Miguel takes his work home with him. He won’t take it out on you necessarily, but you can tell when he’s too stressed and overworking himself.

In this particular instance, he hasn’t slept, & hell spend hours in your home gym and come to bed just to toss and turn all night.

Miguel isn’t the type to open up about his feelings, he doesn’t want you to worry about him. Especially when it comes to Spiderman stuff.

Miguel doesn’t have many vices, hell occasionally have a drink now and then, but his main outlet is the gym and being inside you.

After about a week of him working himself too hard, you decided that you needed to intervene. You were going to do edibles with Miguel.

So, one morning you decided to go to Spider HQ and “bring Miguel lunch”, but you were really there hoping to catch Hobie to help with your plan.

Hobie knew all of the best dispensaries in Nueva York, and you needed something STRONG to calm Miguel’s stressed ass.

Hobie was hesitant at first, he knew if Miguel found out he was helping his fiancée score edibles he would be pissed. Not because you were buying drugs- Miguel knows you take edibles sometimes and doesn’t mind it.

Miguel is a very possessive man, and he would NOT like you having little excursions with Hobie. He knows you would never betray him, but Hobies flirty and touchy nature highly irritates him.

So he makes you swear that you will not tell Miguel he helped if this goes wrong.

After swearing on your life you wouldn’t snitch on him, Hobie took you to a dispensary he frequents.

You ended up buying 5 brownies, some that don’t smell or have that strong taste, and a couple gummies for yourself. You even bought Hobie an eighth of something top shelf to thank him, which he very much appreciated.

You went home and started to put your plan in action.

You unwrapped all of the brownies and put them on a little dessert platter, making it look like you baked them yourself.

You knew that Miguel couldn’t resists sweet treats, especially ones you “made”.

So you knew that if you put them out on the counter for him to see when he got home, he would immediately take one and eat it the minute he gets home.

You felt kinda bad for deceiving him, Miguel doesn’t mind Mary Jane, but you knew he would just deny being stressed and needing a little help to relax so you decided to force his hand.

Miguel got home in the middle of you cooking dinner, giving you a kiss on the forehead and caressing you from behind right when he walked in.

He instantly spotted the brownies after he greeted you, and made a beeline for the treats.

He inhaled the first one, complimenting you on your baking skills like he always did.

You smiled after he finished the plan was going perfectly.

He tried to eat another but you quickly stopped him, saying that hell ruin his appetite for dinner.

He grumbled his dissatisfaction, but he listened and went upstairs to shower.

You ate a brownie as well after he went upstairs, not wanting him to go on this trip alone.

By the time he had finish showering and putting on more comfortable clothes, about 45 minutes had passed and he felt eerily calm. His shoulder were relaxed, his brain wasn’t in overdrive, and he felt very lethargic.

He brushed off the symptoms at first, thinking he was exhausted, and made his way downstairs to join you for dinner.

You almost busted out laughing at your fiancé’s appearance when he came to the dining room. You were feeling it yourself, but Miguels eyes were RED, and his pupils were mad dilated. He looked so handsome all inebriated and relaxed.

You two had the best dinner in a long time, laughing and eating and talking about random things.

You could tell that he wasn’t even thinking about work, and he was really enjoying himself.

He ate almost the whole pan of lasagna you made, and you had to fight him for the last garlic knot.

His munchies didn't end there, he ended up getting so hungry that he ended up ordering hella candies and unhealthy snacks delivered.

Yeah, this man was GONE.

You two ended up on the couch watching Scary Movie 2, which you insisted he watched after he told you he never saw those movies. You laughed and relaxed all nigh, eating all the things he got delivered.

He was being very affectionate too, Miguel had always been affectionate with you but he was hanging on to you like a koala bear, giving you kisses every 5 minutes.

He was also very vocally affectionate, he probably told you he loved you 100 times that night!

You two started getting very tired at the end of the night, too stuck to even get off the couch and turn all the lights off. So you two slept there like rocks, having the best sleep you’ve had in a long time.

You confessed to your “crime” in the morning, telling him how stressed he was and how you just wanted to help. And you apologized for deceiving him.

Miguel was not pissed at all, in fact he woke up that morning feeling so refreshed and energized, he was tempted to take another edible before work. He loved how far you would go just to help him out.

After that night, you two definitely had edible nights every so often, sometimes even inviting friends over for them.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara headcanons

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