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abigailmoment · 5 months

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It wasn't just bad luck that Staeve was targeted. It was a calculated attack. Halsin knew well enough how a caster could examine their enemies for tells. Halsin did it himself. Considered an opponent's tactics, and guessed at the places their mind would be most vulnerable.

You didn't have to be a gifted empath to watch how Staeve hurled himself into the thick of combat, right at the biggest bandit wielding the two-handed great sword, and think that the man might be vulnerable to a spell that exploited wisdom.

The fact that it took down Astarion too, well, perhaps that one was just bad luck.

It happened like this:

This is written about @velnna's Tav, Staeve. I was delighted to discover that they don't mind fan fiction being written about him.

I'm always cautious about writing for other people's OCs--getting voices right is so important to me. I have elegantly avoided that issue here.

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The fight was an incidental bit of banditry. Dangerous banditry, certainly. Bandits with great swords, supported by wizards. Halsin hung back with Gale while the two rogues dashed forward to give truth to the old adage that the best defense was killing the other fellow extremely quickly.

They cut down the man with the great sword and the woman with the mace and shield. Reinforcements were coming from around a rocky overhang. Halsin coaxed the earth to throw up entangling vines to slow them down. Gale drenched them with glimmering light that illuminated all their vulnerable points for Astarion and Staeve to shoot at.

Only the half-orc made it through the vines and the light. He was bloodied and wrathful. He was huge, but it was two against one, and the two were flanking with each other. It would have been an easy end to the combat, except that apparently there was a bandit wizard hidden somewhere in the trees who chose this moment to cast a spell.

One second Staeve was a blood spattered half-drow sprinting full-tilt, sword out, towards a fighter twice his size. And then he was gone.

Some sort of teleportation? Banishment? Gale was saying something about trajectory and scanning the treeline. Halsin was yelling, he wasn't sure what, the concern was more important than the words. He started running forward. Because two rogues against a barbarian was fine, but one rogue against a barbarian was an extremely fast way for that rogue to die.

And Astarion knew that so he should be running away. But he wasn't running away. He was darting forward and ducking low and almost getting hit by a greataxe as he snatched something off of the ground.

Then he was running, thank the Gods. There was something cradled in his arms, which meant he didn't have his rapier out as he scrambled back.

It was a cat. Halsin saw. They were ten feet away from each other when Halsin realized that Astarion was carrying a large, extremely upset tabby cat with grey-green fur.

That was when Astarion vanished. No. Not vanished. As the tabby tumbled to the ground, something small and white was already there, darting for cover.

Then the half-orc arrived. Bellowing and huge, at least when compared to cats. Not quite as huge when compared to Halsin.

Halsin decided to turn into a bear. It was amazing how many problems you could solve by turning into a bear.

"I am feeling my oversight in not preparing dispel magic today," said Gale. "Or counterspell."

"This is not a situation we could have anticipated," Halsin said.

Staeve contributed to the conversation, but because of present circumstances, it came out as a meow.

He was large for a cat. His fur was pale brown, tabby-striped with green. His stripes crisscrossed in a way that reminded Halsin of his tattoos. His scar was a fur-less groove in his face. He had the same pale green eyes as always. That color was quite appropriate in a cat.

He meowed again, more insistently this time.

"We will," Halsin assured him.

"You're speaking with him?" Gale asked.

"Not magically," Halsin said. It had been a long day and he had barely anything left to cast with. "But I think I understand him."

"Do you?"

"Think a moment and I am confident that you too will guess what he wants from us."

It did only take a moment. Gale was an intelligent man, when prompted. And they'd all seen the small white cat vanish into the woods during the bear-orc fight.

"Ah. Of course." Gale addressed the cat, voice reassuring. "Astarion should be relatively safe though. Polymorph is temporary and even if something did happen to him in the interim, he would just revert to his natural form."

Staeve's whiskers went back and his ears went flat in a thoroughly unimpressed way.

"I think it would be best to find him and make sure nothing happens," Halsin said with mellow diplomacy.

"Of course." Gale paused, then said delicately: "Given my skill in woodland matters, or lack thereof, I may best serve this cause by getting out of the way."

Halsin smiled. "It is a wise man who knows his limitations."

"I'll meet you all back at camp then?" said Gale.

"Take a potion of invisibility for the trip," Halsin suggested. "There might still be bandits about."

Staeve had gotten impatient with them, and was padding off into the forest. Halsin handed Gale the potion and hastened to follow.

Staeve scampered about the forest like he was looting the place. No hole, hollow log, wasp nest, or brown recluse spider-web was left uninvestigated. The loss of seventy five percent of his gray matter had done the man's already flagging survival instincts no favors. Halsin spent half of his attention looking for signs of a small white cat, and half of his time making sure Staeve's efforts at tracking didn't get him killed.

After being only a hairsbreadth quick enough to pull Staeve away from the entrance to a dire-badger-burrow Halsin decided that his partner was now going to be carried. Staeve made a meowling, writhing objection. He was terribly invested in the search. A compromise was reached when he was offered a perch high on Halsin's broad shoulders. Staeve proceeded to clamber from shoulder to shoulder as Halsin walked, ears always forward and alert, eyes bright, head turning this way and that as he scanned the woods.

Small cats with stealth training were not easy things to track through dense forest. Halsin did end up using his last spell slot to cast speak with animals. The local mice and voles always noticed when predators passed, even small ones. Halsin spoke to them while keeping one hand on Staeve, who watched the tiny creatures with bright, newly interested eyes.

Halsin of course spoke with Staeve as well, but it wasn't quite the same. Talking to a person who had been transformed into an animal was not the same as talking to that person. Shape changed you. How you saw things. How you thought. The mind of a cat was a fraction of the size of that of an elf or half-elf. Thinking with it was different. The change was easiest for druids. It was hardest for the cursed, who did not choose the new shape. Who were surprised by it.

He spoke to Staeve and learned things he had already known from observation. He reassured Staeve that the mice had given useful guidance.

That guidance led them north, then west, and then to a long hollow log, moss covered and broken in two places. A good hiding spot, and the sort of shelter that had a lot of escape routes. Staeve jumped off of Halsin's shoulder as the druid knelt down and they both peered inside.

In the darkness, Halsin could just make out a pair of ruby-bright eyes staring warily back at him.

Beside him, Halsin watched Staeve relax for the first time since becoming a cat. He wasn't actually as large as Halsin had first thought--it was just that his hackles had been up and his tail puffed out for the duration of the transformation.

It could be a painful thing indeed, to have one's heart so completely entwined with another's safety. A deeply worthwhile thing, but a painful thing, sometimes.

Halsin made a deferring motion to Staeve, who nodded in a rather un-catlike like way. Halsin stepped back from the log, moving slowly so as not to startle anything. He shifted a few feet away and sat close enough to watch, but far away enough that his looming size wasn't an ominous thing.

Staeve didn't go inside the hollow log. He sat at the entrance. Lay down at the entrance, body long and casual, head up on the lip of the log so he could keep looking inside. Modeling relaxation.

He started to purr. Halsin could hear him purring even from a few feet away. A loud, constant, soothing rumble. It somehow did not surprise Halsin that Staeve had a loud purr.

And then Staeve waited. Patient as anything. Waiting and watching and purring in a low buzz, as steadily as a beehive.

Halsin could not see inside the log, but he could guess at when Astarion moved because Staeve's ears would flick. Staeve had a fine poker face, but everyone had tells.

Something happened, or occurred to him, that made Staeve raise his head and sit up slightly from his sprawl on the ground. Then he stood up entirely. He gave Halsin a significant look, and trotted off into the underbrush.

Conscious that he had just been assigned new responsibility, Halsin shifted so that he had a good view of the log's entrances and everything around it. There wasn't much danger, Halsin’s presence in general kept most predators away from this space. But still.

During his vigil, Halsin saw the glimmer of red cat-eyes once. And only briefly.

Staeve came back soon. He had a dead vole in his mouth and he looked exceptionally pleased with himself. He dropped the vole at the mouth of the log, took a few pawpads back and watched expectantly.

It took another long minute, but after that minute a small white cat crept out of the darkness.

This should surprise no one, but Astarion was a beautiful cat. Slender and graceful with large eyes. His fur was pure, silvery white and just long enough to curl slightly. He moved with a cautious precision that Halsin recognized as his habit, and that deeply suited his new form.

He sniffed at the vole. He shot Staeve a judgmental look, because Gods forbid the man accept any kindness without prevaricating about it in some way. He glanced at Halsin. And then he leaned down to slide exceptionally long canines into the corpse's chest.

Staeve flopped down about a foot away and watched him with an expression of pleased devotion that would honestly be a bit more appropriate on a dog.

Astarion ate fastidiously, and without getting even a blot of blood on his snow-white fur. When he finished he licked his teeth.

When Staeve was quite sure Astarion was done eating, he sidled up slantwise, sauntering around the vole corpse as if he just casually happened to be taking a stroll in this part of the forest for no particular reason. He stopped just short of Astarion. His ears were forward. His tail flicked lightly from side to side.

Astarion regarded him levelly with his 'I know what you're doing and I know you think you're being clever about it but you're not' expression. Then, as if granting a boon, he deigned to rub his forehead gently against the underside of Staeve's chin.

Staeve took this as the invitation that it was and pressed back, much more enthusiastic and honest in his delight at the contact. Which in turn gave Astarion an excuse and space to do what he wanted and enjoy it.

They were always very dear to watch together. Whatever form they took. In about a minute they were curled over each other on the ground and Staeve was industriously grooming Astarion's head.

Halsin let this go on for as long as he could. But the shadows were lengthening, and they were very close to the Shadowlands, and he was out of spell slots, and the rogues were currently housecats.

"It is getting late, dear ones," he said softly.

Astarion twitched at the interruption, and Staeve licked him three times along the neck and chest in a soothing way. Then they disentangled from each other and padded over to Halsin.

Halsin picked up Staeve, but he knelt down and laid his arm on the ground so that Astarion could climb up and find what perch he wanted by himself. They did both end up in his arms. Staeve was tired and quite ready to be carried, and Astarion didn't want to be out of contact with him.

As Halsin walked through the woods with an armfull of cat, Staeve started to purr again. It was really the most marvelous sound. A soothing distillation of satisfaction and care. Almost enough to tempt one away from being a bear.

Astarion did not purr. Some cats didn't. Or purred only very rarely. But Astarion did, at one point, look up at Halsin and blink his bright red eyes very slowly.

And that was a precious thing.

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#staeve #astarion #bg3 #Transformation #Fluff #Hurt/Comfort #Cuddling #A Great Deal Of Cuddling #Implied Trauma #Very Brief Peril #taking care of astarion as a group project

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disneyprincemuke · 6 months

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midnights * mv1

since your breakup, max hadn’t thought of you. until he stumbled home by himself in the middle of the night.

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: honestly just heartbreak all around

notes: i started writing this when i found out my ex-boyfriend was dating someone new, and now here i am 💀 and i fear i am on my phone once more; i will credit the gif in the morning when i get to school

(next)

the lock clicks as max turns his key, the sound echoing in the eerily empty hallway behind him. he turns the knob and was greeted by his empty apartment.

max hasn’t been home in almost 2 weeks. the races and his media commitments, topped by other projects just made it so rare to find the time to come home. but that’s not the only reason he’s avoiding the confinements of these four walls.

he flips the switch in the entryway, slipping his shoes off. immediately, he notices the vast difference in the way his apartment looks — how strangely lifeless it feels.

he can’t exactly pinpoint what it is and it takes him a second to realise.

you’d emptied his apartment of your belongings.

the breakup happened in the 2 weeks he was away from home. it actually took place a night before his race. he’d grown tired of it too, the neverending misunderstandings and the fights.

so he let you walk away; you hopped on a flight back home.

he hasn’t exactly had the time to think about you since then. you’d only texted him once: two days ago to tell him that victoria will be the one with the cats until he comes back. he’d only replied with a simple ‘okay, thank you’.

he didn’t really know what to say either. he stared at your text message for 5 minutes before daniel called him over to start filming a promotional shoot. that was all he could come up with.

max walks further into the apartment you’d once shared. his eyes are darting all over the place, taking mental notes of spots that look different from the way he had left it.

the framed picture of you with the cats is gone, your magazines on the coffee table, the bowl of your collection of scrunchies as a ‘conversation-starter’ centrepiece — it’s all gone.

his apartment didn’t even feel like home. all of the things that made it feel like home just isn’t in here anymore.

max turns his body, taking a glance at the entryway. even your house slippers aren’t where they usually are. it’s as if you were never even here.

he takes a walk further in, glancing at the sofa. it seems so lifeless now without the teddy bear you brought in, and the blanket that you insisted was only for the living room.

he admits he misses the teddy bear. though, he was opposed to the idea at first, claiming that it’s taking up precious space that you could both be maximising together. it proved a lot more useful when he found himself hugging it when he’s on the sofa watching a show with you.

the remotes for all the appliances are no longer scattered over the furniture mysteriously. they are all lined up neatly on the edge of the coffee table, grouped accordingly. you hated arranging the console remotes for the simple fact that you were too lazy to reach forward an inch to start playing.

and it finally hits him, that in the moment of pride, and simply protecting his peace at the moment, he has now lost you.

for good, it seems.

max drops himself on the couch. he’s still looking around, desperately wishing that this was some cruel dream he’s in. he will wake up with you by his side, your hair in his face with his arm draped lazily around your body. he will wake up and you are still his, and he is yours.

he can only sigh. audbily, at the predicament he has found himself in. at the time, it didn’t occur to him to fight for you; to ask you to stay. he didn’t have it in him to ask you to find reason within yourself to change your mind.

then he hears a soft meow, followed by sounds of pitter patter against the floor of the apartment. before he knew it, the couch dips ever so slightly and then there’s jimmy climbing onto his lap to greet him.

then he hears actual footsteps, slippers dragging against the floor. he turns his head slightly, his one hand patting the feline’s head, and meets victoria’s eyes.

“max?”

“victoria.”

a set of lights by the windows are turned on, granting him a look at his younger sister. she’s standing by the door of the guest bedroom with a jacket hanging loosely around her shoulders.

she has a frown on her face, and a look that screamed she didn’t know what to say to him.

and then his heart breaks. instead of walking through those apartment doors hand in hand with you, giggling from the high you’d get from the bar in his private jet, he is sitting her all by himself. met by his younger sister, who would be gone by morning to go back to her family.

max can only smile sadly at her. he shrugs. “we broke up.”

“i know,” she answers softly, nodding understandingly. she approaches him cautiously with her arms slightly held up. “i’m sorry.”

“me too.”

max scrambles from his position and gladly takes in the hug that she’s offered him. he suddenly feels so small, his heart aching in his chest and his throat closing up. he feels the tears in his eyes as he hugs his younger sister slightly tighter.

she rubs her back up and down, hugging him even tighter when she feels his chest stagger slightly. now he’s sniffling and hands are moving up to his face to wipe the tears falling from his eyes.

“give it time,” victoria whispers, swaying slightly in an attempt to comfort the driver. “i promise everything will fall back into place. slowly, but surely.”

max sighs deeply. “i don’t know why i didn’t stop her from walking away.”

she pulls away from the hug, then tugs his hands towards the couch when he chases her embrace. she leans back, pulling max in for a tighter — and slightly more comfortable — hug.

“i know it sucks now,” she rests her cheek on the top of his head, squeezing his shoulder empathetically. “but let things sort itself out. it will be okay.”

there, in his sister’s arms, he cried for the first time since your breakup. he had been so busy that he hadn’t been able to process the whole situation at all.

the way you had shot daggers at him through your eyes that night, how he snapped at you when he noticed and how the fight had erupted from something barely of significance.

it was just over a cup of coffee — how you had made it with 2 sugars instead of 3.

from there, the topics of contention had evolved into something bigger. in the haze of both of your anger, past arguments were brought up and new ones were created just in that night.

then both of you grew tired. you ended up next to him on the couch of his driver’s room in silence. and you said, “i can’t do this anymore, max.”

and he had said to you, “i’m tired.”

but what he should’ve said was: “i’m sure we can find a way through this.”

but that’s not what he said to you. he stayed silent when you brought it up: “i think we need to break up.”

frankly, he didn’t really know what to say. at first, he was dumbfounded at what you said. never did he think, that when you first start dating, that a breakup would ever present itself.

max told himself, about 4 months into the relationship that there’s absolutely no way he’d end up with anybody else except you.

now, it seems he’s going to have to go through all of this by himself. start the whole thing all over again, unless something changes.

#oh #i like it!#max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen fic #max verstappen fanfic #f1 fic #f1 x you #f1 x reader #formula 1 fanfic #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke f1

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its-your-mind · 3 months

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ORV as shitposts 42/???

[Photo ID - 10 cropped screenshots from the ORV manhwa with text post pasted upon them.

The first image shows Kim Dokja wearing his white coat. The text post is by Tumblr user squeakitties. It reads, "*explodes into a shower of gore and when the red mist clears i'm completely fine but wearing a different outfit*"

The second image shows Jung Heewon with a large smile on her face while she points to herself in joy. A translucent Kim Dokja looks at her in shock from the viewer's left. The text post is by deactivated Tumblr user oamisoa. It reads, "I love it when people tell me about me because I have no idea who I am."

The third image is a close-up of Kim Dokja glancing at an indirect message from a constellation. The thought bubble above his head reads, "Looks like someone misread my intentions." Smaller text is on the side of the thought bubble that reads, "Uriel..." The indirect message reads, "[The constellation, Demonic Judge of Fire, is impressed that you are trying to put your fallen friend back on the righteous path.]" The text post is by Tumblr user neroinblack. It reads, "I like to hear their interpretations of the persona that I've shown them."

The fourth image shows Kim Dokja sticking out his tongue while Lee Sungkook and Jung Minseob are staring at a phone in Lee Sungkook's hands in shock. An indirect message is at the top of the image. It reads, "[The constellation, Secretive Plotter, is impressed by your shameless lies.]" The text post is by Tumblr user teaboot. It reads, "construction of the self through the eye of the other."

The fifth image shows Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja staring off toward the viewer. Yoo Joonghyuk is at the bottom left of the image while Kim Dokja is slightly behind him at the top right of the image. Two text post are pasted. The first one is by Tumblr user toastpotent and is above Yoo Joonghyuk and to the left (relative to the viewer) of Kim Dokja. It reads, "hey sweet heart!! hey dear!! *fucking decks you in the face* angel :)" The second text post is by Tumblr user ndiecity. It is to the right of Yoo Joonghyuk and below Kim Dokja's face. It reads, "Psst. Hey. Fucker. *Kisses you* idiot."

The sixth image shows Yoo Sangah holding Kim Dokja's arm in a semi-crowded subway car. Kim Dokja is looking at her in surprise with a speech bubble that reads, "Sorry?" The text post is by Tumblr user heavensickness. It reads, "Do you ever wanna bond with someone so bad you're like 'damn i wish we were knights on a dangerous quest.'"

The seventh image is a close-up of Kim Dokja smiling with his eyes closed. A message from "Junghyeok Yu" via Midday Rendezvous is above his head. It reads, "I'll get you back for hitting me." The text post is by Tumblr user antigonekin. It reads, "my beloathed. my insignificant other. my worstie. my stupid rabbit. my fucked up abhorrent little meow meow."

The eight image shows Kim Dokja wearing a dirty and torn shirt. His hand is outstretched as he smiles. His speech bubble at the bottom of the image is cut off, but what's visible reads, "Give me 5,000." The text post is the fortieth question from a quiz with two answers. The question reads, "I use the force of my personality..." The first answer is selected. It reads, "...to get what I want." The second answer reads, "...to guide others in making the right decisions."

The ninth image shows Kim Dokja staring upwards at a golden ball of light. The text post is by Tumblr user canimuff. It reads, "no offense but i'm literally starving for affection but when people give it to me i can't accept it as valid because i'm worried i've manipulated their perception of me by only portraying myself a certain way and feeling like this portrayal of myself is an imposter and makes me disingenuous and not deserving of the affection they give me."

The final image shows Kim Dokja drawn in a simplified way in the background running off with a sword in hand and a smile on his face. The background of Yoo Joonghyuk's head is in the foreground of the image with an anger symbol drawn on it. A spiky speech bubble under and to the right of him reads, "Why you...!" The text post is two tweets by Twitter user rem ?! @/exercexe. The first tweet reads, "you're in his dms i'm on his nerves." The second tweet is a reply to the first one that reads, "im pissing him off im ruining his day." /End ID]

ID by the incredible @incorrect-web-novels !!!

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscent reader #orv shitpost #orv textposts #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #joongdok #yoo sangah

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valentinoappreciator · 2 years

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vent concerning animal death in the tags

#text #mypost #I just got hit by the sudden fear / realisation that my cat will die before me #that ill have to learn to live without her stupid antics?#without her silly little meowing #and without her insanely adorable greetings after ive been away for as little as five minutes #I mean #rather this than her not understanding where I am (if I were to die to before her)#I feel so bad for the times ive left her alone #like when I was hospitalized #I know that my parents take EXCELLENT care of her #but #its still so hard #am I too sick to own a cat?#maybe #that shit fucking HURTS #anyway yeah #im sad about my cat dying somewhere within the next 10 years #hopefully she'll live to be an old and refined lady

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hansolsfearofbugs · 9 months

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Skz- Before He Confesses

little things they do while they have a crush on you, sfw

huyng line edition - Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin

maknae line

part 2- how he confesses: hyung line

Chan

finds himself looking out for you like he does for the members

little things like making sure to set some of your favorite snacks aside (yes he payed attention) before the members get to them

or packing an extra hoodie in case you get cold (this one's not totally selfless...he can't deny how much he likes seeing you in his clothes)

this is more of a thing that'd happen when y'all are in a relationship but he would absolutely hold you in a way where he could hear your heartbeat

that hairtie you left lying around that one time? he's keeping it on his wrist in case you ever need it

sticking with that theme: he would remember all of the little things you've told him about yourself

he would know your favorite food, restaurants, places, clothing brands, books, tv shows, movies, colors, jewelry, and anything else

tries to casually slip his knowledge of these things into conversations hoping to impress you

would overthink every text he sends you

like he would draft everything in his notes app, read it over to make sure there's no typos and that theres the right balance of exclamation points so he doesn't seem to angry, but not so many that it's weird, and would have to take a deep breath before sending you anything

one of the members definitely found the note in his phone with all the drafted messages and he got so much shit for it lol

watches videos of you two over and over again while smiling like an idiot

Lee Minho

finds himself talking to soonie, doongie, and dori about you

"she's just funny and sweet"

"meow"

"exactlyyy"

is scared to get caught staring at you so he purposefully looks down when he's near you which just makes it more obvious that he likes you

this is what gets him caught by the members

is reduced to a quiet, blushing mess when the members confront him about his feelings for you

stalks your social media to figure out what music you're listening too

makes a playlist titled "her" with all the songs you like and listens to it to feel closer to you

will purposefully mix your songs in with his when he has the aux to impress you

so happy when he sees you smiling and singing along to one of your songs

brings you coffee and pastries in the morning but doesn't actually have the courage to give them to you in person

just leaves them by your stuff with a little note so you know it's for you :)

seo changbin

changbin is absolutely the type to become your boy bsf to get close to you

is there to listen or give you advice on everything

#1 outfit advice friend

i mean he's not necessarily the best at outfit advice but it's the enthusiasm that counts

gets so happy when you send him pics of different outfits and ask for his opinons

thinks you look so pretty in everything you send him

purposefully "accidentally" matches with you now that he knows what you're wearing

stands close to you whenever you're in group settings and will stare down any guy he catches checking you out

tries to "accidentally" make physical contact whenever he can

hand gently on your waist as he walks past you

knees brushing together under the table

grabbing your hands when he's excited

touches your shoulder when laughing

you're the only one thats allowed to call him binnie

the members heard you call him binnie and when he just let it happen they were so confused

that's how they figured out he liked you

they teased the hell out of him for it

hwang hyunjin

catches all his sketches turning into you

what can he say? you're his muse

daydreams romantic scenarios with you before he falls asleep

his personal favorite is slow dancing with you on an empty stage in the moonlight after everyone else has left

has made several paintings and sketches of that exact scenario

will sketch pretty flowers on napkins when y'all are out as gifts for you

has a collection of book quotes and songs that remind him of you

purposefully shows off a bit in dance practice whenever he knows you're watching

has a talent for finding you in a crowd if you go to a performance

takes note of the jewelry you wear and buys himself pieces in similar styles so he can match with you

has read every book and watched every tv show he's ever heard you talk about

always asks you to do up his tie for him when he's getting ready for awards shows

doodles on your arm when he's bored

likes to sit next to you while he sketches or reads and you get work done

doesn't bother him that its quiet, he just likes to be in your presence

steals glances at you while you're reading or working because he thinks you look extra pretty while you're concentrating

a/n: if you enjoyed this check out the maknae line version!

check out part 2- how they confess: hyung line

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snowwybear · 5 months

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𝗣𝗢𝗩: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿 | 𝘃𝗼𝗹 𝗜𝗜

Warnings: fluff, suggestiveness, nudity

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Over the last few days Vinnie has seemed upset, his texts back were dry and whenever you called him his voice just seemed emotionless. You decide to visit him in person to make sure he was okay and if he needed anything. Walking into the apartment you noticed how quiet it was. Normally there was music in the background, Vinnie screaming or just the sound of his keyboard. But nothing, it was dead quiet.

Entering his bedroom you saw him sitting on his bed gently stroking Hera, his face was expressionless.

“Hey”. You said quietly while slowly sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Hey” He sighed out not looking up at you.

“Are you okay?” You tilted your head at him hoping to catch his gaze.

“Not really, I just feel upset”.

You moved your legs up onto the bed and started also patting Hera in hopes to connect with Vinnie.”Do you wanna talk about it”?

He shook his head no and sighed deeply. He stopped stroking Hera and lay down on his back. He put out his arms and made grabby hands towards you. You got the message and crawled your way over to him, snuggling up to his chest.

“I just wanna cuddle you until I feel better”.

“Okay”. You giggled, kissing his jaw.

You stayed cuddled up in his arms for a few minutes until you realised something was missing. You sat up (much to Vinnie’s dismay) and looked towards the end of the bed to find Hera chilling. You moved towards her and picked her up, hearing a little ‘meow’ as you moved her. Once in your arms you moved Hera to Vinnie’s chest and lay back down in his arms. “There. Now we can cuddle you better”.

Vinnie chuckled before muttering a ‘thank you’ and placing a kiss on the top of your head. He rubbed up and down your back and occasionally gently caressing your butt before switching over and patting Hera for comfort. You stayed in his arms until he felt better, and eventually he did.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

𝟐.

You entered the bathroom, closed the door behind you and turned on the shower. Within a matter of seconds you hear the swing open revealing your boyfriend standing in the door way.

“Are you having a shower?” Vinnie asked slightly out of breath as he just ran over to the bathroom as soon as he heard the water running.

“Yes” You laughed at how ridiculous you boyfriend is.

“Can I join you?” He smirked making his way over to you.

You shook your head and placed your hands on his chest stopping him from whatever he was planning. “No, I’m actually planning on showering”.

He pouted. “Why? I promise I’ll be good”. His hands found your waist

“Babe every time we shower together we almost always end up having sex. I need to was my hair”.

He rolled his eyes and groaned. “Excuses, excuses”. He moved his face into your neck and started leaving small kisses.

“I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself”. He said into your neck.

Ugggh, you hated the effect he had on you.

“Fine, you can shower with me”. You groaned. Vinnie smirked and removed himself from you. “But only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself”.

“Promise”. He replied

You undressed and stepped into the shower under the water. You let the water fall onto your body, the warmth soothing your muscles. You felt a slight cold breeze hit your legs before noticing Vinnie’s presence in the shower. You peaked over your shoulder to have a quick glance at your now naked body. Naked Vinnie is always a sight.

You were still basking in the warmth of the water when Vinnie placed his hands on you waist. You jumped a little when his cold hands touched your skin but settled once you realised it was just Vinnie. Vinnie started kissing your shoulder before making his way towards your collar bone.

“Vinnie”. You warned. He continued to place kisses on your body and move his hands settling them dangerously near your core.

“Vinnie!” You squealed while moving his hands. Vinnie just laughed and placed another kiss on your cheek.

“I’m joking calm down”. He said.

He moved his hands off your body, turned around and grabbed the shampoo from behind him. He gave a quick slap to your ass before squeezing the shampoo into his hand and gently massaging the product into your hair. “See. I’m just trying to help”.

You moaned at the feeling of Vinnie’s fingers gently massaging your scalp. Vinnie slapped your ass again. “Don’t do that”.

You just laughed at him. He stopped massaging your head for you to wash the shampoo out of your hair before repeating the same thing with conditioner. Once your hair was all washed you turned around to face Vinnie. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave Vinnie a sweet kiss.

“Thank you baby”. You say before giving him another kiss.

“You’re welcome. Now can we have sex?”

#vinnie smut #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie x y/n #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie imagines #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker

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chappellroansdreamgirl · 10 days

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officer!els<3

author's note - meow i love this woman.

content warnings - black!coded!reader ig????, fluff, els i love u ellie williams pls handcuff me to ur bed and police-brutalize me! , text msgs from reader that are very me-coded! , mostly just based off every grumpy but cool cop i've seen in media, lots of notes from me i'm going insane I NEED HER!!!!! , there's a white man in a pic i put... you have been warned, smut/suggestive shit at the end!

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- def wanted to be a cop when she was a kid and then was a total fucking juvenile as a teen. (duh!)

- always loved the police officers who barely ever gave troubled kids a hard time. (this is coming from a troubled kid. acab all the way except for u guys. well, still acab, but y'all r cool!) would refuse to talk to anyone except her favorites. i fully believe that's one of the reasons she would go into this workforce.

- when she got approved to start training to be a cop, u were home with her favorite strand of weed and she gave u a look like, "🤨🤨" , "can't be doing that no more baby, i'm gonna be a cop." , "...stfu and take the first hit before you piss me off..." , she's wearing a SHIT-eating grin before she takes it. (don't ask me how she passes her drug-tests!) (probably gets jesse to do it or someone idk maybe joel if she's lucky!) (def not joel...)

- ADDING ONTO THIS!^^ : every single time you smoke when she can't she'll look so sad or just side-eye tf out of you... "really?" , "what do you want me to do ellie..." u stopped smoking around her when she couldn't...

- this woman is so intimidating but once those cop dogs come on the scene she's so cute<3 . she's so smiley and happy they love her AND SHE LOVES THEM. she definitely sent u a picture of her with the group of the babies and was like, "can we adopt them all pls i love them ):" . you guys adopted a rescue pup shortly after...

- whenever you're doing ANYTHING EVER she flashes her badge at you and says something so loser of her , "don't make me handcuff you..." or makes finger guns with the sounds and GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN.

- speaking of badges, she always has her badge on her. ALWAYS. it is EMBARRASSING!

- when she got her first arrest she was so happy:3 . i FEEL like she took a picture with the fucker and everything and she looked so proud of herself. "good job baby now pls get to the station before that mf breaks out of those handcuffs he looks like he's gonna murder u..."

- this is a headcannon of mine (and canon so why am i saying hc maybe it's just bcs it's more in-depth in my head.) but she loves kids and whenever she sees a younger person at the station, she makes sure that they're ok and have everything they need.

- with that being said, she HATES the teens who don't have a valid reason to be such delinquents. lovable delinquents are her soft-spot but those... THOSE ONES😧.

- definitely is a kitten-saver-cop. hates getting the call but she responds every time.

- sends u this pic anytime u say something mildly threatening to her in text msgs:

suggestive/NSFW!

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- the day she got her uniform, you wanted to jump her bones. she came back home, poor girl was so tired and all you could think about is how good she looked in that shit.

- like i said... the badge is with her at all times... maybe this is too feral but i feel like she put IT in ur mouth and took a polaroid of it after u were done eating her out or SSAAAWWWWMMMMTHHHIIIIING. (pls let me wear ur badge baby i'm on my knees BEGGING YOU!)

- definitely joked about role-playing jailer/jailed and then it wasn't a joke anymore. y'all tried it once and couldn't stop laughing.

- has definitely used her handcuffs on u or vice versa. she gets so excited when u pull that shit out.

- ggggg...g-g-gu-....gggggggggguuuunnn ki-

- definitely has fucked u in the uniform. u two probs have had a quickie in the station bathroom on multiple occasions.

bonus round - police!els edit<3 :

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ghosty-writes-23 · 3 months

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His Precious DollFace. - Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: Slight NSFW (Somnophilia) Mentions of Stalking & Kidnapping, Obsessive/Possessive Behaviour, Panty Stealing.

Pairing: GhostFace!Leon + BestFriend!FemaleReader.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: You were Leon’s sweet and innocent childhood best friend that was too naïve to know what his true intentions were, he just wanted to keep you safe and protected.

Word Count: 1.7k

Ghosty's Notes: Hi, just wanted to say I didn’t actually think I would be posting this on time but even this time I surprised myself, I have re-written this about 3 times today and I am finally happy with this version I wrote, a huge thank you to everybody that votes on the poll, it was fun seeing everybody interact with it and see everybody’s choice, I do plan on publishing something for Valentines Day but I am not making any promises, anyway just wanted to say a huge thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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18+ Content // MINORS DO NOT INTERACT // 18+ Content.

Sitting at home relaxing on your couch watching Netflix, that you stole the password for from your best friend, Supernatural played in the background as you scrolled through your phone reading about the recent Ghostface murders that had been happening around the university campus.

Many people think its a student dressed up as the iconic horror slasher while others just think its just some crazy nutjob, but since the murders classes have been strictly online until the person reasonable has been found. After reading another new article claiming that the authorities should be doing more to catch this murder you exited the page and went to see your text messages.

A couple where from Chris complaining that he wished you had accompanied him and Leon to the halloween party their frat was throwing, another message was from Claire showing the costumes the girls were wearing, Ada was going as a vampire, Claire was a witch and Jill went as fairy and chris photobombed the picture dressed as michael myers, the picture made you laugh as you sent a heart back, you didn’t feel like going to the party or any social gathering, just a comfy movie night in was all you wanted.

After reply to Claire you saw Leon messaged you, the pair of you had been best friends since you were little kids, being next door neighbours you practically grew up together, always staying at each other's houses for sleepovers, movie nights and even got accepted into the same university as each other, your parents were best friends and would do double date nights when you and Leon grew older, clicking on Leon’s message you read what it said.

“Miss you.” was all the message said, it brought a small smile to your face. It wasn't a secret that you and Leon were a little bit closer than friends since you basically grew up together, but that is all you were just friends even though sometimes you wished it was something a little more. Shaking your head you looked at the time on your phone 1am it was time for you to go to bed.

Grabbing your TV remote you flicked off the TV before wrapping your blanket around yourself and got off the couch, as you did you heard a creak in the floor in your hallway, causing you to freeze slightly but then you thought it was just your cat coming inside. Shrugging off the feeling you headed up to your room, not seeing the shadowy figure that looked up at you from the bottom of the stairs.

Pushing open your bedroom door you went and flopped onto your bed exhaustion washing over your body as you don’t even bother to get under your blankets as you close your eyes. Just as your mind was about to drift off to dreamland you could have sworn you heard your bedroom door open but when you open your eyes there's nothing there causing you to think you have have started to go crazy, but soon there was a soft meow before your cat jumped up on the bed purring as it pushed its face against yours, causing you to smile as you pet its head.

“You keep giving me a heart attack.” you said to the feline as you softly scold it, but it just purrs and curls up beside you before going to sleep, not having the energy to close your door you drifted off to sleep not seeing the shadowy figure was now in the corner of your bedroom.

Looking at the sleeping woman, the shadowy figure felt his heart race as his breathing got slightly heavy, his blade in his pocket before he raised up and pulled the mask from his face revealing himself to be none other than your best friend Leon, there was a blood splatter on his face that he didn’t bother to clean up, he had to come and see you.

He knew once you found out what he had done you would never want to see him again, but he was doing all of this for you, to protect you those people who would have hurt you and he couldn’t have that, he loved you too much to see you ever get hurt, so he dealt with them so they would never hurt you in the first place.

Everything he did was to protect you from the cruelty of this world, he didn’t care if he had to get his hands dirty if it meant you kept that innocent and sweet smile. Walking over to your sleeping figure Leon kneeled down and took off one of his bloody gloves then gently rested his cold hand on your cheek causing your face to scrunch up at the sudden cold feeling but you didn't wake, his thumb slowly creased your cheek as he looked at you with a lovesick look.

You here his precious doll and he will always protect you and have your best interests at heart. Looking away from your face Leon noticed your oversized shirt had ridden up where it rested just under your breasts giving him a full view of your stomach and cute black panties you were wearing, they were his favourite because of how they looked on your body and that he had brought them for you.

Letting out a heavy breath, Leon tried resisting the urge to kiss your stomach, how your soft skin would feel under his lips, his teeth digging into the soft flesh and leaving little marks showing everybody you belong to him, the thought sent a rush of heat through his body. Taking a deep breath one little kiss wouldn’t hurt so he moved to half way down your bed and leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your stomach, he promised himself to not leave any marks, unlike last time, but this time he was determined not to.

Your skin felt so soft under his lips, almost as if kissing a marshmallow he could almost taste the sweet taste of your body wash from your shower earlier in the night. Leon knew of this because of the camera’s he had placed around your place, so he could always have an eye on you. Feeling you stir Leon frozen in place before you turned over a soft noise leaving your lips as you settled back into your bed. Leon knew you were a light sleeper so he had to be careful and quiet.

His gaze went back up to your face, making sure you were fully asleep again before he let out a soft breath, this is what you do to him, you drive him crazy with the most simple and innocent actions just you sleeping peacefully was enough to make his body feel hot all over, to make him crave touching you in a way no best friend should and it was all your fault, but was he complaining, no you could never do any wrong in his eyes.

Moving onto your bed Leon made sure his movements wouldn’t disturb your peaceful slumber, as his body hovered over your sleeping form his breath picked up, it fanned over your face causing you to stir again, holding his breath you settled down once again your breath evening out and your snores light and soft, Leon didn’t want to risk waking you up so as he slowly moved off the bed, he let his lips trail down your body as light as a feather, but as he got to the top of your cute black panties Leon could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head at the sweet smell, he could see a small wet patch forming causing the cheap cotton to stick to your pussy.

Leon could feel his lips go dry, licking his lips he looked like a predatory looking down at its prey, his eyes had darken and his breathing was now more uneven, reaching a finger up he ran his finger up the slick fabric being as gentle as possible, a soft noise leaving your throat as he pulled his finger back it was wet with your slick without thinking Leon placed his finger in his mouth causing a whine to leave his throat, he wanted more but it was too risky so he came up with a better plan, carefully and slowly Leon hooked his fingers into the top of your panties before gently pulling them down your smooth legs and off your feet.

Once your panties where off Leon brought them to his noise and breathed in deeply, your scent filling his nose causing his eyes to roll back once again driving him wild, He didn’t want to take your innocence just yet he wanted you to be awake so you could feel all the pleasure he would bring to you, so for now this would have to do. Getting off the bed Leon placed the panties in his pocket before he walked over to you and gently kissed your head.

“Goodnight Doll, i’ll see you again real soon.” Leon whispered before he grabbed his mask and placed it over his face before he carefully walked out of your bedroom and gently closed the door….

The Following Morning.

You woke feeling refreshed and well rested, your cat peacefully slept on your jacket that was placed on the chair that sat by your window, the early morning sun warming its fur, your stretched your arms over your head letting out a soft noise as your back made a clicking noise, running your fingers through your hair a feeling washed over you, as if you were missing something, reaching under your blankets you noticed your panties where missing, you were pretty sure you went to sleep with them on.

“Must of kicked them off somehow.” You thought as you shrugged your shoulders and pushed your blankets off your bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for your morning Uni classes and shift working at your mom’s bakery, where you will see Leon and tell me all about the supernatural episodes you watched last night and how your cat gave you two heart attacks.

As you made your way to the bathroom, you didn’t notice the small camera watching your every move, Leon was behind it smiling as if he had hearts in his eyes. “Soon doll, you will be mine.” he said as he placed his bloody hand on the computer screen, as there was the sound of a muffled scream behind him as a person sat tied up to a chair with tape over their mouth.

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7ndipity · 11 months

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Dating Yoongi headcanons

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: swearing, lil suggestive, not proofread.

A/N: Alright, if we're gonna do this series, then it's time we talk about my ult. The man, the myth, the meow meow(I'm sorry Yoongi)

(Also, I'm already planning a pt.2 for this series that's more on the crack side, so if anyone wants to send me headcanons for the members to possibly be included in future lists?)

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Yoongi is comfortable.

So soft for you, I can't even begin. Like, I don't understand how people ever think he's cold, he is the epitome of soft boi.

Blushes when you complement or brag on him.

Turns into a scrunched up, spluttering mess if you call him cute(we love our tsundere).

Very cautious at first with his feelings, but once he feels comfortable enough to open up, he's very straight forward.

To call it dating is a bit generous though. Like, y'all immediately go from 'kinda dating' to 'married-but-not-married'.

Tells you he loves you for the first time in one of those long ass, 3am texts like he sends to the members.

Random,(half-)joking proposals(Marry me, Yoongi uno reverse card!)

"What kind of ramen do you want?" "Marry me." "Both it is."

So many songs about you, but you will not know until they're released(or he makes them into a playlist/mixtape for your birthday or anniversary)

Actually really hesitant about letting you in his studio(sorry fellow writers). He just prefers to have a level of separation between his work and you.

Dates are usually pretty chill(except for special occasions or when he wants to flex and rents out a whole fucking skating rink for y'all or smth)

Another who lives for domestic activities with you, like cooking together or even just grocery shopping. Idk, he just likes getting to be with you.

Probably would love going camping with you in one of those little camper vans.

Likes to teach you things?

I mean, he won't want to be your full time teacher, but if you show an interest in smth like piano or producing, he'll get a kick out of teaching you the basics.(let him teach you about basketball, he'll lose his gd mind)

Not big on nicknames(big shock🙄). Like, you have a perfectly good name, why not just fucking use it? Also calls you 'Jagi', but that's if he's feeling particularly soft or needy.

Acts of service King.

Have you eaten? He's making food. Are you cold? Makes you take his jacket. His top priority is making sure you're taken care of.

Gets lowkey jealous of Holly getting too much of your attention. "Yah, are you dating me or my dog?!"

Sass and bickering are basically a second language for you two.

Subtle about pda. If he's not holding your hand, he has to have one resting on your back.

SOMEONE HOLD HIS FUCKING HAND FOR THE LOVE OF-(sorry, I'm calm)

Not always vocal about wanting physical affection, but when he is, he's lowkey dramatic.

*laying on the couch*"If you don't kiss me, I'm gonna die." *kiss* "Better?" "Hmm, still in critical condition. Keep going."

Another who gets more than a little enjoyment in winding you up into a flustered mess, and is smug about it(again, shocking no one, I'm sure)

Slow, lingering kisses as he holds onto you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

Gets really quiet if you fight(and sulks), but is usually the first to apologize because he absolutely cannot stand y'all being mad at each other.

Holds you to go to sleep.

"Marry me." "M'kay."

Okay, that's enough delulu for right now, Imma go cry.

#yoongi #yoongi imagine #yoongi fluff #yoongi headcanons #yoongi scenarios #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi reaction #bts scenarios #bts reaction #bts headcanons #bts fluff #bts reactions #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts imagines #7ndipity

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 4 months

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● Hook x Reader ●

• SMUT 18+

Summary: Ethan Page breaks off his engagement with you. Taz takes you in and introduces you to Tyler. Tyler teaches Ethan a lesson about blowing up your phone.

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I walk into me and Ethan's locker room very excitedly. He is sitting on the couch.

"Hey baby! Did you see my match? I won my first match here!"

He doesn't say anything looking at his phone and I look at him puzzled. I sit on the coffee table infront of him looking at him.

"Did you hear me?"

He doesn't look up or say anything again. I put my hand on his arm trying to get his attention. He smacks my hand away looking up at me. I pull my hand to my chest.

"Owww what was that for?"

He stands up looking down at me. I start breathing heavy looking up at him.

"We are done Y/N."

"Done?"

"Yes. Done. Now give me MY engagement ring."

"W...what?"

I look down at my ring than back up at him. He has his hand out waiting for it.

"Why Ethan?"

"I have found someone better than you."

Those words broke me. I slowly take off my ring and put it in his hand. He scoffs ripping the ring out of my fingers.

"You're so pathetic. And useless."

I look down at the floor not wanting to look at him. He gathers his things together still belittling me the whole time.

"So much happier that I found someone who will care for me and actually do what I say. Don't call me. Don't text me. Don't even think about me."

He leaves the room slamming the door behind him. I feel the tears start to pour out of your eyes. You lean down into your knees and start crying. 20 minutes go by, I hear someone knock on the door. I ignore it thinking it's Ethan. I hear the door open but continue crying into my knees.

"Y/N. Honey. What's going on?"

I feel a hand start rubbing my back. I sit up still semi crying, looking up to see Taz sitting on the couch. He rubs my shoulder looking at me.

"What happened Y/N? I had to come looking for ya because you had an interview but didn't show up. What happened honey?"

I sniffle wiping my face and lifted my hand up to show my bare hand. His eyes go wide seeing my ring is gone. I start crying again. He stands up pulling me up into a hug. I start crying into his chest while he rubs my back.

"Honey. It will be okay. I'm here for you. You know you are like family to me. If you don't have anywhere to live, you can live at my house. I'll even help get your stuff out of his apartment."

I sniffle wiping my face again looking up at him.

"You mean that? I mean I do need a place to live but I also have a cat if that's okay. And I would feel better if you did come with to get my stuff."

"You and your cat are welcome to stay. Now let's go get your stuff and your kitty!"

I grab my bag and follow him out of the locker room, to the parking garage and to his car.

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*at the apartment*

I get out of the car and walk over to the door to get into the apartment with Taz and one of his "helpers" right behind me. I take a deep breath and unlock the door. I walk in with them behind me and walk around not seeing Ethan anywhere. I start telling them what is mine and what is his. They start taking my stuff to their trucks. I get my cat backpack and walk to my bedroom looking for him.

"Oliver? Where are ya buddy?"

He runs and jumps on the bed with a little meow. I slightly smile looking at him.

"Well buddy. We are going for a little trip."

I pick him up, put him in the backpack and carry him out to Taz's truck putting him on the backseat. I go back in and pack all my stuff up from every room. I hand Taz's "helper" the last box than turn around in the doorway looking around. I sigh and tear up a little. Taz comes up behind me and puts a hand on my back.

"Y/N it's time to go."

He points to Ethan's car pulling into the parking lot. I throw the key into the apartment, close the door and walk over to the truck. Taz follows behind me watching Ethan the whole time. I get in the truck, close the door and watch Taz stand infront of his truck putting the window down to hear the. His "helper" comes around and stands next to him. Ethan walks over to them.

"What are you doing here? And why do you have my girl?"

Taz scoffs looking at him.

"Your girl? Last I checked, you broke off your engagement and broke her heart. So no she ain't your girl anymore. And we came to help her move out."

Ethan rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"That girl is all talk. She always says she is gonna move out and leave me. But I know Y/N. She would never leave me. No matter how bad I treat her. She always stays with me."

Taz and his "helper" move closer to Ethan. Ethan takes a step back.

"Like I said, we came to help her move out."

Ethan laughs and walks over to the apartment door, unlocks it and walks inside. Taz gets into his truck starting it and his "helper" gets into his. Ethan comes back outside screaming and waving his hands. He walks over to the driver's side tapping on the window. Taz looks at me and I nod. He rolls down the window slowly looking at Ethan.

"Taz! Where is......."

He looks over at me in the passengers seat.

"Y/N! Get your ass in that apartment right now!"

I look away from him starting to feel tears coming to my eyes. Taz looks at Ethan and shakes his head.

"I meant what I said. She's moving out. Now goodbye."

Taz rolls up the window and shifts into drive which causes the doors to lock. Ethan runs over to the other side of the truck trying to open the door. Taz hits the gas and leaves the parking lot. I take a deep breath when we hit the road.

"Honey. It will be okay. He can't hurt you anymore."

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*at Taz's house*

I get out of the truck getting Oliver's backpack making sure he is okay. I put him on my back and walk to the front of the truck. Taz is standing there waiting for me. I look at his house noticing cameras and security guards everywhere. I look over at him.

"Your house is so gorgeous but why do you have so many cameras and security guards?"

He laughs putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll tell ya later about that. For now, let's get inside so I can show ya your room."

I slightly smile and follow him inside. We walk inside and my eyes go wide looking at how beautiful everything is.

"Taz are you sure I can stay here?"

"Of course! Wait until you see your room!"

He grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs, down the hallway and I hear loud music coming from one of the rooms. I look at Taz and he laughs a little.

"That's my son Tyler. You will meet him soon. I think you two are about the same age."

"I'm 24."

"Oh so is he. Wait. You're 24? Why were you with Ethan? Isn't he like 10 years older than you?"

I roll my eyes and look at him.

"I'll tell you about that later. For now, wanna show me my room?"

"Oh and your a comedian too? I like you already!"

I giggle and we walk into my new room at the end of the hallway. I gasp at how beautiful the whole room looks. Taz pats my shoulder.

"So you don't need much of the furniture you brought with you. But don't worry. You can decorate the room however you want. And all your other belongings will be brought up to your room for you."

"Taz I don't know how to thank you enough for everything you are doing for me."

He looks at me and smiles.

"Join me, my wife and my son for dinner tonight. We are going to a restaurant. So you can dress casually just not like a bum."

I giggle sitting down on the bed.

"You got it. As long as my clothes get up here soon."

He laughs and walks out closing the door behind him. A couple hours go by and my belongings are all brought to my room. I organize and put everything away. I set up a corner for all of Oliver's belongings as well. I go through my clothes trying to find something to wear. I settle with a black crop top, some ripped up jeans and some black high top sneakers. I put my deer skull necklace on and fix my tongue piercing. I look at myself in the mirror in my personal bathroom attached my room. I straighten my hair to go with my outfit. I smile looking in the mirror.

"This is the first time I have felt good about how I look in a long time. I am going to have a great time tonight."

I hear a knock on my door and walk over to the door opening it to see Taz. He smiles looking at me.

"Well look at you! Feeling better already!"

"I am feeling better. Thank you."

"Ready to go? My wife and son left already to get us a table."

"I am ready."

I walk out closing my door following him downstairs and to his truck. He opens the door for me and I get in. He walks around getting in and heads down the driveway and to the restaurant.

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We get to the restaurant and he parks next to his wife's car. Taz looks over at me.

"Look. I told my wife I was bringing you along but my son doesn't know."

I look over at him smiling a little.

"Taz... are you trying to set me up with your son?"

"Maybbeeee....."

"Taz I just got out of...."

"Y/N. Honey. I know you just got out a relationship. But I know my son. He wouldn't dare hurt a woman. And honey. You need a real man anyways."

We both laugh and get out of his truck. We walk over to the table. Tyler's back is facing me and he is looking down at the menu on the table. Taz's wife stands up and hugs me.

"You must be Y/N. Taz talks so good about you."

I hug her back and smile.

"Yup that's me."

Taz points next to Tyler and I sit down next to him. Taz sits next to his wife and kicks Tyler's leg.

"Yo what was that for?"

"We have company."

"I dont....."

He looks over at me and stops talking. I giggle looking at him.

"You don't what son?"

"HI I'm Y/N. You must be Tyler."

Tyler nods his head yes just staring at me. I nervous giggle looking at him.

"Okaayyy"

"Anyways what is everyone hungry and thristy for?"

I look through the menu trying to decide on something to eat. The waitress comes over and takes our drink orders. She comes back with the drinks than takes our food orders. She leaves and Taz looks over at me and Tyler.

"So son. Y/N had her first match on AEW yesterday."

Tyler looks directly over at me. I look back at him smiling.

"I did and I won!"

"Congrats."

I look over at Taz with a puzzled look.

"Does he ever show any emotion?"

Taz laughs and Tyler quickly turns his head towards me. I look back at him with a stone cold look on my face. Tyler smirks and looks down. I shrug my shoulders and feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out and see a message from Ethan.

Why haven't you come back to the apartment yet? We need to talk.

I put it away and look up to see Taz looking at me. I slightly bite my lip trying not to cry.

"Was it him again?"

I shake my head yes and he sighs. Our food comes and we start eating our dinner.

_________________________________________

*2 weeks later*

Laying in my bed with Oliver, I am looking through the thousands of messages Ethan has sent me. I don't even tear up anymore. I've been thinking a lot about everything that happened and to me, I am starting to heal and get better from it. I know I don't want to go back to Ethan. I have been having fun hanging out with Taz and his family. Tyler and I are kinda flirty with each other but I am trying to take it slow. My phone buzzes and another message comes through.

Y/N. Babygirl. Please talk to me. I miss you. I want us back.

I roll my eyes closing my phone. I hear a knock on my door and get up. I open the door expecting Taz but instead it's Tyler.

"Oh hey Ty. What's up?"

"My parents are going out. So I am going to make some steak and mashed potatoes. Would you like some?"

"I would love some. Could I join you in the kitchen?"

"Yeah sure."

I follow him down to the kitchen. He grabs a pan out of the cabinet along with a pot for the potatoes. He gets everything out on the counter. I walk over and lean on the counter looking at him.

"Could I help ya with anything?"

"Not right now."

I move closer to him and put my head on his shoulder to be annoying.

"Cmoonnnn Ty."

"Okay okay. Let me find something for you to do."

He pulls a chair over from the island and sets it next to the oven.

"Sit here and look pretty."

I huff and sit in the chair.

"I don't like this. I wanna help with something. Please. I don't want you to just sit here and....."

I get cut off by Tyler grabbing my face and kissing me. My eyes go wide than close, kissing him back. He pulls back looking at me putting his hand on my throat.

"Now just sit there and look pretty like a good girl."

I shake my head yes looking at him wide eyed. He goes back to making dinner. I bite the inside of my lip squeezing my legs together watching him. He looks over at me and slightly smirks.

"You okay over there?"

"Oh me? Yeah.... I'm okay."

"Never had anyone put you in your place before huh?"

"Not like that. Never been called a good girl either."

"Good to know."

He laughs and finishes up making dinner. He sets everything up on the island for us. I move my chair closer and he sits on the other side. I look over at him smiling.

"Thank you for this Ty."

"Well I have something to tell ya."

"What's up?"

"I told my parents to go out because I wanted to make you dinner and maybe this could be like our little date night. We could eat dinner than go to my room to watch a movie."

"So you planned a date night for us but didn't even tell me it was a date night? Cmon. I'm still in my pajamas."

I giggle looking at him. He looks at me slightly smiling.

"You are okay with it being a little date night?"

"Of course Ty."

"Oh and Y/N?"

I look up at him slightly smiling starting to eat some mashed potatoes.

"I was also wondering if you would....."

"Yes."

"I didn't even finish my sentence. I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend? My dad told me about your ex so if you still need more time, I get it."

"Tyler. I am way over that guy. It's a yes."

"Yes! That makes me so happy!"

I giggle and we continue to eat dinner. My phone buzzes three more times on the island. Tyler looks over at me.

"Whose that?"

"The ex."

I roll my eyes finishing up eating.

"He has been texting you for 2 weeks now?"

"I have like over a thousand messages from this guy."

We get up putting our dishes in the sink and cleaning up the kitchen.

"That's crazy."

He grabs my waist and pulls me into him. I put my arms around his neck.

"But don't worry. I have a few ideas of how to get rid of him."

"I don't wanna worry about him right now. I wanna worry about our date."

He smiles, grabs my arm and pulls me up to his room. We walk into his room and he flops down on his bed. I sit down on the other side looking around his room. He grabs my sides and pulls me over to him. I turn on my side and lay my head on his shoulder with his arm around my neck. I pull out my phone and look at him.

"Could I take a picture of us and post it?"

"Of course babe."

I turn on my camera and take a cute picture of us laying in bed together. I post it on Twitter with the caption "He made me dinner and than asked me to be his girlfriend! What a gentleman."

"Oh that's definitely gonna piss some people off."

"I don't care. I'm happy with you."

He leans over me and kisses me. I put my hand on his cheek and kiss him back. He pulls back laying back down and looks through the movies on the TV. He finds a movie and puts it on. He moves me off of him and sits up taking his shirt off. I bite my lip a little.

"Sorry I just always like to have my shirt off in my room. Or clothes for that matter."

I giggle and look at him still biting my lip.

"I am the same way."

"Than take your clothes off."

I look at him with wide eyes. He looks at me and smiles a little. I slowly take off my shirt exposing my breasts since I wasn't wearing a bra. I hear him suck in some air looking at me which makes me giggle. I stand up and slowly take off my shorts also not wearing underwear.

"Holy fuckkkkk."

He gets up, comes over to me and runs his fingers through my hair gripping some. I bite my lip looking at him.

"What a good girl."

I gulp still looking at him biting my lip.

"Now get on your knees."

I slowly drop to my knees while he keeps a hold of my hair making me look up at him.

"Ya like this babygirl?"

I shake my head yes looking up at him. He smirks letting go of my hair and slowly takes his shorts off. I gulp seeing his cock flop out of his shorts. He smirks looking down at me.

"Now you are going to take my dick down your throat like a good girl."

I hear my phone buzz on the nightstand. Tyler grips up my hair making me look up at him.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes Daddy."

He bites his lip looking down at me.

"Good girl."

I open my mouth wide sticking out my tongue.

"And you have a tongue ring? Fuckkkkk."

I laugh looking up at him. He grips my hair again making me open my mouth wide with my tongue hanging out. He slaps his dick against my tongue a couple times making me moan a little. He starts slowly shoving his dick down my throat. He shoves it all the way down making me gag really hard than pulls it back out. I cough a few times, tears coming out of my eyes but I still open my mouth wide for him again. He slowly shoves it all the way down my throat again making me gag than pulls it back out.

"What a good fucking girl."

I look up at him, spit hanging my mouth and a couple tears rolling down my face. He pats my cheek smirking. My phone starts ringing on the nightstand. Tyler turns around and grabs my phone.

"Oh look who it is."

He looks down at me and smirks.

"I have an idea. Keep sucking and gagging on my dick baby."

"What's your idea?"

"What did I just say?"

"Yes daddy."

I grab his dick and start sucking on it. He moans and grabs my hair. My phone starts ringing like a videochat. I look up at Tyler with his dick all the way down my throat.

"What a good job. You got it all the way down without gagging."

Tyler answers my phone without me knowing. The camera is facing him.

"Y/N! I knew you would soon answer.......me? Tyler why do you have Y/N's phone? Where is she?"

I start sucking his dick faster looking up at him. He moans a little smirking at Ethan.

"Oh she has been a little preoccupied with her time."

"What do you mean?"

Tyler turns the camera around while I have his dick shoved all the way down my throat again. Tyler let's out a moan.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! That is my fiance! Not your new girlfriend!"

I pull his dick out and slap it against my tongue a few times looking up at the camera. Tyler laughs watching Ethan freak out on camera.

"Alright Ethan. Unless you wanna watch me fuck the shit out of MY GIRL, I suggest you hang up and never call her ever again."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Whatever! Bye!"

He hangs up and Tyler puts my phone on the nightstand. I stand up looking at him. He comes over, wipes my face and smiles.

"Now for the fun part."

The enddddddd

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jujutsukatsuki · 28 days

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Memories || B.K

|| in honor of someone sending in a hate mail about my writing and specifically part one of this work, which you don’t have to read to understand this. Here’s part two! This is dedicated to that hater! Listen to Memories by Conan Gray to get the full effect! ||

It had been six months since she saw him, since he broke her heart. Since he walked out the door like she meant nothing. She saw him on tv often, Pro Hero Dynamite, every week it was a report about how he saved the city or was accepting a new award for his heroics.

It wasn’t fair.

She stilled lived in the same apartment, mainly cause they had signed a two year lease so she couldn’t leave. She had finally managed to get herself to stop crying when she would look at the old pictures of the two of them.

She watches the rain out the window, a black cardigan pulled around her as she sees the sidewalks puddled with water. She takes a sip of her red wine as a soft knock breaks the gentle silence of the apartment. The cat she had gotten a month after he left her, gently meows and jumped up on the entry table next to the dark oak front door.

The walk to the door is quick from her cozy chair that overlooks the sidewalk. She looks through the peephole and sees red eyes peering through it at her. She jumps before she opens the door.

“Bakugou?” The use of his last name makes his skin crawl, he groans.

“I just.. can we talk? Y/n?” He looks at her, he can watch the gears in her brain turn as she looks at him. She can see how wet his hoodie is and she can’t help but open the door for him.

He slides in and goes to walk into the living room but stumbles over the cat.

“Who put a fuckin’ cat there?!” He grumbled before letting the cat sniff his hand.

She watches him cautiously, like she’s a wild animal and he’s prey.

Somehow they end up on the kitchen floor, Bakugou is wrapped in a blanket, his clothes put in the dryer. Y/n has her back against the cabinets as she watches him, her knees are pulled tight to her chest as if they were a shield guarding her heart from him.

“I miss you.” His voice is rough, she can see the remainder of the black make up he wore under his hero mask.

“I wish you’d stay in my memories.” She bites back, her tone is sharp, callous, calculated.

“I deserve that.” He agrees and runs his hands through the damp blonde streaks, the black cat named Starfire had curled up next to him.

‘Traitor’ Y/n thinks in her head as she eyes her companion.

“I hate what I did to you.. I was trying to pr-“

“So help me god if you say protect me.” Y/n snaps, her eyes watering from the confrontation.

“Y/n.. baby.. you don’t get it..” he tried to reason, his eyes search hers for any hope that he can explain.

“I get it. I got it when I came home to a half empty apartment and you sat me down and then walked out. I understood when you blocked my number. I understood when you had security kick me out of your agency when I wanted to talk to you.”

Bakugou closes his eyes, the alcohol has gotten to his head and he feels ill, or maybe it’s the guilt for his actions.

“You protected me all through out high school and college and I supported you when you were in hero school and starting out and you faced greater threats then whatever it was this time. You didn’t leave me then. So what was it Bakugou? What the fuck was it?!”

His last name on her tongue feels wrong, he wants to hear katsuki from her pretty lips.

“I.. I got scared. I wanted to marry you but I got scared. I wasn’t ready.” He whispers and moves closer to Y/n, he moves to lay on the ground, his head in her lap.

“Please Y/n… I’m sorry… please understand.”

She can feel the tears fall on the bare skin of her thigh, she thinks about the last few months that they were together in her head. The way he had gotten a call about a nine thousand dollar transaction on his card, the way he always would stand in the closet and be staring at something but hide it away when Y/n would come around. His mom texting and asking when they could go get their nails done even when they had never done that before.

Y/n looks down at the sobbing drunk man and sighs, she rubs the bridge of her nose and squeezes her eyes shut. The sound of the dryer going off rips her from all thought.

“I’ll be right back.” She gently maneuvers out from under him and goes to get his laundry. When she returns with the clothes, he’s still on the floor petting Starfire and whispering to himself.

“Your mom is so beautiful, I wish I never fucked things up.. I miss her every day. I know I ruined her but I could fix it.. make it up.. god..”

Y/n clears her throat and Bakugou sits up quickly startling Starfire who scampers off.

“You can sleep in the guest room. You’re in no condition to drive or walk.“

Bakugou stands up, keeping the blanket tight around him.

“Okay,” he agrees and walks to where the guest room was, he loved this apartment, remembered the day the two moved in like it was yesterday. He opens the door and it looks different. Y/n’s things are in here.

“Wrong door.” Y/n says as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Bakugou turns and opens their old bedroom. The guest room furniture was now in here.

“Why?” He asks and looks at her.

“Couldn’t stand to be in there.” She looks away.

He doesn’t say anything else as he goes into the room.

“Oh. Here.” She grabs his clothes from the kitchen counter and hands them to him.

“Thanks Y/n.” He smiles, his head feels gross, he needs to lay down.

“Yeah. Well good night.”

She walks into her bedroom and closes the door, she puts her back against it and slides down it, hands running through her hair.

Y/n lets herself cry, she sniffles as she wipes her tears on the black cardigan. It’s not fair she tells herself that right as she’s fully put back together he comes in here and fucks it all up, it’s not fair that he can ruin her own self image of herself and run back to her like it meant nothing.

She takes her sweater off and puts on a big t shirt and crawls into bed. Within a few minutes there’s a knock at the door and Bakugou peeks his head in.

“Y/n?” He says “I love you.” He finishes.

Her eyes flick to him and she jumps out of bed, the door flying open to see his full body

“No. No. No. No.” she picks up a pillow and starts to hit him with it, all the rage she had built up exploding out.

“You don’t get to say that! You don’t get to come here and ruin my life over again like you did already! You don’t get to make me believe that we could be something again when you already proved that I was nothing! You made me feel like I was nothing! Don’t you understand that you’re holding yourself back from finding someone you actually love?! I was barely surviving after you left! It’s not fair!” She screams at him, tears rolling down her cheeks like the storm that rages outside.

Her face is red and warm and her body feels like she’s laying on hot coals. Bakugou gently grabs her and pulls her into a hug, she can faintly smell the cologne he always used, the one she still kept in her bathroom. She can smell the beer on him as well. She breaks down in his arms, she can barely hold herself up as he strokes her back and holds her.

“Shhh, I got you. It’s okay.” He whispers and pulls her to the bed, he lays down with her on his chest. He keeps a tight hold.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” He whispers over and over.

They fall asleep like that. When the sun comes up and shines in their eyes, they lay in the aftermath of the storm. Bakugou wakes up first like he always did. Y/n isn’t far behind when she feels gentle kisses on her forehead.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” He whispers

“Hi.” She muttered and closes her eyes once again.

Maybe they didn’t have to be what they were before, maybe they could be something better.

Bakugou gently sits up and holds her.

“I am sorry Y/n.. and I do miss you. Just please.. one shot..”

Y/n takes a deep inhale of the cologne that sticks to his body. She slowly nods.

“Okay.. one shot, that’s all you get.”

“That’s all I need. I won’t fuck up again. I promise.”

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 3 months

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on the phone with 👑

(cw: mentions of ego-shooter video games; age gap 25/41, nsfw, masturbation, dirty talk, praise, MDNI)

part before: painting his nails

I'm tossing and turning.

In my own bed.

Cursing the notion I had, that I couldn't possibly stay for longer at his place.

On Monday morning, I packed up my stuff and hurried to work, after he made me another latte.

Being a good girl, not getting him to fuck me again, even though I would have rather taken him to bed than myself to work.

Texting König about every single minute thing that came to my mind. And him doing the same.

I sent him a pic while I was out getting lunch with a colleague. And he sent me a pic while he was working out. I almost died right there and then.

Firstly, I never would have thought he would do a mirror selfie.

Secondly...

His hair put up in a haphazard way. Damp strands of it hanging down.

The tank top was a tight fit especially for him, showing off his arms. Sweat staining the front of it, the sheen of wetness on his skin...

The shorts. The sight of his burly thighs had me gripping my desk, trying to get a grip.

Thirdly, that goddamned smile. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing.

When I had calmed down, my fingers typed out a message in response.

Me: excuse me??? sir??? 🫠 👑: you are excused

He's gonna pay for that one.

When I came home from work, I thought it was eerily quiet in my apartment. Nobody else being here. I mean, I live alone and Mimi greeted me as always. But it seemed like was something off. Missing.

I thought back to when we got my stuff and König just waited patiently for me while I packed some clothes and other necessities. Petting Mimi, his whole attention on the little cat. His tall stature dwarfed my living room, and I was actually surprised he didn’t hit his head on the ceiling. The Morbid Angel logo on his shirt was hidden by the black furball purring against him. Mimi sitting on his chest, not a care in the world, meowing when she saw me.

But there was no 6'10'' giant waiting for me in the living room then.

I willed myself - even though my fingers itched - to not send him message about asking for him to pick me up or stay over at my place. I wanted to give him some space after I had his place under siege for what feel like an eternity, but realistically was just three days. And I managed fine yesterday, his goodbye kisses still lingering. Today, even with all of the messages we sent back and forth...

Can you miss somebody like that after knowing them for such a short time?

I knew that he most likely spent the whole evening at home. Alone. Because he likes being alone. Probably reading or listening to the new Trivium vinyl he bought that came in the mail yesterday. Or both.

I stayed home as well, playing games on my computer – I actually started up Counterstrike and tried to play some matches –, but my mind always wandered back to him. Mimi came running, pushing her head against my legs, demanding attention. I lifted her off the floor to set her onto my lap and didn't see the enemy which got me eliminated. The irony was not lost on me, as I thought back to our conversation. How worried he seemed with how I would perceive him when he talked about his work. And now I was sitting here, playing a shooter game to try and relax after work.

I shook my head, at the absurdity of it, and snapped a quick pic in between matches to send to him.

My phone ding-ed while I was in a match, and I tried to ignore it.

As soon as I got the chance though, I opened the message and he sent a picture back. From the waist down, a book on his lap, a beer on the table beside him. The wall of books in the background. The whole room dimly lit except for the opened pages.

God damn it, I just want to sit right next to him on that couch.

me: looking comfy, old man 👑: thank you, i am indeed very comfy 👑: brat

I chuckled to myself and played a few more rounds before I went to bed.

And now I'm here, tossing and turning in my bed, without the big guy right beside me.

I pull the chat up again. Looking at the pictures he sent me today.

me: u still awake? 👑: yes, everything okay? me: can't sleep 👑: me neither

While I'm still contemplating my next message, the crown lights up my phone as a caller ID. Surprise spreads through me for just a moment before I pick up.

Hi?

Hi. Uh, I hope it's okay that I just called.

Sure, I can't sleep anyways.

I ignore the little flutter in my stomach.

What is it? Something on your mind?

‘Yeah, you.’ is what I want to say.

No, just restless.

He sighs.

I feel that.

A little silence falls over us, just for a moment.

What was that game you played before?

Oh, uh- Counterstrike. I'm no good at it though.

He laughs.

Why do you play it then?

It's still fun, I guess. Even if I curse at the monitor like a goddamn sailor.

Oh, I couldn't imagine your sweet mouth doing something as filthy as that.

Yeah, yeah. We both know what kind of filthy things you're imagining with my mouth.

Maybe.

I can hear the grin on his face which makes me grin in return.

Have you ever played?

I never played, no. Don't want to spend my free time with...

He pauses.

Work.

Oh right, I understand, sorry. This must be weird then.

No, don't worry. I know that people play those games for fun.

Yeah, I know, still.

You gotta show me some time.

Really?

Yeah, why not.

Okay, then, I'll show you my shitty gameplay with pleasure.

Which makes us both laugh.

I gotta confess something.

What do you have to confess?

I already had my car keys in my hand.

You did?

Mhm. But then I remembered what you said yesterday morning, about needing to go home and you couldn't possibly stay any longer… and I understand if you need some space. So, I wasn't sure if you'd even open the door for me, if I knocked.

A moment of silence.

Can I confess something as well?

Sure.

I have been thinking all evening how fucking stupid that was of me. And I would've opened the door for you in an instant.

Another silence, this one a little heavier.

But a little smile stalks on my face, an idea of what to say next.

What would you do if you were here?

He chuckles.

Kiss that filthy mouth of yours. And then the top of your head because that's closest to your dirty mind.

What dirty mind?

Yeah, yeah, I see right through you, Fräulein.

I don't know what you're talking about.

No? So, you aren't thinking about me fucking you from behind right now? Or maybe about you spreading your legs and me eating you out, your delicious pussy right in my face? Or about my dick pushing into your mouth until you gag around it, hm?

I clear my throat.

Well, now I am for sure.

Good. Because I'm thinking about it as well.

König?

Yes, Liebes?

I- There's something that always helps me sleep better.

His voice deepens.

And what's that?

Oh, you already know.

I need to hear you say it. What do you want?

I hesitate, feeling a little shy now.

I want to come.

He groans.

Fuck, can't deny you if you ask so prettily.

The tone of his voice sends a little shiver down my spine, but I'm unsure what to say now, the words on the tip of my tongue.

What- what should I do?

I can tell you what I would do if I was there, and you can tell me how it feels, okay?

Okay.

Put the phone next to you and put me on speaker. You're gonna need both of those hands.

I do exactly as he tells me, lying back into my sheets.

You're on speaker.

Good. What are you wearing, sweetcheeks?

I giggle a little.

A shirt and panties.

Hmm, my favorite. I would get rid of your underwear in an instant though.

I laugh and follow his suggestion. I already noticed his disdain for underwear, on himself as well.

Then I would slowly push my hand up your shirt, feeling your soft skin.

Until I reach your breasts, squeezing them.

I do as he says, but it doesn't quite feel the same with my hands, compared to his bigger ones.

I would graze my thumb over your nipples, feeling them harden from my touch.

I'd like to lick them, bite them just lightly, until you squirm under me.

I pinch them, his words mixing with the sensations of my touch, until I softly sigh.

Feeling good?

Mhm.

The sound is more a moan than anything else.

My hand would slowly wander down, until I'm there, just were you want me.

I whimper when my fingers reach my clit, swollen and sensitive.

That bad, huh?

Well, somebody sent a picture of them all sweaty and hot after working out. And I still can't think straight, just thinking about that.

He laughs.

You say such nice things, Liebes.

What would you do next?

I know that I sound desperate. But I need more.

I’d move my hand just a little further down. Not pushing into you just yet. Just teasing. Softly stroking over your wet pussy.

I whine, needy, but I don't dare to stray from his order, getting myself worked up with the teasing touches.

Just feeling how fucking wet you are for me, before pushing my finger into you.

I push one of my fingers inside me, the one digit not nearly being enough.

Miss your fingers, they're bigger.

He hums. A soft erotic sound.

I suppose they are.

I’d add a second one, slowly moving inside you, just how you like it. Hitting that spot inside you that makes you moan and roll your eyes back. Just how I like it.

His voice is getting deeper, his breaths a little more labored, as he keeps talking which sends a shiver down my spine. Knowing that guiding me through it like that, hearing me sigh in response, does it for him as well lets a little smile form on my face.

I do as he says, but I also get a little frustrated, because my fingers can't quite reach like his, my hips squirming, desperate for more friction.

Need more.

I whine.

Okay, then. Brat.

I would flip you on your front, so I could look at your ass.

I can't help the little eyeroll, while a grin stalks onto my face.

But you aren't here, and you can't actually see my butt.

Pssscht, I'm imagining it just fine. Come on, turn around, do as I tell you.

And I do, the rustling of my sheets telling him as far.

Good.

Just this word alone, from his lips, does things to me.

Now, lift up your hips just a little and push your fingers in from behind.

I follow his instructions, lifting my ass, so I can reach a little better, two of my fingers slipping into my pussy. I groan a little bit.

How's that? A little deeper?

Yes.

I sigh.

Good. Now, put your other fingers on your clit.

I push my arm under my body, placing the hand, right between my legs. My fingertips are digging into the sensitive nub and I rub against them needily. I know now why he wanted me to reposition myself.

Oh fuck.

The sounds I’m making are telling him what he wants to know.

Just like that.

Move your hips, fuck yourself on your fingers.

And I do as he tells me, the touches getting me worked up fast, the pressure on my clit changing with every pass, while my fingers are pushing into my pussy.

Hmm, feeling good?

Yeah, just wish it was you inside me.

That little confession dropped out of me before I could think too hard about it.

Fuck, me too. I would bury my dick deep inside you. Fuck you from behind. Hard, just how you like it.

Remember how I fucked you into that bar counter?

How could I forget?

We need to do that again sometime... You took me so fucking perfectly.

I bite my lip, stifling the moans that get louder and louder, the images of us fucking spurring me on, while I finger-fuck myself.

I wanna hear you. Please.

My head turns in the direction of the phone again, making sure he gets to hear all the sounds that are dropping from my lips.

Good girl.

His praise washes over me and I almost choke up when the pull inside gets too much.

Close, so clo-

Fuck, yes. Come. That's what you wanted, isn't it?

The growl in his voice tips me over the edge, moving my hips frantically in search for more friction, when my orgasm crashes down over me.

My moans fill my bedroom, and surely find their way into the phone.

I can hear him groan as well, the sounds from the speaker sounding a lot like a slick hand moving up and down quickly.

Fuck, he’s jerking off too. That thought registers in my brain, before my fingers hit that spot inside me again. The zap of pleasure makes me shake, the waves of arousal washing over me, while my fingers strum over my clit.

Fuuuck…

A low breathy curse that escapes his lips as he comes as well.

Panting, mine and his from the speaker, is all I hear for the next moments.

I untangle myself, my fingers slipping out of me, turning onto my back again. Feeling my own wetness on my hands. I clean myself haphazardly before I grab the phone again.

That was… something else.

Yeah… you drive me crazy, you know that?

I’m still just breathing, trying to calm myself down. My god, I don’t think I ever came that hard with just my fingers inside me. The images he put in my mind… his deep soft voice alone. It does stuff to me. Hearing him say that... how I drive him crazy as well, it makes me all giddy inside.

I feel the familiar fuzzy feeling sweep over me, and I wish I could snuggle into him right now, after he made me come, and my hazy mind is still looking for the right thing to say now.

Feeling better now?

Yes, much better.

Sleepy, too?

Yes, that too. I always get a little sleepy afterwards.

I've noticed.

Like on cue, I yawn.

Thank you.

He chuckles again. And I don't think I'll ever get enough of that sound.

No need to thank me. I'll make you come any day of the week.

I- meant for calling, but that works too.

The grin on my face probably mirrors his, staring off into the distance with our phones pressed to the ear. And he's still not here next to me.

Gotta get myself under the shower, because I made a mess of myself again and I got nobody here to clean me up.

That makes me laugh, the joke and the filthy thought cutting through the sleepiness, when I'm yawning again.

You do that, can't have you all messy like that.

No, we can't.

I can hear the little filthy grin in his voice, and I can imagine how he must look like right now. Sitting on the couch or his bed. His dick still out, all messy and sticky with his cum. His hair hanging over the side of his face, as he relaxes into the cushions. And that god damn smirk of his.

Silence, just two little moments, before I ask what I wanted to ask.

Can you come over tomorrow?

Sure, Kleine, whatever you want.

Okay, good. Good night, König.

Good night, sleep well.

That's the last thing I hear before I drift off to sleep, still gripping my phone tight with my fingers.

next part: gaming with him or more stuff in the Masterlist ~

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