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Dark Depths
*image not mine, credit goes to owner*
Please, bare with me on this, guys. I'm not as good of a writer as a lot of you are 🙃
Summary: Reader is hunted down in her home by Noah Sebastian. What started off as a game of Cat & Mouse took a dark turn...🤭
Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Plus size!Reader
Warnings: 🔞 DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. I'm not responsible for your online reading choices. Language, kissing, hair pulling, choking, degredation, leather glove!kink, knife!kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cream pie
Word Count: Don't know, don't care 😆
Huge shout out to @concreteangel92 for the encouragement to post this. Hats off to you, friend. Hope you all enjoy!
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Thunder rumbled in the distance as rain ran in rivulets down the large bay window of the three story modern home that was nestled in the outskirts of Los Angeles. I wrapped the thin blanket tighter around my shoulders, gingerly sipping from a steaming cup of herbal tea as I stood gazing out at the dark scenery before me. Lightning flashed periodically, creating a brief view of the back yard and privacy trees that shrouded the house.
Upon hearing a comotion from the direction of the kitchen, I half turned looking over my shoulder, a lock of my long hair creating a curtain to shield one side of my face. I meandered into the large kitchen, stopping at the island to look around. The center of the island held a fake floral arrangement I had made along with the lemon chiffon candle I left burning. Nothing else was out of the ordinary until I got to the butcher block and noticed one of the larger kitchen knives missing.
I tossed the throw blanket on the counter along with my tea cup and the cool air hit my exposed shoulders and arms of the thin tank top and lounge pants I wore. I wasn't thrilled about my attire, rarely showing skin because more often than not it showed a stomach that was far from flat and weight that was far from flattering. Thankfully my house mates didn't care at all. They treated me like I was one of them, one of the guys. Except for Noah. He always treated me like a woman, like I was fragile. Dainty, even.
"Jolly?", I called, as I made my way through the house. The livingroom was empty and looked lived in. Throw pillows everywhere, laptops next to drinks on the coffee table and a bowl of half eaten popcorn on the end table. "Nick?". I stopped and listened, the only audible sound was my own labored breathing as my heart started racing.
I slowly made my way to the staircase and nervously glanced up. Where the fuck was everyone? I slowly made my way up, my fingers tracing the polished wood banister and stopped at the end of the dark hallway that faced the east wing. Nick and Nicholas's bedrooms were on the left side of the hallway separated by a Jack & Jill bathroom. Across the hall was Matt's bedroom and a guest room.
Glancing in the opposite direction, I made my way towards the west wing where Jolly, Noah and my bedrooms were. Mine was at the very end next to a spare room that Noah used as the soundproof studio and the bathroom was on the other side. I stopped, noticing just how dark the hallway was. My nervousness was giving way to slight fear. I hated being alone like this, especially in a house this big with no one in sight. The soft sound of a door opening caught my attention and I turned to see Noah's bedroom door ajar, a flash of light telling me it was still storming outside.
I slowly started to make my way to his room, opening the door and I would have shook my head in amusement at the unmade bed and clothes tossed over the back of his gaming chair but the empty feeling that washed over me had me pausing in the center of the room. I looked around but didn't touch anything except for the katana that caught my eye. It was positioned on the wall next to Noah's desk but it hung so high up that my fingertips barely grazed the sheath.
Without warning an arm encircled my waist and a hand clad in a tight leather glove clamped over my mouth. I screamed into the material, the sound muffled. My hands slapped against the wall in front of me for purchase before I was roughly spun around. The same leather-clad hand went back over my mouth and I stared up at Noah in shock. His dark hair fell over lust-filled eyes, pupils blown wide. The black long sleeved shirt he wore was pulled up his forearms revealing the intricate lines and colors of his tattoos. He shoved a muscular thigh between my own, his body pinning me up against the wall.
"You fucking tease. You've been running around this goddamn house in these tiny tank tops with your tits half spiling out", Noah whispered harshly, eyes raking over me like a lovers hand. My cunt clenched and liquid heat filled the thin panties I wore. I swallowed and tried to say something but Noah's hand slipped from my mouth to wrap around my neck, long fingers gently squeezing. Noah's dominant personality is what always drew me to him.
"Noah...", I said hoarsely. "Please". He tipped his head back and laughed mechanically before looking down at me and raising his free hand, the large kitchen knife glinting under the flash of lightning. I wanted to scream, to kick him, punch him, anything. As his lips captured mine in a brusing kiss my decision to fight quickly dissolved. His tongue pushed uninvitedly past my lips as his gloved hand grabbed a handful of my hair to anchor me to him.
Noah suddenly broke the kiss to place open mouthed kisses down the coloumn of my throat and the first pornographic moan escaped my body. I felt a hand shove its way past the waistband of my lounge pants, shoving them down my thighs along wih my panties.
Something cold and sharp touhed my thigh and I whimpered. Noah's gloved hand slapped back over my mouth to silence me. "You need to learn to shut the fuck up. The guys don't need to know what I do to you. Unless you want them to hear you, is that it? Want them to know who fucks that tight cunt of yours? Well, you have to earn this cock and seeing as how you've paraded yourself around the house like a fucking slut, you'll have to wait", Noah said, the knife blade suddenly tracing over my nipples that had pebbled under the thin fabric of my tank.
The sound of material being ripped was deafening as Noah sliced through my tank and tossed the scraps aside before sinking to his knees. The anticipation alone had me trembling as Noah gave no warning as his lips closed around my swollen clit while two long gloved fingers sank inside me. I threw my head back against the wall, screaming out my release as my thighs clamped tighter around his head. Noah suddenly lifted his head, eyes gleaming as he cut and ripped the lounge pants and my panties from my body leaving me naked before him. His dark eyes devoured me like a hungry animal before he stood to his full height and crashed his lips to mine yet again.
I moaned into the kiss, my hands shooting to his shortened locks, tugging on the strands. Noah groweled and tore himself from me and roughly spun me, shoving a hand between my shoulder blades to bend me over his desk. Papers, books, his phone, candy dish and guitar picks crashed the floor but before I could say or do anything, I felt the head of his cock brush through the dripping folds of my cunt and suddenly fill me in one hard thrust. My back bowed and I screamed but Noah's hand pushed me back down as the real onslaught to my pussy began.
"Fucking stay still", Noah groweled, a foot shoving my legs farther apart. His hands griped my hips so hard I was sure there would be bruising as he bullied his cock inside my walls, his cock head pummeling my cervix.
"Noah...you're too big...it wont all fit...stop", I begged. Noah slapped my ass cheek, shifted and his cock sunk inside me the rest of the way. I screamed as another orgasm ripped through me. My release ran down my thighs and Noah's cock as he started ploughing into my cervix.
"God, I love this tight pussy...its mine, all mine...take it...take what I give you...let me destroy this cunt...", Noah breathed in between thrusts. Every hard motion had me sliding up the desk only for his hands to roughly impale me back on his cock. "Look at you...dripping for me...all fucked out and cock drunk...not a thought in that empty head of yours...fuck...Im gonna come soon...", Noah whispered roughly as his hand snaked between us to rub circles over my clit.
My body exploded stealing my breath as my overworked cunt clamped down on the massive club that was stretching, filling and ruining me. My legs could no longer hold me up and as I tried to sink to my knees, Noah hauled me back up to his chest, his hand holding me by my hair to turn my head and slip his tongue past my lips. His thrusts became irratic and he suddenly pulled his lips from mine and tipped his head back onto his shoulders before letting loose an animalistic shout that resounded around his bedroom. I felt his cock pulse inside me and heat fill my lower stomach as he painted my cervix over and over again with thick ropes of come.
Noah let go of me entirely as I slumped over his desk again, trying to catch my breath. Arms gently lifted my body bridal style to his bed and a warm sheet placed over my rapidly cooling body. The bed dipped a moment later as Noah climbed in behind me, encircling his arms and legs around me like a cage. He and I were asleep within minutes as the low rumble of thunder still resounded in the distance...
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i've been having a couple of downer days recently, and i kept looking for a verse i haven't read thrice yet for some comfort, but you're age! gap verse has been a pleasant escape even though its not what i was looking for. you're writing never fails to make me feel better ari 💕💕
Here's how they met 💜
Bruce sighed. He was starting to hate talk show appearances, but at least this one had never been too bad. Angelique was chatty and fun but not grating. Her show ran as school let out. So grannies watched after their naps and kids watched getting off the bus. She ran a little something for everyone.
He assumed he was here for the grannies.
"I'm so sorry I'm late the shoot ran over and I couldn't get away."
The voice caught his attention. Not the fake starlet over dramatic gushing, but genuine distress. And he half turned to look. You looked like you came from a shoot. Straight off the pages of a glossy magazine.
"No worries, Miss Y/L/N we got your call in enough time. We'll just touch up your face and you'll be good to go," the manager greeting you, said.
Bruce smiled a little. Clearly, you were a frequent guest. You thanked him profusely and trotted off. Not needing to be told where to go. And as you go, there's several crew members you can greet by name. You've either been here a lot or worked with them before. Or both. But, it's endearing.
He turned back around listening to Angelique get her updates on where production was. "-And Y/N is in hair and makeup as we speak."
"Oh, bless her heart," Angelique said. "That's what I get calling her last minute." She turned to Bruce and held out her hand, "Are you ready?" she asked.
"As I'll ever be," he chuckled taking her hand, "You know these sorts of things aren't my forte. My oldest on the other hand-"
"Don't you worry about a thing," Angelique reassured him, patting the hand she was holding before letting it go. "Y/N is an old pro- Ah! speak of the devil!" She swooped over and kissed you on either cheek. "You look absolutely divine, is that one of yours?"
"You know it is," you tell her laughing, returning the gesture. "As if I could walk in and NOT wear my own design, you'd never let me live it down."
"So true. Darling," she said grabbing your hand and pulling you over to Bruce, "I want you to meet Bruce. You'll be on stage together today. You know it's charity week and I though it would be great to highlight all the work you do for school arts programs along side the Wayne foundation," she said.
"Hello," you tell him, holding out your hand.
"Pleased to meet you," he said, taking the hand you offered warmly. Giving you his most charming smile. You did look good. And he could tell they hadn't done much to your face or your hair. "I'm a big fan of your work," he commented.
Your smile didn't falter but your eyes narrowed slightly. And Bruce cringed internally Shit. She thinks I mean the Playboy spread, he thought. "Your last movie, the drama, especially. The range of emotion and the depth- It really was incredible."
"Thank you," you tell him. "It was challenging but I really enjoyed it."
Bruce felt his face heat when Angelique coughed and he remembered hearing that you had the ability to make someone feel like they were the only person in the room. He'd forgotten for just a second. In just that brief moment that he was waiting for an appearance. "It showed I uh- my kids made fun of me when I cried at the end-"
"Aww, Angelique gushed, "This is amazing. you guys keep up this chemistry. It'll go totally viral." She bounced on the balls of her feet and kissed your cheek again, "I'll have someone bring you a coffee, sweetie. You're going to start wilting soon."
And before you could say anything or Bruce could offer to go and get it for you himself, Angelique had bustled off to find and assistant to give marching orders to.
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Archaeology student Venture trying hard to charm the cute literature major girl that sits in their medieval studies classes. Endless rambling about ancient cultures and books to try and win you over. Can barely focus on the lecture when you're around. Yeah. College Venture <3
I love this concept gangalang! Im not in college (yet) so I don't have a first hand experience of what college is like, but I'll always try my best <3
I always headcanon that Sloan does enjoy reading the classics...
(wrote this in class)
You settle down in a seat in your medieval studies classroom, sitting in the middle section of the lecture hall. Not many people populated the classroom, just a few groups of people talking amongst themselves and getting settled down to take notes.
The professor started her lecture and you started people watching. Why did you have to choose this class...
You had a good view of most of the other students because everyone wanted to be close to the professor to hear her speak and record, but there was a person sitting 5 chairs down from you, sitting ramrod straight and trying to look nonchalant. Odd.
The professor mentioned something about a project and you snapped your attention back to her.
"... you will be studying the architecture of the Romanesque building style and you must work with another person for full credit..."
Oh now we have to work with another person. Great. You reach down into your bag to grab your laptop and supplies when—
"You know that even though we call them the Byzantines, they called themselves Romans?"
You jump a little bit and look up to see a person with wild curls, a chipped tooth and a eyebrow piercing. The same person sitting weirdly during the lecture. They're now sitting eerily close to you.
You feel awkward just staring at them without saying anything.
"If they called themselves Romans then why do we call them Byzantines?"
They seem shocked you asked a replied back and start stuttering.
"Well- because their capital city was called Byzantine before it was Constantinople and after that it was Istanbul after the Ottoman turks took it over..."
Now that you've gotten a good look at them, they're so handsome.. you catch a glimpse of a neck tattoo before they put their hand around their neck, rubbing it slightly.
"Sorry, I was talking too much— oh wait! Where's my manners, my name is Sloan– what's yours?"
You tell them your name and they seem to melt a little bit. You talk for a little bit more about the Byzantines and the topic of the project comes up again.
"You seem like you know a lot about history, Sloan. Do you want to work together?"
They freeze. They were about to pick up a piece of paper and they look like they were caught like a deer in headlights.
"Um."
Oh crap.
"We don't have to if you don't want to—"
"NO! No I want to work with you, like how the Delian league and the Peloponnesian league combined forces to defeat the Persians!!"
They're blushing and waving their hands around.
"Um- I'm free later this week, but I have to get to my Geology class now– this is my number, have a great day ill see you later bye!!"
They essentially sprint away after basically throwing a scrap of paper with scratchy numbers written on it. You see them run to a thin man with patchy blonde hair with ash and grime on his shirt, them both talking excitedly and you hear Sloan proclaim their "successful first blow against the walls of Constaninople."
Whatever. If there's something you love most, it's history nerds.
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I didn't wanna make this too long but I actually love this idea so here's some headcanons that I wish I could have fit in here ;3
- sloan would give you crystals meant to increase focus
- sloan would ALSO give you crystals because they "thought you would like them" but they're just all those affection stones like rose quartz.
- omg
- sloan gives you necklace/bracelet with those kinds of stones
- Now that you're working together they still sit up very straight at the beginning of class, but they progressively get more relaxed as they talk to you
- before, they wouldn't dare to get within a normal line of sight with you
- hence sitting 5 chairs away
- junkrat cameo. Had to do it
- junkrat got so fed up with Sloan
- "Sloan, if you don't get your big pants on and talk to them I'm blowing up your fossil collection."
- "you wouldn't dare. And besides, they would hate me..."
- "I wouldn't touch your fossils... but Mako might."
- that was the final straw for them LMAO
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pairing: bnd legal line x reader.
warnings: +18, smut, rough sex, spitting, and idk lmk if i missed something.
summary: bnd legal line mtl (most to least) to rough sex.
note: this had to be discussed and i can't go to sleep without doing so !!!
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sungho; even though it wouldn't be his go to type of sex, he would do it more often than you'd think, taking you from behind while he held your neck with one hand and held your arms in your back with the other, he would moan in your ear, pressing his body more onto yours and making you feel so full while your cheek pressed against the cold wall. he would tell you how good you feel and his hips would be accelerating their pace before he came inside of you, showing some possessiveness he usually didn't have. i also strongly believe he would have a small/ recurrent strength kink.
riwoo; he's a wild card tbh, i can't seem to read him that well when it comes to sex or maybe i am not paying attention, but i do think he could have his days, switching from cowgirl to doggy style, his hand having a grip in your hair and you almost crying out on how hard he was fucking you. it felt good, specially because it was a weird thing to happen during sex w u two, it made you excited and it made him feel bigger when he handled you like that. pulling out to come in your ass is the ultimate thing he would do to show his "dominant" side. and btw, you know about dancer stamina right? cause if you always did two rounds, you'll do at least four of five before he lets you go today.
jaehyun; myungjae has such a whiny voice and a hyper and sweet personality that we all the time see him as a mere sub but oh, let me tell you that he can also be very rough when it comes to fucking you. i feel like he would be drinking with you or just very happy and horny when he tells you about this thing he wants to try, it was basically him overpowering you and yes please!! he would hold your legs open with his hands on your thighs, pressing them down and watching how his dick gets lost each time he pounds into your soaked pussy, i can definitely see him lowering one of his hands so he could play with your clit and maybe even insert his thumb with his cock in your pussy. telling you how dirty you looked taking his dick and finger into your pussy like a slut, dirty talk would be his thing 100%
taesan; i just know he is messy and i don't make the rules!!! he would grab your hair, spit in your mouth with a grin on his lips and fuck you so fast and rough you can barely think straight. he would fuck you in missionary because he needs to see your face, he needs to feel you close and he certainly needs to be able to spit in your mouth after slapping your face once or twice. he ain't much of a talker but he would let smalls "so pretty, so hot" that would give you a hint on how good he is feeling, as if his moans and the way his dick twitched inside of you were not enough. i don't think it'll be a reccurent thing tho, he is probably more into regular sex rather than rough but he has a HUGE size kink that takes over every once in a while.
leehan; and the prize to the messiest mf goes toooooo, hear me ouuuuut. every time he went up to you and told you he was horny and needed to fuck you, you just knew what was coming (asides from u two yk) you regularly got on top of him and ride his dick but when his hands gripped your hips and he dropped you on the bed just so he could straddle in the back of your thighs and fuck you in prone bone??? you were quite literally fucked, he wouldn't show mercy on you, fucking you fast and hard, so deep that it even made you shake each time the tip of his cock hit your cervix. that until he layed you on your back, slapping your pussy after spitting on it, he is so dirty and you can tell he is enjoying it way too much when he smiled at you before slamming his hips against yours once again.
overall, taking into consideration the frequency with the one i think it'd happen, for this one i think I'll go:
MOST.
leehan. not a surprise.
sungho. he is actually really close to leehan's place tbh. not because he would like rough sex itself but he just likes the dominant part of it, how strong he feels during it.
jaehyun. iykyk, he can be cute but he is a man after all, and he is also a very energetic person so he would fold you a thousand times and come back for more.
taesan. i personally think he would enjoy it A LOT but it's just that his personality doesn't show this eager desire of rough sex :') i've said it before but i don't think he is really into sex in general and he does gives off vibes of being more in a "calm" side so yeah.
riwoo. almost same as taesan's, but i also think it's because he is a submissive person so it wouldn't be something very reccurent.
LEAST.
what do y'all think?
#boynextdoor imagines#boynextdoor scenarios#boynextdoor x reader#boynextdoor smut#leehan x reader#sungho x reader#leehan smut#taesan x reader#jaehyun x reader#riwoo x reader#taesan scenarios#taesan imagines#taesan smut#leehan imagines#leehan scenarios#sungho imagines#sungho scenarios#sungho smut#jaehyun smut#riwoo smut#jaehyun scenarios#jaehyun imagines#riwoo scenarios#riwoo imagines
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Things Learned and Unlearned Ch. 3
Series Summary: Y/N has spent her life trying to outrun her mother's reputation. When she meets the rich and successful playboy, Dean Winchester, how quickly can he get her to stop running?
Pairings/Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester, Lucy Winchester (OC)
Warnings: Each chapter will have it's own warnings, but there will be smut, seduction, virgin!reader, playboy!dean, Edwardian era BS attitudes surrounding sex and women. (Technically it's set in 1900 and the Edwardian era started in 1901, but you get it.) Angst, Fluff, all the good stuff that regularly pops up in my series. 😁
Chapter Warnings: Nothing major. Dirty thoughts, bit of dirty talk. More lusting. 😁
Word Count: 2,064
A/N: Here's Ch. 3. This one's a bit shorter, but I hope you enjoy it just the same! ❤️
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"Miss Y/N!" The frustrated voice of little Lucy Winchester called Y/N back to the present.
"I'm sorry, Lucy, my mind was off on a wander. What do you need?"
"I said my laces are untied." Lucy said, lifting her little foot and plunking it into Y/N's lap. "Where was your mind wandering?"
Y/N's face went red and she knew she could never truthfully tell this darling, innocent little girl that her thoughts had been completely occupied with a pair of burning green eyes and a wicked mouth.
"I was hoping that you might go gather as many daisies as you possibly could for me. There's a big patch of them just at the bottom of the hill, see?"
Lucy nodded and ran off, her chubby little legs churning. Y/N worried for a minute that she'd end up going head over heels down the little hill. But she managed to stay upright and settle herself in the patch of daisies to start collecting.
Y/N had to shake her head. She had been reliving the previous night over and over again. Every touch, every press of Dean's lips against hers had been streaming through her mind without ceasing. Her dreams had been filled with his strong, nimble fingers running themselves over her body and his mouth, warm and wet, following the trail. She had woken with a gasp, her body sweaty and shaking. She didn't even try to go back to sleep. She was too jittery and tense, like there was an itch she couldn't scratch.
She'd been restless all day and she'd finally suggested to Lucy that they come outside and get some fresh air. It wasn't helping her very much.
She bowed out of supper that night. There was no way she would be able to sit across the table from Dean and still manage to eat anything. Sophie was kind enough to bring a tray to her bedroom, but Y/N simply didn't have the appetite.
She had come to a decision and she was desperate for midnight to come.
At the last chime of the grandfather clock in the hall, Y/N checked on Lucy before slipping out of the nursery and heading down the stairs to reach the guest bedroom where Dean was staying.
She was grateful that Jessica and Sam slept in a suite on the opposite side of the house upstairs. They were unlikely to hear her. She'd already decided that if they happened to catch her, she would tell them she couldn't sleep and had gone to the library for a book.
But she met no one as she approached Dean's door. She looked around furtively in the dark, making sure no one was watching. She stood for a moment more, considering turning around and running right back to her room. But instead she knocked almost silently on the door.
It opened and she dashed inside without even looking at Dean. She got to the middle of the spacious room and stopped. She heard the door click behind her and turned around to see Dean leaning against it. He turned the key in the lock and she swallowed hard.
He wore black pants with the suspenders hanging at his hips and a white short sleeved undershirt that hugged tight to his broad shoulders, and showed Y/N the thick, ropey muscles in his arms. His hair was tousled and a little damp as though he'd just washed it. He wore his crooked smile and his eyes bore into her from across the room. They were so dark a green they looked like jade. He had his arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the door and Y/N knew that she would picture him like this, always.
"I didn't think you'd come." He said, his voice a low, quiet rumble. He pushed away from the door and came to where she stood, frozen in place.
He studied her for a minute, his head cocked slightly to the side before stepping away abruptly. "You need alcohol."
He crossed over to his dresser; on top, a few decanters of different colored liquids sparkled in the candlelight.
Y/N shook her head. "I don't drink."
He poured something golden into a glass and brought it to her. "Well, it's a night for firsts." He said, smiling slowly as he handed her the glass.
Y/N swallowed hard before taking a sip of the drink. She promptly broke into a fit of coughing. The alcohol felt like swallowing fire. After the coughing ceased however, Y/N could feel a steadying kind of warmth spreading through her stomach and she took another sip, gasping as it burned its way down her throat.
She gave the remainder back to Dean and turned away from him, moving to sit on the window seat that faced his bed as well as the door beyond it. She tried to ignore the bed and focus on the door.
Dean set the glass back down and walked toward her again. She held up a hand and he stopped about two feet away from her. She took a deep breath.
"I've come here because I have a favor to ask."
He crossed his arms again and stared down at her. "I thought you were here because I won the bet."
"That's right." Y/N said, her breath hitched in her throat. "I lost and you requested that I come here tonight at midnight. So, I am here, and my debt is paid."
She chanced a look at him. He stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then suddenly, he chuckled. "You're right. I'll have to make sure my next request is very…detailed."
His expression made her shiver and her body screamed at her to ask him for his next request. So she spoke quickly before her wantonness could win over her better nature.
"So, my favor is this, if I tell you that you've won, will you stop trying to seduce me?"
Dean looked surprised and took a moment before answering her with a question. "What do you mean, 'if you tell me I've won'?"
Y/N looked down at her twisted hands in her lap. "I mean that you're doing this as a game, yes? Doing it to see if you can win over the proper little spinster, if you can convince me to abandon my morals and give into hedonism with you? Isn't that what you want?"
In spite of her stomach twisting itself into knots she held Dean's penetrating gaze. She watched surprise and then anger creep into his expression.
"No, not really." He said, his voice low and somewhat intimidating.
Y/N gave him a disbelieving look, her voice scornful. "Oh, really? Then what exactly do you want."
He strode up to her and tipped up her chin with his forefinger. He spoke slowly, but without hesitation. "Actually, what I want, is to pull off these clothes that hide you from me, toss you onto my bed and touch, kiss and lick every inch of your soft, yielding flesh until I have you calling out my name and begging for a release only I can give you."
Y/N's breath came quick and fast, and she couldn't slow it down; her heart beat so fast she could hear her blood rushing in her ears. Her skin was flushed and covered in gooseflesh, and her stomach tightened in a way that made her long to acquiesce to every word he just said.
His eyes were now a deep forest green and they bore into hers for a moment more before he shrugged and moved back to lean against one of his bedposts. "You wanted details."
Y/N shook her head and brought her hands, which were like ice, to her cheeks to cool the fiery blush that she now wore.
"Please." She said, aware that she sounded as if she was begging, and maybe she was. "I have nothing."
She raised her eyes back to his, hoping to make him understand.
"I am nearly twenty six years old. I am very firmly on the shelf, I know, well past marriageable age. But there is this ridiculous part of me that can't stop hoping."
She sighed and looked back down at her lap. "I want a home of my own, children that are mine to raise, and a husband who is kind and compatible. But in addition to my spinsterhood, I would come into any marriage with absolutely nothing to offer. I have no status, no money, no dowry of any kind, no good name, no position in society. I have nothing to offer a future husband except…" She paused and blushed harder. "…my…virtue. All I have to give him is my chastity. It's all I have left."
She looked back into his eyes, wanting him to understand the truth in her words. "But you want me to throw that away on someone who will be gone in less than a week. You will forget me in a day, and I will live with the consequences of this one night for the rest of mine. So…"
She paused again and took a deep breath. "So, I came here tonight to tell you that you have won. You have made me dream about you, fantasize about you. You've made me long to kiss you, you've made me understand just what a kiss should be. My skin is always on fire and longing to feel your touch."
Y/N looked into Dean's clear, warm gaze and admitted, "I want you, Dean. I want you to do all the things you just mentioned, and a million more things that are only half-formed in my mind. So you win. And now I'm asking you to please respect my wishes and stop. Pass these last few days with your family and allow me to go about my life."
Dean was silent for a long time, head cocked and staring into her. Y/N held his gaze as long as she could before the intensity was too much and she turned her head away.
Dean came and sat beside her on the window seat and she jumped up and bolted away from him, out of instinct, out of self-preservation.
Dean looked hurt. "Do you really think I'm going to attack you, or molest you in some way?"
She shook her head fiercely. "No! Not in the slightest. If that was the kind of man you were, you've had plenty of opportunities before tonight." She shook her head again, "No, Dean. I am afraid of myself when you're so close. I'm afraid I'll attack you."
Dean gave a small smile. "You can't possibly believe what you're saying. You can't possibly think that your virginity is all you have to offer some unknown future husband."
Y/N merely shrugged.
Dean stood up and moved a step toward her. Y/N took two steps backwards towards the door.
He sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Fine, Y/N. If you don't want to be pursued, I won't pursue you. I'll leave you alone, you have my word. But I want you to remember something long after I'm gone from here."
He walked forward a few more steps and Y/N backed herself up against the door. He reached her and caught her chin in his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. The perfect planes and angles of his face were set into an expression of intensity.
"You have so much more to offer. You are extraordinarily beautiful. You are witty and warm. You have a kind and compassionate heart. You deserve something more than a compatible husband and a cottage somewhere. You deserve more than mere contentment."
He paused and brushed his thumb lightly across her bottom lip. "You deserve passion and romance. You deserve joy and excitement, adventure and enrichment. You should live in luxury, and have a life that fulfills you. I wish all of those things for you and more."
He leaned down and pressed an all too brief kiss to Y/N's lips, before reaching around her to turn the key and open the door for her.
She ran out and up the stairs before she could wrap her arms around his neck and beg him to grant all of those wishes for her.
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haiii ^_^
can u do a various hq x reader where the reader is a very sleepy bb and the hq boy just absolutely worships them ?
sorry if thats cringe lel…
thnkx!!
My Dear Sleepyhead
Summary — You are a very sleeper person and he loves how cute you look.
Characters — Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, Sugawara, Taketora, Yaku, Aone.
— Fluff
— Gn!Reader (the image is merely illustrative, it does not mean that it's a fem reader!!)
If you could list the things you like to do most, the first would definitely be "sleeping". You think it's just so amazing to sleep, imagine sleeping through a boring class and waking up feeling completely refreshed! There's nothing better than this in the world!!! (at least that's what you think)
You always have a sleepy expression on your face, no matter how much you say that most of the time you don't feel like sleeping.
And your boyfriend is grateful every day that you enjoy it, as he loves to see how adorable you look in your sleep.
Yamaguchi
Okay, this boy loves you SO MUCH.
If you could see the sparkle in his eyes as he watches you take a nap, you would have no doubt that he likes you.
He would shyly play with the strands of your hair, while looking at you with a smile on his face.
But if you were sleeping more than usual, he would be worried about you.
"Is they overworking themself too much? Has something happened and they doesn't want to tell me? My God, what do I do..." Please make sure you have a healthy routine, or Yamaguchi is going to have a heart attack from worry.
He will always make sure you are eating well and having a regular sleep schedule, and of course, he will always spoil you with some sweets and kisses!
Nishinoya
Listen to me, this boy is also a big sleeper like you.
When you are at each other's houses, after a good meal you would take the longest nap of your lives, waking up almost at dinner time (and consequently staying up late because you both are no longer sleepy)
But he would also make sure you are not sleeping too much.
After all, who else would help him with his homework if you were asleep in class and didn't hear the teacher's explanation?
Nishinoya would definitely wake you up with the biggest smile in the world, telling you to walk with him around the school during break time, with the aim of trying to keep you awake.
Sugawara
Upon seeing that you are sleeping, he would initially laugh at the small string of drool that was dripping from your mouth while you slept, but then he would watch you with a kind expression on his face.
He would stroke your head, gently kiss your hand, expect lots of caresses from him!
But make no mistake, he wouldn't let you take a nap all the time while you were in class (he would only make exceptions when he sees that you're too tired), because he would be worried about your school performance.
When you were home, he would let you sleep on top of him while he hugged you. And who knows, maybe he'll take a nap with you, even though he doesn't usually sleep as much as you do, but your presence is so comforting that he can't take it and ends up sleeping with you.
Taketora
If you ever ended up sleeping on his shoulder, he would freak out.
He just loves you SO much, I swear to you that no matter how you are, he will always think you are the most beautiful thing in this world.
He has lots of photos of you sleeping on his phone, from the cutest to the weirdest (and he begs you to not delete them)
And sometimes he would give you so many kisses and caresses that it would end up waking you up, and then he would begs you to forgive him for "interrupting his queen's sleep"
And if you ended up sleeping in places other than your home, he would be over protective of you, since he saw in a video that the way people are most vulnerable is when they are sleeping. (it was a video about jungle survival...💀)
Yaku
If you like sleeping in class, I'm sorry but Yaku wouldn't let you do that...
He understands that sometimes you may be more tired than usual and sleeping through a boring class, but he doesn't want your grades to drop drastically because you're not paying attention. (but either way he will always help you study)
But don't worry, he can be a little strict sometimes, but he takes great care of you!!
When you wake up from a nap he always has some water and your favorite snack, assuming you would be hungry after sleeping all afternoon.
He sometimes takes some photos of you while you're asleep, you have such a peaceful expression on your face that he can't stand it because of how cute it is!!
And if any teammates found out and made fun of him (Kuroo and Lev more specifically), they would immediately shut up when they saw the scary expression on his face.
Aone
He is definitely the most adorable among all the others above. He cares so much about you and would consequently take very good care of you.
Whenever he notices that you are sleepy, he offers his shoulder so you can rest your head and take a little nap, depending on where you are.
And I can say for sure that he is someone very comfortable to sleep together, he's practically a heater with legs. Just getting close to this boy makes you feel a comforting warmth.
He stares at you a lot while you sleep, and some people who see it from afar might find it scary (especially because of his intimidating appearance) but you know that those eyes always shine with love for you.
Aone definitely has a photo of you sleeping and made it his wallpaper on his cell phone.
A/N — Tysm for your request!! And I'm sorry if there were any characters you didn't like, but I assumed it was okay since you didn't specify who you like😭😭
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Pls More general sfw headcanons of cooper and reader? Ghoul or pre war whichever you prefer honestly.
General SFW Prewar!Cooper Howard Headcanons 2
(I'll do some Ghoul SFW in a follow-up; this got away from me a little.)
Clearly he enjoys film and theatre, but he has a fairly secret soft spot for musicals. Pretty much any musical will pique his interest, and you'll spend a fair few date nights out seeing shows. You find it very endearing that he wants to share his interests with you. He's got an especially soft spot for some of the older, cheesier musicals though; hope you're ready to see "Brigadoon" like a half dozen times! He's got that one on tape.
"Old Yeller" is banned media in the Howard household (as are most things about dogs who die), as well as books like "The Velveteen Rabbit", which he read to Janey when she was four and never truly recovered from. Coop cries like a baby every time and gets so embarrassed. You once asked Janey if she'd ever seen it, and she tells you, rather conspiratorially, that she once watched it at a friend's house.
The old man actually cries quite easily when he's moved by something. He'll try to hide it away, but every once in a while he fully loses it (tbh it's the 'child death' type stuff that really upsets him; to this day, he's still a little mad at Barb for showing him "Bridge to Terabithia" on family movie night and thinking he would like it). You think it's the sweetest thing and you always reassure him that it's nothing to be ashamed of.
I imagine that, like a good, engaged father, he takes a particular interest in Janey's likes and hobbies; if you ask him what she likes, he can give you an entire list of things you can engage with her on, every single one of them accurate and up-to-date. If Janey really likes a book series, he'll read it (or maybe listen to it if he's short on time). If she really likes a band, y'all have fun at the concert! Every group comes through LA so you may be going to several concerts a year eventually. He even knows who her favorite member is! He only falls in love with you more when you do the same with her.
He's a true romantic at heart; despite being really torn up about the divorce and thinking he'll never fall in love again, he does, and hard. It's not long before he (unbelievably, to him especially) finds himself wanting to propose. He waits a while, though, wanting to feel out the dynamic between you and Janey, worrying about how Barb will feel when she ultimately finds out. He doesn't want to be married to her anymore, but he still cares for her, and he doesn't want to hurt her.
I'd like to think that he and Barb had a pretty nice, large wedding (as I've said before, likely at an older age than many of their peers, even if, canonically, it seems they were already dating during Cooper's military service; they both strike me as the type to want to wait until they were better established to actually marry). Not anything too crazy, but since Cooper's career was really starting to take off, she did want to use the wedding as an opportunity to rub elbows, so there were quite a few people in attendance that he flat-out didn't know. It didn't bother him much at the time; Barb always loved an opportunity to network and Coop could never deny her anything. But, given a chance to do it over, I think he'd do things differently.
With you, he'd wanna go to the courthouse. He'd be happy to have a nice, private ceremony eventually, maybe a little vow renewal for your one-year down on the beach in Mexico or something. But when you get legally married it'll be at the courthouse, just the two of you and Janey. You wouldn't have it any other way.
You try your best to keep it under wraps, but, well...marriage licenses are a matter of public record, and there are people whose whole job is to unearth things like that. The fallout (ha) from it may be stronger than you anticipated, but, at the end of the day, you have one another, and you're happy with that.
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hi mer!!! i bring in a request today ^_^
could i have some hcs (both sfw and nsfw) of crocoboy x a needy / clingy reader bf?
side note~ i adore your one bed trope w/ crocodile and your been thinking a lot about crocodile posts-
thank you!! ❤️❤️
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Hello, my dear 🐊anon! Thank you so much for the feedback on my writing. It really means a lot! I'm more than happy to write this for you. I hope you like it 💜💜
CW: SFW and NSFW, headcanons, m!reader, established relationship, I got carried away with the NSFW part and turned it into more of a drabble 💀
Crocodile x needy and clingy m!reader
SFW
Even if he didn't show it, he'd secretly like how much you needed him and wanted to just be around him.
He'd grumble and pout a bit whenever you were touchy feely with him, but he'd undoubtedly be saddened if you ever stopped.
There were times he put in more effort, though. Mostly this was after you were being especially needy and clingy. It served as a good indicator that you craved more attention.
He'd like taking you to nice restaurants, spending time strolling through some of the most beautiful gardens and parks while the sun warmed the both of you.
Another activity he'd thoroughly enjoy would be cooking together. Trying new recipes, perfecting old ones: learning how to prepare dishes would quickly become one of his favorite pastimes and yours too.
Whenever he spent too many hours behind his desk, you wandered into his office, coaxing him into taking a break.
Sometimes you'd give him a massage to loosen his tense shoulders, which he absolutely loved.
NSFW below the cut! m x m intercourse, handjob (reader receiving), oral sex (Crocodile receiving)
Rubbing his shoulders was one of his greatest weaknesses when it came to intimacy. You knew that all too well, purposefully pouring more skill into your hands to draw out his innermost desires.
Letting out a rumbling groan, he huffed, "Is this your way of telling me I've been ignoring your needs again?" When you didn't answer, he smirked and chuckled.
Swiveling around in his chair, he patted his lap, inviting you to take a seat on your well-deserved throne. Taking your rightful place on his knee, he wasted no time in caressing your inner thigh, gently squeezing at the upper part.
Making you shudder from the sudden intimacy, you looked up at him with an eagerness washing over your sweet face. Such desire, such want held in your eyes mirrored his own.
Running his hand over the obvious pent up lust in your pants, he cupped it, applying a slight pressure as he guided his palm over it. Swiftly unzipping your pants, your aching lust was promptly greeted with his own want to make you squirm.
Stroking you, he reveled in each whimper which passed your lovely lips, sealing them with a kiss. Such strength held in his lips eluded to the passion growing between the both of you. You could feel his need for you fanning the flames of your shared desire.
Wanting to please him, you eased yourself down between his legs. He was already unbuckling and unzipping his pants, watching your expression intently as you eyed his full length.
Lacing his thick cock with your lustful tongue, you swirled your tongue around the tip, earning you a few deep groans. When you felt his hand on the back of your head, you understood the gentle command and took as much of him as you could.
With a few impatient thursts, you were unable to hold back your gags, which prompted him to toss you onto the desk.
Gazing down at you, he took a moment to admire your trembling form: shaking from the need of his touch. It was truly a delicious sight to behold.
Despite him being a rough man, he took the upmost care when it came to intimacy, being sure to warm you up properly. Inserting a finger, then two, he spread them helping you get used to the sensation before putting his girthy cock into your needy hole.
Feeling you wrapped around him was something he'd never tire of. Starting out slowly, he thrusted with a deliberate attempt at your g-spot. Seeing you shudder and quake beneath him was one of the most beautiful sights this world had to offer.
As you indulged in each other's bodies, you couldn't resist filling the room with ecstasy laced moans and mewls as your euphoria rose with the heat of your bodies.
Witnessing the waves of pleasure wash over the other only deepened your connection. The aftercare resulted in tender kisses and a gentle caress to help soothe your sweet soul.
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Mera naam... (Monkey man Kid X Reader)
A/n: uhhhh idk if I like it as much as coconut & honey but enjoy!
'you should never lie'
his mother once told him with angry eyes that he hated to see so much. When Kid was just 8 years old, he had lied to his poor mother about going to play near the river just in front of their humble home, instead, going off far away into the market because he wanted to buy the bangle she's been eyeing for a while.
He's been a proper good boy, he swore, he helped Mr Deepesh, their next door neighbour, by cleaning up his chicken coop for money. He didn't mean to worry her.
'You shouldn't lie to the people you love, even when you think it's for a good reason, a lie is a lie,' she had worriedly say while hugging her boy to her chest.
He didn't think those words would haunt him 20 years later. Kid didn't even mean to lie to you, he didn't even mean to fall for you, but he had, and his lies only bury him into a deeper hole.
"Bobby? You're ready to go?" your sweet voice snapped him out of his thoughts, the beer he's been nursing while you pack up the kitchen still in his hand.
"yeah," he nods, giving you a small smile. You wrapped your hands around his arm so easily as if you've been doing it for years, in reality it's only been 4 months.
4 months of lies
4 months of love
His mind wandered back to how he got here, with your hands wrapped around his arm, heading for your motorcycle. Was it that night? When he first entered his shift, he noticed you eyeing him. He didn't think much of it, you were a chef after all. You could've just been curious about the new staff.
Was it when he keeps staring at you too? Unintentionally?
But it's definitely when you start smiling at him. He's never had any other thought than revenge then this.. You... You happened.
"hey handsome, where's your mind travelling to?" you asked so sweetly he didn't even mind. Kid didn't know much about himself but he knew he hated when anyone else interrupt his thought process, not you though, never you.
Kid smiled and shook his head. "nowhere, right here," he covered it up with a quick peck on your lips and took your helmet from you, placing it onto your head and pinning it on for you, then with a stupid smile on his face he lifted the visor to boop your nose. You chuckled.
Fuck, is this love? This overwhelming feeling over the slightest thing you do?
He put on his own helmet and got on the bike, waiting till you get on too. His waist never felt so empty until you wrapped your arms around them.
4 months ago he didn't even have his own room, now he's heading to "our store" getting off the bike and ordering "the usual" and going straight to "our spot"
He doesn't even know who he is anymore.
Your kiss on his lips brought him back to reality.
"congrats, baby, on making it to VIP floor." you said with a smile on your lips.
If only you knew why he wanted to be on VIP floor so bad.
"thank you, jaan," he whispered softly, arms around your waist, swaying left to right lightly as if dancing to a song. He leaned down and kissed you again. "what's this? What's wrong?" damn you, you always somehow knew, your finger tracing his eyebrows as if to pull the frown out of his face.
He didn't know what to say. Tell you what? He's not at all who you think he is? He's plotting to kill a man? Burn the hotel? Kill one of the most influential fucking man in India?
"hey, you can tell me, Bobby, I'm here," you called that name so lovingly he had to physically fight from flinching.
In a perfect world where he isn't such a coward he'll open his mouth and tell you the truth but the truth is he's just that, a coward.
"i swear it's nothing, jaanu, just... Tired," he smiled and hugged you burying his nose in your neck, scared that he'll forget what you smell like once you find out who he is.
Your fingers snaked into his curls, playing with them like always, like it's yours, like he's yours.
"I've got you, always," you whispered into his ear, planting a soft kiss after.
He hope you meant that
Because after almost 2 months of disappearing, hiding from the police in the temple with the hijras, he's back, at your house, knocking.
You opened the door, you looked great but your eyes looks almost dead, somber.
"jaanu," that's all he could whisper, seeing you again is...
You tried to close the door but his reflexes made him able to hold the door open.
"please, please just let me explain myself"
You looked at him and scoff. "explain what? I don't even know who you are, what could you possibly say to me? What was your plan? Kill Rana and pin it on me or something? Is that it?" your voice gets shakier and shakier by each sentence, your grip on the door loosen. Kid quickly shook his head.
"no, no, never, jaanu," he had wrapped his arms around your crying figure, his body is half through the door, cupping your cheek and tenderly caressed your tears away.
"I trusted you! I loved you!" you cried out and all he could do was hold onto you while you smack your fists on his chest again and again.
"I know, i know," he whispered, he lead you inside as you limped against him.
On the couch he held you, tighter than usual, he lets you cry onto his chest, not caring about the condition of his shirt.
"you didn't call, you didn't explain, you just vanished, I thought you fucking died!" you cried out.
"I know jaan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" thats all he can offer. He kept whispering apologies and sweet nothings into your ear until you end up falling asleep on his chest. He laid you down on the couch, planted a soft kiss on your forehead and went to the kitchen. Skillfully manoeuvring through your kitchen, making a meal as he's been there countless of time. He didn't keep track of time, only glancing at the clock when he hears a croak of your voice calling his 'name'.
"I'm here jaan," Kid said walking towards the couch to see your eyes teared again.
"I thought you left again," you said with a whine in your voice, he sat next to you, arm pulling your towards him to kiss your head. "I'm here," he repeated.
"I went to make you some food, it's pretty early I don't think you've eaten," he explained, you simply nodded.
"I... I want you to explain to me who you are and what's happening." you said voice beyond tired.
"my name isn't Bobby,"
"yeah no shit," you scoffed, he only nodded, he's glad really, you're letting him hold you, touch you that's a good sign, right?
" my name... Is Kid. I worked at Queenie's hotel because I'm... Plotting revenge on Rana and Baba shakti. For killing my mother." his voice grew quieter and quieter. The obvious pain in his voice when he mentioned his mother.
"my hands," you looked at those hands, his scarred hands he meant, the ones you would plant kisses on after a night of passion, the ones you loved so much. "they got hurt when I tried to put out the fire my mother was set on... By Rana Singh," he said, face grew harder, voice turned colder.
You stared into his eyes. "Kid," you tried calling his name. He looked at you, all attention on you as if nothing else matters.
"I swear I didn't mean to rope you into this. I didn't mean to hurt you, I couldn't... I couldn't stay away from you, I tried. You consume me, my thoughts, I've never thought of anything else but revenge all my life and you walked into it and make me feel alive again. As if I could have any other life than just death after revenge. I never wanted to live but when I hold you I feel this fear of death that I've never felt before. Understand that all was real, my feelings for you was real, is real," he begged, his hands on your cheeks again.
"but you tried to kill him anyway, why?"
He shook his head. "when I saw him. When I saw that bastard I lost it. Why does he get to live his life while my mother is ashes somewhere on the forest floor?" he grunted, face angered.
You do what you always does, your finger start tracing his eyebrows, his face visibly soften. Like he could breathe again. He took your other hand and kissed it, leaning into your touch. He had been craving you, and you knew. "you're going after him again aren't you?"
"yeah" was all he could breathe out.
You sighed but you understood. The rage he has, it's all he knows.
"will you come back?"
His face lighten. "you want me to?" he asks, hopeful.
"always, always come back to me."
"but I'll be a fugitive by then," he said worried, he's not sure worried that you'll change your mind or that you'll be a fugitive too if you chose to follow him.
You shook your head. "I don't care, come back, we'll run together, I rather not live without you by my side. But Kid.."
"hm?" he asked, looking at you intently with your hands on his. "don't lie to me ever again. Ever." you warned.
He nodded his head and pulled you into him. "never, jaanu." he kissed you deeply, deeper than he ever did that day, lead your body the way he missed. He devoured you full that day, passion spilling into physical touches. He need you to understand his love. He needs you to scream his name. His real name.
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Wendigo drabble
Non Feeding Your God AU Wendigo drabble please enjoy (Inspired by @cthulhusstepmom and this post
Roach had grown up deep in the Appalachian mountains with stories of horrors hidden in the trees. He had heard his name called by his mother's voice even when he knew she was at the house. He was part native had grown up with the stories from the local people.
He respected the mountains and the things within them immensely. When he went out and joined the military he brought the stories along with him wishing to pass on the tales as the others had to him.
Over the years he had traveled around the world seeing many sites meeting lots of people. He was superstitious everyone know sometimes they made fun of him for it other times they asked him for advice. He's inclined to believe that he was more aware of the things in the wild then most. When he was recruited into the 141 The only thing that was different was him.
It was a situation that he did not wish to recall and especially didn't like to talk about. He had almost died in fact it was the mission that got him the moniker Roach. For all accounts he should have died and no one knew how he didn't. But Roach knew he had turned into one of the things he's so respected in the trees. He turned into one of the things that would whisper your name to call you in to eat you If you didn't know better.
He told no one his parents didn't need to know what he had become he felt guilt about it but he couldn't change it now. So he would hide it.
The 141 treated him like family ignoring his oddities and quirks. They ignored how he would almost constantly be eating while putting on no weight. They ignored his affinity for dark and the wilderness. They ignored his aversion to fire assuming it was because of something that had happened to him in the past… They weren't completely wrong.
They ignored everything and for that he was thankful he didn't know if he could explain it to them. He doesn't know if you could take their rejection.
He continue telling stories now sprinkling in his own tendencies. Nothing changed but
everything had. When the 141 were sent on a mission like any other he was surprised it just how quickly it had backfired. Betrayal and treachery to a degree he had not yet experienced.
He was worried for them his family. They were his and he couldn't let harm come to what was his his instincts wouldn't allow it and neither would he. When Graves had turned and shot Soap he couldn't stop himself.
Before he could blink he was lunging snapping snarling. He wanted to drag him into the trees string him up and eat him alive. The bullets did nothing as they sunk and his flesh. They wouldn't kill him nothing could nothing but fire, but fire was something Graves didn't have.
He took the attention away from the others allowing Ghost to get the upper hand. And for Alejandro to find his way out of their hold. He joined the fray soon after not wanting to be left out of the fun as his instinct screamed to hunt them hunt the ones that had tried to hurt what was his.
It was laughably easy as the shadows fell leaving just Graves still breathing looking scared.
Good
"W-what are you!?" Graves demanded. Roach just laughed his voice raspy from disuse. "Don't you know I recognize the accent. Don't you know the stories of the things in the trees? Of the monsters that will call your name in a voice of someone you love? The things that will drag you into their domain and eat you alive?"
Graves eyes went wide as Roach slowly removed his neck gator and goggles revealing his pale sunken complexion.
"Don't you recognize old monsters when you see them. Monsters that have hunted on the land You call home since the first people arrived from the ice age?"
Graves faught helplessly under the creature.
"I'm something that's hungry Graves and you dare touch what's mine."
Graves scream was cut off as Roach tore out his jugular.
He was so hungry…
When he came back to himself half of Graves was gone and he realized what took him out of the trance was his name being called. "Roach." Ghost was calling him. One of his oldest friends a man who had been through more with him than any other.
He turned dreading what he would see he couldn't take the disgust It might finally kill him. But Ghost didn't look disgusted unnerved sure, but not disgusted. Not fearful. It was all he could hope for.
"What's going on bug?" Ghost asked tensely and Roach moved off Graves despite how much his instincts screamed that he needed to feed that he would never be full.
"I-I fuck. Yo-you weren't supposed to find out no one was supposed to find out…. They'll kill me and they'll be better off for it." The last part was whispered in fear as reality crashed in.
"It doesn't matter what's going on. We can talk about it later but for now we need to get out of here." Ghost ordered and as much as Roach was something else he was still a soldier and his lieutenants orders would always be first priority unless he was lost to his mind.
So he grabbed Graves corpse unable to part with the only fresh source of food he had had in…days.. and followed behind Ghost as a apprehensive Alejandro let them to the safe house.
Later they would learn the truth of what he was and they wouldn't care. Later he would be allowed to be more of himself with them. Later Laswell would bring him food of people they wanted gone.
But that was later.
Now he walked.
(I posted this on Ao3)
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Fate’s Design
[Carlisle Cullen x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Not even fate can stop forbidden love. {GIF Credits: Pinterest}
WC: 2051
Category: Angst (with a side of fluff)
Can you tell I rewatched Twilight? 👀 Edward? Jacob? Nah, I’m team Carlisle all the way.
In all seriousness, this took me so long to write out since I’m in that stage of life where there’s no free time 😭
But, regardless, here’s a fic that no one asked for (and hopefully won’t mind 👀). So, uh… enjoy :)
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Funny, how the world works, how fate works.
The day you had first laid eyes on him, you could tell immediately there was something different about him, something... strange. Stranger than strange.
A simple hospital visit, a clumsy fall down the stairs, and here you were, stuck in a place of healing with the smell of antiseptics and disinfectant all around you. For a simple wrist sprang, being around deathly ill people who had no sense of common courtesy was the last thing you wanted to experience.
Still, it couldn't be helped, and so you endured. Endured until that one fateful encounter.
When the nurses brought him into the room, you couldn't help but stare. A young, handsome man who looked barely a few years older than you, pale, cold skin that reminded you of the snowy tundras, and bright eyes you swore turned gold in the light.
Strange, yes. Very strange. But a very good kind of strange, the kind of strange that was captivating.
Carlisle Cullen.
You couldn't help but smile as you thought of the name, as the memories came back to you. The first meeting, the second, and then the third. You remembered all of them, every single one, and the way your heart fluttered like a caged bird each time, wanting to break free.
How long had it been since that first meeting? Five months? Six?
You couldn't be sure, but it was enough.
Enough for you to know that you loved him.
How funny, how ironic, how cruel fate was, giving you someone to love and then making it impossible to be with him.
You were just an average girl with average interests and average talents who had a boring, average job that didn't pay much and was living an average life.
But you were human; he was not.
You were a creature that could live, grow, age, and eventually die while he was frozen in time, a beautiful, timeless statue with an old soul that lived a hundred years in the span of one.
You knew this, he knew this, and that was what held you both back.
Even though you loved him, even though when he looked at you, his eyes burned with the same emotions you felt, the two of you were still unable to come together.
You would’ve given up had it not been for your own stubbornness, your own will to hold on, to see this through to the end.
He was worth it, and you knew it.
And so, you decided it didn’t matter if your time with him would be short because you would spend it happily, without regret.
After all, a few months spent with him was better than none at all.
You found yourself storming into the hospital, pure determination set on your face as you went up to the reception desk and demanded to know where Carlisle Cullen was.
The nurse gave you an odd look but didn’t question you further, and after giving her the information she needed, she directed you to his office.
You were assured he was filing papers, so you didn’t bother with knocking. Instead, you barged in with the burning desire to make your mark, to make your presence known, to show him, without any doubt, how you felt.
You didn't care if he was startled by your sudden entrance, and as you approached him, he stood up, surprise written on his face.
"I’m done, Carlisle," you said, your tone final, a declaration. "I’m so done."
He tilted his head in confusion.
Your hands came to a fist as you rested them against his desk, eyes narrowed and burning.
"I'm done holding back," you said, voice steady. "If you don’t kiss me right now, I'll never forgive you."
Your name came out as a soft sigh from his lips, and you couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through you at the sound of it. The mellow, gentle tone that held your entire being was always catching you off guard, even after all this time.
It wasn’t fair; it really wasn't.
"Kiss me, goddamnit!" You yelled at him, the demand clear in your tone.
And, like always, he denied you. In fact, he practically told you to shut up in his own way by bringing attention that you were still… quite literally, in the hospital.
You didn’t care. It was obvious by the way you kept going at him, demanding he take action.
And then, a gush of wind.
Your eyes widened, and before you could utter a word, the door from behind slammed shut. Not enough to create a loud bang, but enough to get your attention, and when you looked over, his arm was extended out, hand resting on the door.
Just inches away from your head.
Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him.
He was towering over you completely, and the proximity made your breathing hitch. His gaze was intense and golden, and it burned right through you like it always did. But you weren’t scared, not even the slightest bit.
This was what you wanted, after all.
So you kept silent and waited for him to make the first move. Any move, really.
A few seconds passed, and then, ever so slowly, he lowered his head. But he didn't lean down far enough, no. Instead, his face inched closer and closer to yours until, finally, all you could see were his eyes.
And all you could think about was his lips.
"As much as I want to," he began, voice soft and smooth. "You and I both know it's not that easy."
"Yes, it is," you retorted, stubborn. "You're just making it hard."
"I'm being realistic."
"Realistic? Really?" Your face twisted into a scowl. "Says the man who's not even human."
"That's precisely why," he said. "You’re…"
His voice quivered, just slight enough to be noticeable. It made your heart ache, and you were ready to interrupt him, to say that it didn’t matter; nothing else did.
But you stopped yourself.
It was only right to hear what he had to say.
"You truly wish to want… this? To give up the happiness of your future, the family you deserve, to be drowned in sorrow, all for me?"
His words were sincere, his voice quiet, and the expression on his face was one you could barely comprehend.
"Drowned…? Drowned?!" You echoed his words; brows knitted in a deep frown. "Carlisle, I'm already drowning! Right now!"
You paused, trying to calm yourself, but you could feel tears prickling your eyes. This wasn’t how you had imagined it going.
"It hurts," you confessed, voice low. "It hurts me that you don’t understand, that you think so little of yourself."
Carlisle's breath caught, and his lips parted in surprise, but you weren’t finished yet.
"It hurts me that you think I could ever be happy without you," you continued, your voice rising a bit. “Carlisle, I have found happiness in you. I am happy with you. The day we met, I was a wreck; my wrist was a wreck… everything was a wreck. But then you came, and now, now I'm happy. You make me happy."
The look on his face was unreadable, but it didn’t deter you from speaking your mind.
"Why can’t you see that? Why can’t you see that you’ll always be twice the man than any other human being out there?"
Silence.
He didn’t answer, and the longer the silence stretched, the more your heart hurt. Carlisle was a good man; he was. He was a good doctor, a good father, and, of course, a good-looking guy.
He deserved the world.
And if the world couldn't give it to him, you would.
"If you can't see it, then fine," you finally spoke, and it was almost a whisper. "Then I'll do it for you. I'll tell you every day. I'll keep telling you until it sticks."
The corners of your mouth tugged upwards into a shaky smile.
"Even if I have to keep yelling at you."
He exhaled, and suddenly, he looked much more relaxed, and you realized that you had gotten through to him.
It made the tears that were gathering in your eyes spill over.
"At least I know you wouldn’t toss me aside when my personality eventually overpowers my looks," you mumbled, laughing.
"Toss you aside?"
There was a sudden, sharp edge to his tone, and when his hand came to rest under your chin, gently, carefully, your eyes shot up, staring into his own.
You didn't realize it, but the way you looked at him, the expression on your face, it made him see something different, something he never expected.
A woman who loved him. Truly, sincerely, deeply, and completely.
He couldn’t believe it, and yet, you were right there, in front of him, your eyes shining and reflecting nothing but adoration and admiration.
Your eyes were shining, but not with sadness, no, not anymore.
It was a beautiful sight, one he would remember for all of eternity.
"I'd be a fool to do that," he whispered, his tone sincere, and when his other hand came up, his fingers brushing over your cheek, a featherlight touch, he could hear your breath catch.
"A complete and utter fool."
You watched the smile grow on his lips, and it was so beautiful, it was unreal.
But this, the feeling of his hand on your skin, the coldness contrasted by the warmth of your own body, the gentleness of his touch, it was surreal.
"Carlisle," you murmured, and he was still staring at you, but there was a new intensity in his gaze. "Let me give you the happiness you deserve. Let me."
You took a small step forward, and his hand was still resting under your chin. You didn't dare move or speak again, not until you could read his face, the expression on his features.
It was difficult, however, and just when you thought he wouldn't say anything, he spoke.
"I can't guarantee the future or the happiness," he admitted. "Not for myself, and not for you, but-"
"But?" You couldn’t help but smirk.
"I can try," he answered. "For your sake, I'll try."
You should’ve expected the response after that, the speed at which his hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you forward, and his other hand, moving downwards to rest on the small of your back.
You should've, but you didn't.
All you could do was stare at him, your eyes widening, and just when you opened your mouth to speak, to say something, anything, his lips were on yours, and all the coherent thoughts left you.
You could hear the thumping of your heart, loud, thundering, and it drowned out all the other sounds around you.
He was gentle and careful, and the kiss was nothing more than a brief, feather-light press of his lips, but it was enough. It was enough to set your whole body on fire, to have you lean in, to have your hands come up, grasping onto his lab coat for dear life.
You could feel the coldness of his skin, but the taste of his lips was indescribable.
He tasted sweet, like vanilla, and the longer his lips were on yours, the more the flavor lingered until you couldn’t remember how your own lips had ever tasted.
When he finally pulled away, it was as if the world was spinning and all the strength left your body.
"We're not in the clear just yet," he murmured, his gaze still intense, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "There are many things we have to talk about and many things to work out, but-"
"Carlisle," you breathed out, your grip on his coat tightening. "Don’t talk. Just relish."
You leaned forward, and he did the same, his eyes fluttering shut, and as your lips connected with his, your mind was filled with a single thought.
This.
This was right.
It was perfect, and the world was a better place.
The funny thing about fate is that if two people are meant to be, no matter the time, the place, or the circumstances, they'll find each other.
The two of you were living proof.
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Okay so, this is my first fic..in a while (after my wattpad phase) and might be really bad...but well, enjoy.
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(If i forgot you im so sorry)
GAMEMASTER'S DUTY
(This is technically a scenerio where Lyra has a stalker in the game, so if that kind of things disturb you be aware)
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Lyra's pov:
"I speak without a voice,
Reveal without a choice,
In my silence, histories rejoice"
I said the riddle out loud and sighed.
"Mabye an ancient ruin?"
I always found riddles stupid and useless, it's just a jumble of meaningless words. Even though i was never an 'Enigmatologist", i've always been good at solving them.
But i didn't have a strengh to solve it now. Not in the library, at 2 a.m.
I came here hoping i'd find something, a connection, about my father, instead i found a book full with these damned riddles. I was stupid to think i'd find anything in here in the first place. This library is huge, filled with books. Who thought there would be a library on the "Hawthorne island".
I close the book and checked my phone, no massage from them, from a stalker i've had ever since the game began. They've been sending me threats and pictures of me. At first i thought it was a spam-account or a bot and tried to ignore it.
But after that one time, when they sent me a massage saying "i know you killed him", i think i might know who they are, who he is.
"What are doing here ms. Kane?" Said a voice behind me, i turned around and i saw him. A person i wasn't really glad to see, Grayson Devenport Hawthorne. He was leaning against the library door frame, his silver eyes staring at me. His hair was wet, he wasn't wearing suit and a few buttons of his shirt were...undone.
And so what Lyra?
"Mr. Hawthorne..." i cleared my throat "i just.." i was usually really good at lying and gaslighting people but why was i stuterring now?
"I couldn't sleep and this library has a very good aura, so i came here" i took the book in front of me in my hands and started flipping through it's pages "besides here are some very intersting book" i said
"You're holding book upside-down, ms. Kane" he said in a low voice.
Right. shit.
I put the book down, then i looked at him and asked:
"And what brings you here mr. Hawthorne?"
He seemed..surprised by my question. He entered the room.
"I went swimming, i saw lights coming from this room and came here to check since the lights should be turned off in every room by 12 p.m."
"Oh.." i said
"Is something bothering you ms. Kane?" He said with a bit worry in his voice.
"What makes you think that?" I returned him question
"That you're in the library, at 2 a.m. going through german books?!"
they're german?? I was so caught up i didn't even notice
"This one's english" i pointed at the riddles book
Grayson came closer, beside me, and looked at it.
"An ancient ruin" he said
"What?" I asked
"The answer to this riddle is an ancient ruin" Grayson said.
I looked back at the riddle. I knew i guessed it right.
I nod at him. He closed the book and held in his hand.
"This was the first ever book of riddles i was supposed to finish in a day" he said strongly.
"In a day?" I couldn't hold back my surprise
"Yes, well i guess you can say my grandfather was..diligent"
At the mention of his grandfather my blood boiled and i looked away.
He noticed it too.
"You still haven't answered my question" he said demandly.
What question? Oh, that.
Fuck you.
I shouldn't tell him. I don't need his protection. If i wanted to figure out who it was i could easly do it with my hacking skills.
And then suddenly, i got a massage on my phone, i checked it and it was him.
A picture of me standing in a library before Grayson came in.
A shiver went down my spine.
"I have a stalker" i confessed to him.
He looked more confused than surprised.
"A stalker? Ms. Kane i assure you John Oren has the best security system around this island to make players feel sa-"
I cut him off and showed him the picture of me.
Grayson stared at the picture, he looked even more confused and frustreted right now. Then he looked deep in my eyes, like he was looking for an explanation.
I could've drown in those silvery gray eyes.
"I know who he might be, when my father...shot himself...there was this one detective who became obssesed with the case, he divorced her wife, left his job and started working on the case , he staked me and my family and not a long after he broke into my house and started threatening me, screaming "you did this, you killed him", he was arrested and i've never heard of him..unti the game."
I could not describe expression on his face, was he thinking about the first part of the story?
"Until the game...? Lyra why didn't you say it earlier?"
I was surprised, not by the fact that he raised his voice a little, but the fact that he called me by my first name.
I sighed.
"I'm not worried about myself Gray-"
"I AM" he yelled.
There was pure shock on my face, i never thought i'd see him angry.
Grayson took a deep breath in, then he brushed a hand in his hair, went closer to the desk and leaned on it.
"As a gamemaster, it is one of my duties to make sure players are safe, and you are not, i'll announce this problem to Oren, he'll tell our security team but you may need to have a bodyguard at your room for a while, until this problem is solved"
Then he comes closer to me, he stands right in front of me.
"I need to make sure you're safe ms. Kane." He says, softly.
He is taller than me so i have to look up at him, i smile and nod.
"Understood." I say
He smiles, for the first time, ever since i've met he, he smiles.
"I should really go back to my room" i say.
"You should"
I never needed anyone's protection, all my life i've done nothing than protect myself, because others wouldn't.
But holy shit, it felt good to felt protected by someone.
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DO NOT LAUGH.
#the inheritance games#the hawthorne legacy#grayson hawthorne#the hawthorne brothers#avery grambs#the brothers hawthorne#the grandest game#the final gambit#libby grambs#nash hawthorne#lyra kane
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Chris Sturniolo Headcanons
Here is a Chris version of the pregnancy headcanon, requested by an anonymous person!
Enjoy!
BEFORE FINDING OUT
He would rub your back when you vomit and tell you to not worry and just get it all out. He would cuddle you whenever cramps start. He thinks it's just nothing and assures you that it'll just go away.
"You feeling any better, babe?" Chris asked, his voice muffled because his head was buried in your hair.
"A bit," You replied.
"Don't worry, it'll go away soon." He said and pecked you on the cheek.
FINDING OUT
He would not believe it at first and thinks its a prank but then gets really excited when he realized you were serious.
"Baby, I need to tell you something." You sat down on the couch.
"What is it?" He turned off his phone and looked at you intently.
"I'm... pregnant." You looked at him and he only has his jaw dropped.
"No. You're joking, right?" He asked as you shook your head. "What, no. Is this some kind of prank? Is there a camera anywhere?" He stood up, looking around.
You showed him the pregnancy test. "No." He said, smiling, as he had his hands on his head. "So, you're telling me I'm gonna be a dad?!" He asked excitedly.
You nodded as he started screaming and jumping, he even went out of your apartment and shouted "I'm gonna be a dad!" so loud that the neighbours went outside and congratulated him. He even dapped up some other guys.
TELLING HIS BROTHERS
He'd immediately call his brothers and tell them about it.
"Guess what dude?!" Chris screams to his phone and Nick looks flabbergasted and you can only see Matt's forehead on his camera. "Okay, dude. You're blasting my eardrums, go on." Nick said.
"Y/N IS PREGNANT!" When Chris said the news, Matt's camera immediately shifted to his shocked face and Nick just yelled, "WHAT?!"
He would even show the pregnancy test to them.
GIVING BIRTH
He held your hand and encouraged you the whole time, even making jokes to lighten your stress with the pushing.
When the baby finally came out he told you that you did so good and that your baby was so beautiful just like you.
FIRST WORDS AND FIRST BIRTHDAY
it's now your kid's first birthday. He asked his boss if he could not attend work that day, it led to an argument but he didn't attend anyway. Just for your child.
"My little birthday girl!" He picked up his daughter and spun her around before securing her in his arms.
"I love you so much." He kissed his daughter on the cheek as she giggled. You looked at them both while preparing the table for her 1st birthday party.
"Papa!" The child giggled. Chris' jaw dropped. "Holy shit." He said, his voice trembling. "What?" You asked, worriedly. You thought that something bad happened.
"She just said her first words." He replied.
"PAPA!" The kid giggled again. You gasped and Chris started crying, he couldn't believe that her first words would be papa.
That's all! Thank you for reading my headcanon! Leave a like if you want to! Feel free to request! The inbox is always open!
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lost in japan ( p.sunghoon )
synopsis: where your boyfriend takes you to a surprise trip to japan and plans everything. he even ask riki for advices, but ignore most of them...
( 엔하이픈 ) - sunghoon!fem.reader ( t.b.b.o.u ) ; fluff , suggestive & crack .. ( words : 3,5k )
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warnings : hot make out session, sunghoon is not that shy, sunghoon fangs ( yes, this needs a warning ), showering together ( nothing nsfw ), mentions of food.
note: i should have posted this yesterday, but i was sooo tired from the weekend that i just plopped in my bed and slept ㅋㅋ also, didn't give this one a double check so it might contain heavy grammar errors... anyway, enjoy!!
sunghoon always loved the idea of spending time with you, specially far from home. he wanted to explore a country with you and share new experiences by your side. imagine how cute it will be when he marries you and both of you choose the destination you guys most liked; or the one both of you want to meet?
yeah, sunghoon could choose paris, the city of love, london, berlin, but no, he chose japan; just to start softly. since japan is very close to korea he decided to book a fly. it wasn't expensive at all and he could see how you would react with the ideas/plans he had with you.
however, even though he's idea of starting with japan was somehow cute, it wasn't thoughtful at all; since neither your boyfriend or you can speak japanese. i mean, you can speak very — almost nothing — basic japanese, and sunghoon can speak a little.
although, with the world we live nowadays, is almost impossible to not know english at this point. well, that's what we all thought, so has sunghoon. he didn't really thought about exceptions when it came to this subject. he even asked riki if japanese people can speak some english and riki simply replied that is most likely to — but usually they speak a bit of english because of foreigners costumers.
depending on the place or person, speaking english wasn't a problem. sunghoon has travelled to japan before and, even though it was with the members, there was a pretty good amount of people who could speak a clear and good english.
still, as i said, sunghoon never really thought about exceptions when it came to this conversation. even with riki's help, it was really hard for sunghoon to understand simple phrases. imagine when sunghoon started learning english with you? it took two years of relationship for him to learn simple words. might sound tiring, but it ended up tightening the bound between you and him.
when your boyfriend told you to be ready, 'cause he was going to take you to a trip, you were definitely taken back a little. he didn't tell you where he was taking you, even when you begged him — he wasn't giving that to you. you trusted on him, but told your friends to call the police if you weren't responding they're texts.
jokes aside, you knew it was real when sunghoon held your hand and walked into the hotel's lounge. the hotel was giant and luxurious. it smelled like expensive marble and it had a fresh ambient — thanks to the air conditioner.
“did you like it?” he asked you, watching discreetly your mouth open while looking around.
“yeah... it’s really pretty...” you murmured and heard his amused chuckle.
since the place was an hotel, it was expected that the lady behind the counter and the workers in general knew some english besides they're mother language. getting the room's card was the easiest part of this trip i might say. he basically was asked whose name was under the reservation and he replied, just having to give some of his personal information and he was in.
walking through the carpeted hallway of the hotel after taking the lift, he inserted the room's card into the gap of the electronic locker, and when a green light shined and a successful sound, your boyfriend opened the door and stepped back so you could walk in first.
he took the bags and placed them close to the bed while you were checking the bathroom. “hoonie! it even has a bathtub!” you told him in a enthusiastic tone. “wah...” you hummed and heard his steps close to you after murmuring a 'really?'; from afar.
“wah, it's a very good bathtub isn't it?” you felt a pair of arms embracing your waist.
“yeah...” you pouted, feeling his breath on your neck, travelling to your nape. “thanks for all of this babe.” you pouted, turning your body to look at him, placing your arms on his shoulders around his neck, pulling him for a kiss.
shyly he smiled and kissed you back with drunkly in love eyes. your boyfriend was hugging your waist like you were about to disappear from his touch any time. the kiss was getting hotter and sunghoon clearly was kissing you with more eager.
you were enjoying as much as him, the sound of both of your lips fighting for space showed how much both of you loved each other. you suddenly felt your body being carried and you trapped your legs around his body while he walked you out of the bathroom.
however, when he placed you on the bed's cushion, he began placing quick pecks on your lips and that was the moment you knew he was stopping the kiss.
“get yourself ready pretty,” a kiss on your cheek. “wear that beautiful dress of yours,” your jaw was kissed. “and put on that lipstick you did the last time we went out while it was our first anniversary.” a kiss on your nose. “pretty; my pretty girlfriend.” and a last kiss on your lips.
you were flustered, watching how attractive your boyfriend looked while getting off of you. “where are we going?” you asked him, still recomposing yourself from the hot make out.
“we're going to dinner in a fancy restaurant, says that it's really good.” he shrugged.
“who said it?” you cocked a brow.
“does it matter?” he frowned, pouting while taking off his big coat.
“no, i was just curious.” you shrugged too, pursing your lips while standing your body up, sitting on the bed. “how did i get so lucky?” you pouted, admiring your boyfriend fixing his hair that was messy because of your hands - that were messing up with his hair minutes before.
“okay it’s almost seven, take a shower and get yourself ready, baby.” sunghoon nodded his head to the bathroom's door walking closely to you, watching you get up from bed and stretching yourself. he smirked, showing his cute fangs, holding your waist and placing a smooch onto your lips, ending the smooch with a 'mwah!' and a smack noise.
he was just about to let go of your body, if it wasn't your hand holding his fist. sunghoon turned his head at you, pursing his lips with a question mark glued to his face expression. “let's save time?” you innocently asked him, pulling his body slightly closer to yours.
“mhm, is that what i'm thinking?” you shrugged, letting him tell you his guess. “you want me to take a shower with you?” he grinned, teasingly cocking a brow.
you let out a amused grin, slowly nodding. “yeah? let's go then.”
you were currently drying your hair with the hotel's bathroom hair drier. it wasn't the best hair drier you have ever used, but it was the only thing that you could work with to save time to apply some make up.
meanwhile, sunghoon was drying his hair with a white hotel towel in front of the tall mirror placed close to the room you were — bathroom.
after drying your hair with the small hair drier, you turned it off and checked the hour on your phone. your eyes widened when you realised it was already 6:20 pm. “hoonie!” you walked out of the bathroom, being met with your boyfriend's figure in front of you.
he turned his head at you, calmly glancing at your wide open eyes. “what is it dear?”
“we have less than one hour to get ready!” you told him and he giggled at your desperate tone.
“it's okay, hun, we can arrived there any time.” he shrugged, smiling widely with amusement, turning his focus back to the mirror. sunghoon stopped playing with his hair and tossed the white towel at the room's desk.
“oh? really? but how late can we arrive the-”
“y/n, take your time. i can wait even a day if i have to.” he gazed at your frown. “well, not a entire day, but,” he sighed, hearing your giggle. “you got my point.” he nodded his head pursing his lips in a funny way. “i thought that taking a shower together would save time.” commented your boyfriend letting out a breathy chuckle, who was walking closely to his bag and unlocking it; proceeding to place it on the floor and opening it.
“yeah, it would be if you stopped trying to kiss me and splashing water at me while i was applying my expensive hair mascara! you also pushed me under the water while i had conditioner on!” you pouted, complaining.
“nonsense, i didn't pushed you under the water, i hugged you and we got under the water.” he emphasised the 'we', pointing his index finger at you and him.
you rolled your eyes, closing the bathroom's door after telling sunghoon 'whatever'; but you still had to look yourself in the mirror and make sure to hide that big grin spreading through your blushed face.
“you rented a car?!” you gasped letting your mouth drop. “and why such a expensive one?” you glanced at sunghoon's proud grin.
it might be important to mention that the car was placed inside the hotel's garage. even though it was closed to workers only, sunghoon convinced the manager to let him in so he could surprise you. — since it was a very fancy hotel and seemed to have a pretty good costumer service, the manager was gentle and agreed.
he looked at you with brilliant eyes, holding your hand and saying: “it was your dream car as a kid, am i wrong?” he raised a brow, knowing he was right.
“yeah, but-”
“let's just go, shall we?” he cut you off, and you were grateful that sunghoon cut you off, otherwise you would embarrass yourself with nonsense words leaving your mouth; and followed by a awkward silence.
you nodded, letting the gap between your lips turn into a shy grin, slowly turning into a big grin watching sunghoon rushing to open the door for you. “my beautiful lady first.” his voice changed to his normal soft way to a 'chic' one — like he was a private driver for a very wealthy lady.
you chuckled at his 'role', cooing an ask — “what are you doing?” — followed by another amused laugh while sitting on the car's passenger seat. he silently laughed, running to the other side of the car after slamming your side's door. your boyfriend quickly started the car after closing the car's door and glanced at the car's dashboard, checking the current hour. “just in time.” he smiled after confirming it was almost 8 pm.
“what do you mean just in time?! it's 8 pm already!” you whined, feeling your boyfriend's hand touching your thigh.
“that's the best time to be at a restaurant, even better when travelling.” he glanced at you, throwing you a flying kiss and giggled at your playful/fake disgusted face - later turning to look at the japanese sky night behind the car's window with a smile stuck to your face.
“i'm exhausted!” you sighed, jumping onto the hotel's bed. “hoonie~” you called your boyfriend with a drunk voice.
“mhm~?” he answered while laying by your side.
“i love you...” you murmured and turned your body to look at him, pouting your lips, indirectly asking for a kiss while hugging his waist.
“i love you too.” he kissed your lips just how you wanted. “let's get yourself cleaned up and go to bed, mhm?” when he watched how you pouted, letting go of his waist and groaning; while tipsily closing your eyes, he giggled. “come here...” he spooned you, placing a kiss onto your shoulder and cheek. “take a shower so you can wake up tomorrow feeling way better.” he heard you groaning in disagreement once again. “please, honey...” sunghoon tried to convince you placing another kiss onto your cheek. “i'll go get your wet wipe and wipe this make up off your face, okay?” he didn't wait for you reply, already getting up and walking to the bathroom, picking up the wet wipe's package.
he walked back to the room and softly asked for you to sit on the bed so he could see your beautiful face. you smiled after hearing him calling your face a 'beautiful face', and he felt his heart flutter.
“you're so cute, do you know that?” he whispered, beginning to wipe your make up off, gently rubbing it on your skin.
“hoonie...” you called him in a sleepy whisper while he fixed your dress, covering your thigh.
“yeah?” smiling while you slowly opened your eyes, you smiled back when you saw how beautiful your boyfriend was.
“you're so handsome...” you touched his cheek, gently rubbing your thumb over his soft skin.
“and you are so pretty.” his sweet masculine voice sounded like the softest melody you've ever heard; so you closed your eyes once again.
“sunghoon...” you whispered, calling him once again. your forehead formed — unconsciously — a frow while your lips formed a pout.
“what is it dear?”
“i love you, thank you for taking me out to dinner and taking care of your drunk girlfriend...” you thanked him and let out a breathy laugh when thanking him for taking care of you.
you heard a soft chuckle and how his voice sounded like he had a big smile plastered onto his face. “i would do it again if i had to.” he finished wiping your make up off, closing the wipe's package and placing it at the little desk beside your side of the bed; and placing a kiss onto your forehead.
you woke up with the feeling of a silky pyjama hugging your body and the sound of water running echoed from the bathroom. you rubbed your eyes and groaned, frowning when you felt your head throbbing. you curled you body and sighed, yawning before sitting on the bed's edge, looking around the room with your eyes half closed.
you stood up and stretched your muscles and squinted your eyes with the sudden clarity, but began to appreciate it. you crossed your arms, feeling the cold weather of japan, even though the balcony's door was closed. you cringed and sighed, enjoying the morning sun.
“good morning.” you heard a familiar voice speak, and when you turned your head you were met with your chest naked boyfriend — with just a towel covering his bottom.
you quickly turned your focus back to the morning view. “morning...” you murmured, hiding the nervous voice that creeped your throat.
“did you sleep well?” you felt masculine hands holding both side of your waist, placing a kiss onto your bare neck.
“yeah... thanks for changing me and taking my make up off.” you slowly and carefully turned your head to face sunghoon.
“you're welcome my dear,” your shoulder got kissed. “'don't even need to thank me, i did the bare minimum.” he cutely scrunched his nose at you and rubbed both of your noses together. “let's eat breakfast, mhm?” he placed another kiss onto your shoulder. “today i want to visit a japanese temple with you.” he placed a last kiss onto your shoulder and you already missed his touch.
the sun was already setting and sunghoon was holding your hands while walking with you to a coffee shop he found out to be one of the best in japan. he knew the coffee shop had a very 'kawaii' type of ambient and was really popular in japan - said riki. with that, he quickly reserved a table just in case.
talking about sunghoon asking his japanese dongsaeng for advices and information, riki told him that the coffee shop was a place where, usually, just locals gone, warning sunghoon that he might need to learn some basic japanese before going because not all of the workers or people can speak english. however, his stubborn hyung just shrugged at his words and forgot about that; telling to himself that it should be fine.
while he was walking holding your hand, since the weather was getting cold and less sunny, he pulled your hand to the warm inside of his big black coat's pocket, making your right hand warm while the other one was resting inside your own coat's pocket.
arriving at the cute coffee shop — that looked more like a chic boutique if someone passes by the place in a rush —, sunghoon had already planned everything, so there was an booked table just for both of you. right after he walked in — with your with your hand attached to his and warmed up in his coat’s pocket — hearing the sound of a bell ringing and an feminine voice exclaiming ‘WELCOME!’ in japanese; and watching an young lady approaching. — “こんにちはようこそ！テーブルは予約しましたか、それともテーブルを選びたいですか?” “sunghoon, call riki to help us…” you whispered to your boyfriend, almost picking up your phone to call riki and help both of you out.
“um…” sunghoon coughed after hearing your whisper. “google translatoh.. uh… sore omoteiru?” he picked up his phone from his right pocket and pointed at it.
“え? guguro?”
“hai, hai!” he nodded at the lady. “guguro whatever...”
after spending a good ten minutes trying to explain the attendant that he had an table booked under his name, she finally gave both of you a green light. the waitress picked up a phone from her apron's pocket and the feminine robotic voice echoed: “would you like a menu?”. and then when sunghoon nodded to the lady's question, realising she had picked up her phone to use the google translator, she gave both of you a sweet/shy smile and placed the menu on the table; bowing in respect and saying something in japanese. — sounded something like “take your time.”
ou began to look for something and your boyfriend seemed to do the same as you, but asking: “what did you like in the menu pretty?” and you blushed after glancing at his crossed arms and dark brown eyes gazing at you with so much love. you hummed, thinking hard between so many delicious and attractive options.
a few minutes later you decided to order the things that were the most different ones, and the ones that seemed more delicious. your boyfriend pressed a button that was written 'call the waiter' — written in japanese and english — and he struggled once again to order in japanese, but you smiled hearing how cute his strong accent was.
sunghoon and you started talking about plans that both of you hope to accomplish in the future and as the time wasn't the focus, the order arrived pretty quickly. “looks good.” sunghoon hummed and took a sip of his drink, waiting for you reaction after trying yours. and when you smacked your lips twice he knew you didn’t liked it.
with that being said, he looked at you and sighed, switching the drinks and proceeding to take a sip of your order. “it’s good, keep this one,” he pointed to his order. “i like this one better.” and you pout, but still tries really hard to hold in a big smile.
“really?” you pouted. “but you like this one...” you nodded to the drink he switched with you.
“but i like this one better,” he shrugged, brushing any worries you were having. now, let's enjoy our time here pretty.” he playfully winked his right eye at you, playing with the straw of his drink.
“thank you...” you shyly thanked him, pursing your lips while trying to hide your happy grin. “wah! it's soooo good!” you melted after taking a sip of the drink sunghoon switched with you.
“isn't it?” your boyfriend giggled, feeling a sense of happiness and relief after watching how your cute your eyes went widened after taking the first sip of the drink he ordered.
“hoonie, since we're here in japan,” you paused after gulping down your sweet drink. “why don't we go to shibuya some day? i heard that shibuya has a lot of great restaurants...” you nodded your head at your own comment, taking a bite of your pastry of choice.
“oh, really? we can go tomorrow if you want to...” sunghoon shrugged, stirring his drink with the straw.
“for real?!” you exclaimed. “you know we'll probably have to take the underground since it's more practical and fast.” you warned him. “and i think the underground is crowded.” hesitantly murmuring, knowing your boyfriend doesn't really enjoy crowded places, you took a quick glance at his reaction.
while you were expecting his reaction to be kind of reluctant, surprisingly he was smiling. sunghoon crossed his arms and leaned into the table taking a deep look at you.
“everything for you.” he spoke, making you place your drink back to the table and lean into the table just like him.
sunghoon didn't waste time and began to play with your hair and then rubbing his thumb over your cheek before placing a lovingly kiss onto your lips. “your lips taste weird.” you scrunched your nose after he pulled away and leaned his back against the chair.
“thanks to your drink.”
“you said you liked it!” you whined.
“oh i did?” he laughed, teasing you, but didn't ignored how cute you looked with that pout. “oh yeah, i did.”
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We All Fall Down
Spoilers for 9-1-1 7'10
I am not okay. That was a ride, holy shit.
I'm over the moon that Bobby is okay, I worried for a minute he might actually die this time and I guess he technically did his heart stopped for 14 minutes he's giving Buck a run for his money with that one. But he's safe and okay so that's good.
Poor Chris, that kid has been through so much I really hope he can work through everything and be okay. As much as I hate it time with his grandparents might be good for him. probably be good for Eddie as well, it can give him some space to work through his stuff as well cuz we know that man didn't work through anything. Also Buck was just as heartbroken and I wanted to cry with him, that's his kid too.
Madney fostering Mara so she doesn't have to be in a group home and can have contact with her family. I nearly cried I'm so happy for them.
Buck admitting Bobby is his dad was such a wonderful thing. They both know it, now they just need to say it to each other, course .somehow I know at least Bobby knows that's how Buck feels, Buck might have a harder time accepting it but I think he knows as well even if it's deep down.
Buck and Tommy are thriving and I could not be happier, I;m so glad we were wrong and the date happened after they knew Bobby was okay so they could just enjoy it but I'm gonna need to see Tommy support Buck through some hard times as well because we know he would be the sweetest, knowing the 118 it is bound to happen again.
Fuck Gerrard the bastard. Poor hen and Chim get to re-live that hell and now Ravi, Eddie and Buck have to experience it as well. No of them would be part of Gerrard's boys club so you know it's gonna be hell for everyone except Gerrard the fucking asshole. And you know Chim gonna get it extra worst for his comment at the award ceremony. I guess it could strengthen the relationships cuz now they all know what it's like but still that is a sucky thing to bond over and there relationships are already solid and unbreakable so we don't need it anyway.
One thing that I'm gonna need though it Tommy to come pick Buck up from work or something and hear Gerrard saying some awful shit to Buck and Tommy to just go protective boyfriend mode and curse Gerrard out and tell him off, but like on Gerrard's last day before Bobby comes back so it doesn't come back on Buck and the others later.
I'm just in shock, this whole season was packed with so much but this episode especially, I am not going to survive this hiatus.
Also are we could ignore Buck asking Tommy if he thinks he has Daddy issues and Tommy saying he hopes so. Like Bro. Tommy and his one liners, I just love Tommy Kinard.
Speaking of the date Tommy asking Buck if he was okay when talking about Bobby. My man Knew how much Bobby meant to buck at least to an extent, for crying out loud they met flying into a hurricane to save him that tells you he is important to Buck. Knowing this he makes sure to check in and make sure Buck is doing okay with the situation. It's moment like this that make me love him even more, as a character but also for Buck.
I just know next season is gonna hurt but I'm ready for it, I think. I can definitely be okay if we keep getting cute Teven moments. I will be devastated if they break up though, that will be the heartbreak I will never recover from.
Anyway time to read fluff fics until we get season 8
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OMGOMGOMG… i saw your dan stevens character x reader post and i’m literally the happiest person alive over how accurate they are 😭😭💖💖 if you don’t mind me requesting (holding back sending so many requests in the future): how would frank/trapper/david react to a partner with stuffed animals/plushies? (as somebody who has a bunch of sanrio ones and kinda gets clowned on by some family members for it 😭) 🥺 + maybe what stuffed animals they’d give to their partner as a gift? THIS ONES SO SPECIFIC BUT 😭💖
A/N: I'm so incredibly glad someone enjoyed my headcanons that much. Also, please send me a million requests it would make me so happy (no pressure). Also Also, I loved reading your reaction through hashtags in your reblog lol
Pairing(s): Travis "Trapper" Beasley x GN!Reader, Adam "Frank" Barnett x GN!Reader (Separate), David Collins x GN!Reader (Separate)
Contains: The boys reacting to the reader having stuffed animals, the boys giving you stuffed animals, sex mentioned with Frank but barely, Frank being a dork, Trapper being a sweetheart, David being a good listener
Frank:
I have a feeling Frank might be a little weirded out, for lack of a better word, at first, especially if there are a lot of them. If you've got a couple he'll be fine with it but if there's a bunch he'll just be a little confused as to why they're important at first. Like this man can't grasp why you have an attachment to them.
As you spend more time together he'll pretty easily get used to them. If they have names he will only refer to them by name, he won't call them stuffed animals, plushies, stuffies, etc. He becomes like the dad that didn't want a pet, then cut to the dad absolutely loving the pet but never admitting it.
Like you two go to sit on the couch together to watch a movie & you left a stuffie on the couch & he fully treats it like a human. Like he nods at the little guy & goes "Gerald," in greeting before scooting the plushie to the side of the couch.
If you store a bunch of them on your bed, he definitely refers to them as "the fellas" regardless of their genders if they have any. Like he'll climb into your bed getting ready to cuddle you & acknowledges them saying, "What's up fellas?" Mainly because it makes you laugh.
He definitely does not like them facing you two when you're having sex or making out. He will turn them to face the wall one by one if he has to.
After finding out that you like plushies so much I think Frank would be the kind of guy to buy you one before he goes on long heists. He did it once & that made you smile so he kept doing it. The first time he brought you a little one, a white cat with yellow spots.
"You know, I'll be on a business trip the next couple days & I thought this one looked like me so I thought it would be a good idea. Now you don't have to miss me or whatever."
You definitely agreed that it looked like him. The little cat had a scowl & everything.
Trapper:
Trapper probably has an old stuffed animal from his childhood that's being held together by many different stitches & still sits on his bed to this day. So when you tell him you have stuffed animals he's not even phased, actually, he shows interest in them.
He wants to know their names, & if they don't have names he wants to name them.
There was a time when you & Trapper had gotten into an argument & he gave you some time to cool down & he stayed in the bedroom. The door was left ajar & you heard some quiet talking. After getting the right angle you manage to catch the man talking to your pile of stuffed animals that lived in the corner of the bed about how sorry he was & how he didn't mean to upset you.
As you watch your hand accidentally knocks the door a little causing it to squeak on its hinges. Trapper immediately turns to you, his face flushing when he realizes you were there. "I'm sorry, your stuffed animals are just really good listeners."
If any of your stuffies get ripped or you find a hole in one you better believe he goes full vet mode. He's had to do stitches before so sewing is nothing. He will play hard into the vet thing to make you laugh, especially if your stuffed animal getting ripped is a big deal for you. He'll whip out a stethoscope, wrap the limb that got ripped in some paw print bandages, etc. He also loves any praise about him being good at his job so please give him some.
I feel like Trapper's stuffie gifts would come with a story. Like the day he took out King Kong's tooth he probably got you a King Kong stuffie & told you all about it. Now next to whatever stuffed animals you have you have all the titans of the world (at least the ones he's worked on) in plushie form.
David:
David, like Frank, will probably have a little bit of a tough time gathering what makes them so special to you but he would probably just straight up ask you. David loves listening to you talk about just about anything, especially when it's something you care about. So when you tell them why they mean so much to you, it only brings him joy.
I imagine before you were even partners & he was heading off to the army (He would not have left if he had the guts to ask you out), you gave him a small stuffed animal to remember you by. As he was getting ready to go & everyone got a little teary-eyed, he swore to you that he would keep that little stuffie until he saw you again. That little guy survived a war & when David returned, you best bet that little guy was alive & well in his backpack. He stays with him in that big ass green backpack to this day.
Whenever you're away on business or don't get home till late, you'll arrive home to see David cuddling one of your stuffies to help him sleep. He claims it has the slightest smell of your perfume/cologne/etc & it reminds him of you.
If the collection grows past space on your bed for all the stuffies, David will build you a shelf for them. You won't even ask him to. He'll just see that you have space in your room for a shelf, you'll off-handedly mention you're running out of space on your bed for the stuffies, then he'll put two & two together & build you that thing. An added bonus, he'll probably be in a tank top or some shirt that shows off his arms on the hot summer day he decides to build it. Maybe even shirtless.
I feel like David wouldn't get you any specific stuffed animals. He would just wait for you to mention the ones you want, literally run across town to get it for you, then run back & it appears in your flock of stuffed animals the next day.
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