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totalswag · 6 days

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nonsense — DREW STARKEY

authors note i've wanted to write a singer!reader drew fic for the longest time. i've read some singer!reader fics lately and it gave me some inspiration to write my own. i hope you guys enjoy reading. this was also requested by an anon not long ago, so if you’re reading this enjoy 🩵. the song choice is nonsense and just think to when sabrina is performing this song at coachella.

summary performing at coachella for the first time with friends and your lovely boyfriend supporting you in the crowd.

warnings none!

Coachella.

This is your first Coachella where you are performing. You will be playing live in front of millions of people. This is the last weekend for the festival.

Tens of thousands of people travel from all over the world to attend Coachella. The festival features sculptures, art installations, and other open events in addition to music.

When your manager called you about being invited to perform you couldn't believe your ears. Now, here you are about to step on stage.

Standing in a circle backstage with your crew, discussing everything you've prepared for over the last few days and having fun out there. This is what you always do before a show.

Second weekend of the festival.

Walking on stage seems like a surreal experience for you. Looking around, you can sense the intensity of the enormous crowd in front of you.

The weather was lovely, with the sun still shining and the breeze brushing over your skin.

"Hello Coachella, my name is Y/F/N, what's yours?" You smile into the microphone while waving away.

You began by introducing the crowd to yourself, your backup dancers, your music, if everyone is having a great time, etc.

Interacting with your fans is one of your favorite parts of singing on stage. You value your interactions with them since you like conversing. When you read comments on your shows, they usually mention how fascinating you are.

After singing a few songs from the set list, you took a little breather and spoke to the crowd saying a joke, making them laugh.

You begin the next song by sipping from an old-fashioned soda bottle while seated in a chair. As you take a seat, you glimpse your boyfriend, Drew, along with a couple of your friends and security.

You two make eye contact. Butterflies fill your stomach. You offer him a small wave, and he smiles and turns around, presumably blushing.

Fans up close captured the brief interaction with their phones out. We'll see it on social media later today.

Drew and you began dating in the midst of season three of Outer Banks. The first outing was Pougelandia, and fans began to speculate about your relationship because it came out of nowhere.

To be honest, Madelyn Cline and you were close friends before she began filming season one of Outer Banks. She’s the one who introduced you to Drew.

"The last song I'll be playing for you guys is nonsense, so if you know the lyrics, sing along," you cheer, lifting your free hand in the air, moving it around with excitement.

"Is it possible we get my amazing dancers out here," you turn around, pretending you have no idea where they went, "guys come out here, we could perform some sort of choreography, you know" as you gaze at your dance crew coming out the set.

Nonsense is about Drew.

It is one of your favorite songs that you have written. When you first released it, many were unsure who it was about until photos of Drew and you emerged.

Think I only want one number in phone

I might change your contact to "don't leave me alone"

You said you like my eyes and you like to make 'em role

Treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin' thrown, oh

You dance with your dancing crew, who are behind you and moving in sync. The choreography is muscle memory for you guys because you've been performing this song for a few years now.

But I can't help myself when you get close to me

Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like "bleh bleh bleh"

I don't want no one else (no no) baby, I'm into deep

Here's a little song I wrote (a song I wrote) its about you and me

When you sing the last line of the pre-chorus, you gesture to Drew in the audience, who moves his head side to side while listening to you sing and blushes when you point to him. You giggle into the microphone.

Fans started cheering louder as they watched you motioning to your lover in the audience.

You continue to move around stage all throughout the song.

You go around the center of the stage as your backup dancers finish their final few dances. One of your backup dancers grabs a chair for you to sit in.

At the end of nonsense you always come up with rhymes. Started doing this after the first performance and can't stop doing it.

Told him he makes me weak to my knees

Everything about him just so dreamy

By the way he's name Drew Starkey

When you say your boyfriend's name, the crowd cheers. You saw his response as he mouthed the words "I love you," dropped his jaw, and put his hands over his heart.

"Coachella, you've been amazing to me these past two weekends. Thank you so much. Can we please give a huge around of applause for our amazing dancers, come on out guys!" Excitement in your voice when you call your dance crew out on stage.

Once you guys made it off stage, you guys began cheering with a bunch of energy. Everyone gave each other hugs.

"Water is calling my name right now" you groan with urgency.

Approaching your manager, holding a cold water bottle for you- thanking her a few times as you open the bottle. You were about jugging down the water when you heard Drew's voice approaching.

"Hi baby," you squeal, dragging the y in baby, and rush into Drew's arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. Being in his arms sends relief in your body.

He smells so good.

He chuckles, "You did so well out there, so proud of you," and delicately places you on your feet.

"Thank you," blushing to the point where your cheeks were red. "Did you enjoy the outro of nonsense?" You inquire with curiosity, despite the fact that you already know his response.

He softly grins that makes your heart flutter, "Mhm yeah I did" kissing the top of your head, wrapping his right arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

"Why don't we get something to eat?" "How's that sound, baby?" Drew asks, his arm still around you.

Your ears and eyes light up from his request, “obviously yes.”

Before leaving you heard the voices of friends turning the corner. The rest of your friends, as well as Drew's cast members who are also your friends, returned to stage, thrilled to see you.

It was so good to see them.

Drew and you returned to the van to change, drove to the Airbnb to relax before returning to watch other artists perform after the sun had set with your friends.

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trivia-yandere · 9 months

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request for yandere!ex-husband jk trying to prevent oc from divorcing him 💀😭 (only because they got a child together and he loves her more than anything but she just can’t take him anymore)

hello! yes we can :) this one might take a little turn but this is a yandere account so

nefarious

You knew who Jungkook was prior to having his children and marrying him, so you serving him with divorce papers wasn't going to do anything but anger him.

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word count: 4.442

warning: yandere themes/tendancies, non-consenual touching/rape, smut, cursing, dark theme, spitting, degradation, possessiveness, fingering, dirty talking, emotional/mental manipulation, biting, restraining, crying, slapping,

“Get it out of my sight.” Jungkook tosses the paper away aggressively with a roll of his eyes. One of his men - Sung-ho, stands straighter to appear obedient. “That bitch thinks she’s going to divorce me after I made her?” Jungkook leans back into his chair with a huff. He shakes his head. “After I got her out of the slums she was living in?”

Jungkook’s eyes glance at the picture onto his desk - one of you and him on your wedding day. He grasps it and hurls it at Sung-ho who barely manages to dodge the attack. “You find that bitch and bring her back to me!” he screeches, eyes wide with rage. Sung-ho truly had no reason to be a part of Jungkook’s rage and he would make sure to apologize about it another time.

It’s been three months.

Three months since Jungkook has allowed you your little vacation away from him. And now you dare serve him with divorce papers that claimed that you wanted full custody of his daughters - you were insane. You had no job and had not worked in the last five years you and he had been married. You swiped his card without a care in the world and wasted close to millions since then - as a man and your husband, he never bat an eye.

But to think that you were willing to divorce him because - by your words - Jungkook was not the man he claimed to be was preposterous. You knew the type of man he was - the same man who you kept returning to every night to wet his cock and warm his bed. The same man who gave you lavish gifts every week and the same man who managed to not only marry you, but grace you with two of his offspring.

So what if he orchestrated a few murders every now and then? Or stole money and expensive pieces during heists? Sold a few (thousands) pounds of unthinkable drugs? You lived in a mansion, his daughters and you wanted for nothing - isn't that what a man was supposed to do? Ensure his family was alright? Why the fuck did it matter what he did as long as you and his girls were safe?

Jungkook knew you had no problem with what he did for work. Your problem was that you clearly missed him - he had to be gone the majority of the time and that left you in such a large mansion to care for the children alone. But a divorce? Wasn’t that a little excessive? No, this was nothing but a little stunt to get his attention and clearly, now you had it.

Sure Jungkook and you didn’t meet on simpler terms - normal people met at coffee shops. Maybe out grocery shopping. Hell, social media and dating sites were normal now.

No, Jungkook and you met during one of many (unbeknownst to you) bank heists he had gone on. You recall the day had been fairly slow, only a few people coming in every hour. You had been assisting an older man when the doors slammed open and a group of men entered.

The men wore all black and wore masks that covered their entire head. They pointed guns at everyone, telling them to get down. You - of course it had to be you - were escorted to the back. To think that this wasn’t even your shift initially and you picked it up from a fellow co-worker.

But again, you weren’t as normal either. Jungkook noticed how you appeared to not take anything serious. He pointed his gun at you and though he would never use it - hurting women and children was not his forte - you didn’t know this.

Jungkook knew you were different when you flirted with him as you opened the safe. If this was your way to assure your safety, then it was a weird way to go.

“Do you do this often?” you speak as Jungkook fills the bags with stacks upon stacks of cash. “I always wondered what robbing a bank would be like.”

You. You were a weird one. But Jungkook liked it.

“I saw something like this in a porno once.”

Jungkook halts in his tracks, unable to control his thoughts. He turns towards you, eye sockets - dark and nearly invisible to you, stare at your grinning figure.

“The robbers break in and find a defenseless woman…” you lean back onto the wall, tilting your head. “...take advantage of her. But deep down, we both know she wanted it.”

Jungkook was ashamed of himself for allowing himself to be consumed by you. You had all the control that day and you knew it. You enticed him so much that he was able to forget about the heist all together and that’s when he found himself inside of you - ravishing you against the very wall you leaned against.

What could Jungkook say? He was a man and you were a willing participant. You begged him for more, edged him on as he fucks you. You liked the way he was treating you - hands clenching your neck, the manhandling. You started this, all Jungkook did was follow your lead.

“I could say you raped me.”

There it was - the kicker.

You could say that indeed. You had managed to not only get Jungkook off of his game to fuck you - but to do so without a condom. Jungkook had been so excited by you that he came the hardest he has in months - right inside of you. His cum drips out of your pussy and down your thighs, you not even bothering to wipe it up.

“Say that you took advantage of me and when they do a rape kit…” you shrug.

Jungkook points his gun at your head, but both of you knew that he wasn’t going to pull any triggers. You sensed no threat when it came from this man - Jungkook is who he would soon introduce himself as.

“What do you want?” This is the first time you have heard Jungkook’s voice. He was young, you note, his cock and stamina confirming it. Possibly around the same age as you.

“Money.” you shrug your shoulders. “But I can’t take it now.” you laugh. “I guess that means I’ll have to see you again, huh?”

Jungkook swallows. He’s thankful the mask remained on his face and you didn’t see his red cheeks and shocked expression.

“How about I give you my number and you can call me later?” you offer.

“I could kill you later.” Jungkook retorts.

“You can kill me now.” you fire back. “Your friends can kill the entire bank and get away with it. Burn it down and get rid of any evidence you have left inside of me.”

Jungkook swallows.

“But you know that. You’re a smart boy.” There you were flirting with him again. “If you wanted to hurt me, you would have. Truth is, I could care less about this job and my life is quite boring. All I want is a little company. Who better than a random thief with obviously nothing else better to do?”

Jungkook found that from right there he was fucked and you were truly a vixen - an agent of chaos sent from Hell (Heaven would never allow something like you) to torment him. But he was rather intrigued for the first time in who knows how long.

“What’s your name?” Jungkook asked.

“Y/N.”

Jungkook lowers his gun. “Jungkook.”

You chugged the champagne down in nearly one gulp and slammed the glass onto your vanity. Your eyes dart to your reflection in the mirror and you scoff. You should have known Jungkook wasn’t going to let you go without a fight.

You recall the way all hell had broke loose when Jungkook had found you. Your daughters were at school luckily and didn’t have to see their father’s demeanor change. He told you it wasn’t hard finding your hotel room and slamming the door open. You had been dozing off when he entered and Jungkook was anything but content.

“I allowed this little break to go on long enough, Y/N.” Jungkook was aggressively grabbing your belongings, hauling them onto the bed. “Pack your shit.”

“No.” you hissed.

“No?” Jungkook scoffs. “You think you’re going to divorce me and take my daughters?” Jungkook wants to laugh at how stupid you sounded. “With no job?”

“I’ve been saving money.” you retort, eyes glaring at him.

“Oh,” Jungkook snickers with a clap of his hands. “So you’ve been planning on leaving me for a while. What’s changed?”

Jungkook came closer to you. He looked manic, eyes wide and glaring into your soul.

“You even threatened to expose me if I didn’t give you a divorce.” Jungkook is livid. “Take down all of my legitimate businesses just to divorce me? You think you’ll get away with that, baby?”

Jungkook was never one to be rough with you, but he’s pissed. He pushes you onto the bed and hovers about you. “You don’t think you’ll go down with me? You tell them what I do on the side, I’ll tell them you were alongside me the entire way. We’ll both go to jail and our daughters…” Jungkook shrugs. “They’ll go to my brother.”

Your eyes widen at Jungkook’s words. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Take me down, Y/N. You’re going with me.” Jungkook pushed himself away from you. “Pack your shit and let's go home.” he hissed, not waiting for a response from you.

And now here you sat in said home. You were fresh from a long shower, having ignored Jungkook the following days and only tended to your daughter's needs.

You were feeling bitchy today, however, and decided that if Jungkook didn’t want to give you a divorce - that you were going to force him to. That, or annoy him until you felt as though you were done.

You continued to lotion your skin until it glowed, then you grabbed the perfume bottle - one of the many expensive gifts from Jungkook - and sprayed it until you knew it would linger. You take one last look in the mirror before smiling to yourself.

“We haven’t done a bank heist in years.” Jimin says with furrowed brows, bored and a little offended with the conversation. “We aren’t children anymore. Are we going broke?”

Jungkook snorts, but leans back into his chair. He pours himself the whiskey - courtesy of Yoongi - and lifts his eyes to the surrounding men that he considers brothers.

“I agree.” Taehyung nods. “Bank heists are for the lower ranks. Who’s idea was this?”

“Mine.” Jungkook slams the shot glass down onto the table and shakes his head at the powerful taste. “Don’t you guys remember the adrenaline rush?”

Namjoon snorts with a roll of his eyes. “Leave it to the baby of the group to say this.” he murmurs, a smirk forming onto his lips.

The doors of the meeting room open and heads turn towards the noise. Jungkook’s eyes land on you - and your lack of clothes all together. You adorn lingerie, black and lacy that fits you perfectly. His eyes darken when he meets your gaze.

Jimin is interested now. He leans forward and waves at you. “Y/N, hello.” he says. You were always Jimin’s favorite out of the girls Jungkook had brought around - one of the main reasons being that you actually became a wife. You didn’t remain someone he left in the shadows of his bedroom and actually gave him two adorable nieces.

And of course, you and Jungkook were one of the same. You were stubborn and took no shit and Jungkook got a taste of his own medicine. One of the countless reasons why you two bumped heads often - but it made for great make-up sex.

“Jimin.” you wave back. “I missed you. You don’t come around as much.”

Jungkook watches you with glaring eyes as you make your way closer.

“Y/N.” Jungkook’s tone is low - a warning. Not now, he wants to say. He had no time for your petty bullshit.

“You know me, I always keep busy.” Jimin continues the conversation as if you aren’t wearing the bare minimum - but Jimin didn’t see you in that way. Plus, he loved annoying Jungkook just like you did.

“That you do.” You reach the edge of the table, grasping a glass and a half empty bottle of brandy. “I see you all been drinking without me.”

“Y/N.” Jungkook continues, leaning forward. His firsts were clenching as he awaits for you to answer him.

Taehyung fights back the cackle. It was always something when it came to Jungkook and you. The fights were never to be taken seriously - it always ended the same way. You and he entangled together declaring how much you pissed the other off.

“You’ve been ignoring us lately.” Taehyung pipes in. “What did we do to deserve the cold shoulder?”

Jungkook could feel the atmosphere shift. You were mocking him - he was once told by Yoongi that he allowed you to walk all over him and he was beginning to agree. You had no respect for him - and even his brothers were going along with your foolishness.

“I’m sorry.” you sigh, pouring yourself the brandy and glancing at Jungkook. “Maybe when the divorce is finalized-”

There it was - the cherry on top. Jungkook’s chair screeches as he pushes himself away from the table and lifts himself up. He’s fast as he rounds it and lunges at you. However, you’re just as fast at hauling your drink into his face.

Jimin watches in amusement as Jungkook pulls you over his shoulder as if you were a toddler throwing a tantrum. He rushes out of the room - slamming the door open with a loud bang while you’re punching at his back.

“Well then.” Namjoon claps his hands, shaking his head. He allows a few laughs to be released from his lips.

“I think this little get together is over.” Hoseok continues.

Jungkook is livid when he slams the bedroom door open just to slam it shut behind him. He shoves you off of him and onto the king sized bed. You fall on your back with a grunt, bouncing off until you catch yourself.

“You think you’re cute, huh?” Jungkook grumbles, towering over you. He would admit that he wanted to be furious with you - but your attire didn’t help him. You knew what you were doing to piss him off but you wearing his favorite perfume was doing nothing but distracting him.

“Had to do something to get your attention.” you retort, swallowing when your eyes meet the bulge in his pants.

“Ah, so that’s what it is?” Jungkook tsks. He isn't hesitant to push you back, hand wrapping around your neck. “You missed me, baby. I haven’t been as attentive to you as a husband.”

It’s his knee you feel so close to your heat, the friction causing you to groan. Jungkook was always the one to take control, never fully allowing you to unless it's what he desired.

“Why must you always take things too far?” Jungkook loosens his grip onto your neck, palm gliding down to your breast. “Am I not good to you?”

“You see me as nothing but a whore!” you hiss, turning away from him. Jungkook does notice the way your thighs quiver and your hips jut towards his knee for friction.

“A whore, no.” Jungkook shakes his head with a laugh. “My whore? Yes.” His eyes are burning into yours, offering the same venom you were giving him. “My whore to fuck, to please, to care for. You’re mine, Y/N.”

Jungkook moves his knee from your heat to replace it. His palm slaps it roughly, wet spot not going unnoticed. You shiver at the impact, ashamed that your body was giving away just what he was doing to you. You felt weak when it came to Jungkook - married for five years and together for nearly 7, he knew your body like the back of his hand.

Jungkook slaps your clothed clit more - over and over again until your juices are soaked through the lingerie, and even then he doesn’t want to stop his torment.

Jungkook’s fingers dig through the lacy fabric of your lingerie to toy with your clit. So wet - so inviting. He could never get enough of your pussy.

“You ignore me days just to show up in lingerie you knew was going to drive me crazy.” Jungkook rubs along your throbbing clit, bulge twitching at just how sopping wet you are. “Then you say it again. Threaten me with divorce.” Jungkook’s scoffing now. He doesn’t want to waste anymore time.

Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you, not bothering to give you any warning - nor be gentle in the slightest.

“You make it seem like life with me is bad.” Jungkook begins pumping his fingers inside of you. Your body gives him the reaction he always expects - clenching walls, juices flowing down his wrist and flinching form.

You want to push Jungkook away, to say that you aren’t his anything. You wanted out of this marriage from him - you were nothing but someone he had control over and you allowed it for far too long. It didn’t feel like a marriage between two lovers, instead you felt trapped in a home and made to be nothing but a body to warm his bed every night. The only gift you could truly appreciate from Jungkook was your daughters.

However, it was your body. Your body could never agree on what your mind was telling it to - you find yourself moaning lowly at his thrusting fingers. Jungkook is pissed, and when he is it tends to show in the way he pleases you. Dominant and in control.

Jungkook’s tongue licks upon your cheek. Hot, wet and slimy - all before he spits onto you. In his eyes, the ultimate sign that you were truly his.

“I fucked over enough people in my lifetime that they have given up trying to take it out on me.” Jungkook’s pumping only increases. “You and our daughters are the true targets that they know could truly get to me. I’ve done nothing but kept you and them safe.”

Your eyes roll when you feel the familiar bubbling churning in your stomach. The wet slapping of Jungkook’s fingers inside of you are echoing filthy throughout the bedroom.

“Leave.” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you just when you were seconds away from releasing. “If you want the divorce so bad, then I’ll give it to you. Our daughters are staying with me.”

You’re panting, high coming back down to Earth. Your eyes flutter open to see Jungkook pushing himself away from you.

“I’m not leaving without them.”

“Too bad.” Jungkook shrugs. “You want the divorce. You leave and you’ll see them whenever you come here. Take whatever money you saved and find yourself somewhere to go.”

“You’re bluffing.” you find the courage to say, but your voice is so low and meek.

Jungkook hums, lips twitching as he watches you. Poor you, eyes wide and chest heaving. You never truly thought he would give you what you asked for - no matter how brattish and petty you’ve been towards him.

Jungkook was going to show you just how much you needed him and not the other way around. You were his woman regardless and no divorce was ever going to change that - not even in death would he allow you to part ways with him. He just had to show you how truly vile the world was without him.

Jungkook strokes your hair as you continue to cry in his arms, visibly shaking and trembling. Your fingers are clenching onto his shirt tight as if never wanting to let him go.

How the tables have truly turned - but all Jungkook could think was “I told you so”.

You were only gone a week and it was all it took for you to find yourself in trouble. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that revenge toward him was sought out by harming those he loved.

You sat in your hotel room when the knock sounded onto the door. You had ordered food not long ago, so when the knock sounded you wasted no time in going to open it.

Your first mistake.

Your door crashes open when you unlock it and you’re shoved onto the ground. You don’t manage to scream when you feel your screams being muffled. There's two of them, you note, both men. Their clothing was dark and loose fitted and their face had been hidden completely, you can see from a facial mask to cover their mouth and scarf on top of their heads. You couldn’t make out the eyes, yet you weren’t intended to. You were flipped onto your front quickly when one man had yanked you onto your feet, face burying into the hotel bed.

Your legs and arms thrashed around in an attempt to free yourself from the men, but you quickly realized that it was pointless - and that you were doing nothing but exhausting yourself.

Your eyes swell with tears, anxiety peaking when you realize that this might be what Jungkook was talking about - your mind telling you that there was no way you were leaving here alive.

Your arms are restrained by one man while the other pulls at your clothing. Your legs shiver when your pajama pants are ripped and you’re exposed to the cool air of the room

You feel nauseous and your head is pounding at the thought of you being defiled by these men - that you were in this situation at all.

You managed to lift your head to breathe, a choked sob releasing from your throat. Your tears blinded your vision, but you could see in the corner of your eye flesh - the man behind you ripping your clothing off. Without thinking, you sink your teeth into his skin in hopes of buying you time for an escape.

A hiss sounds through your ears and you feel a sting across your cheek. Your arms are being restrained tighter until you feel them cramp and sob.

You pleaded and begged for them to leave you alone - that you’d give them whatever money you had saved. Your pleas fell on deaf ears and you realized what they truly wanted was you.

You clenched your eyes shut when you felt yourself being stuffed by the man behind you. He wastes no time in pumping inside of you, not caring just how uncomfortable it felt for the both of you. You feel something wet, warm and slimy drip onto your folds, you conclude he had spit onto you to get any form of lubricant.

The thrusts are brutal and his hands upon you are tight and unmoving. Your sobs do not subside and you feel as though your body is betraying you. It didn’t feel good to you - you felt disgusting and utterly embarrassed; especially with the grunting sounds from the man defiling you. But your body is allowing this to happen, naturally lubricating your walls for more - your stomach churning and bubbling to reach a high you didn’t desire.

Skin slapping echoes off the wall and you had no tears left in you to cry. You wanted this torture to end, to be freed from the nightmare - but the man was cruel. You feel his hand tuck themselves beneath you and fingers twirl at your clit. You cry upon impact, shaking your head.

“She likes it.” you hear faintly - it had to be the man restraining you. His voice felt so far away even if he was right across from you.

The man behind you grunts, hips snapping into you roughly, fingers toying your clit harshly. Your pussy clenches around him unwillingly and you remain shaking your head - you didn’t want this. Your body doesn’t understand the difference between this and what it's use to.

“She’s about to cum.” the muffled voice from the man restraining you says. He holds onto your arms tighter as his partner flips you around. You come face to face with the masked person and your heart drops. You close your eyes, not wanting the man to see your reaction.

“It’s okay to like it. Whore’s like you love this, don’t you?”

The man doesn’t stop his thrusts - no, he appears to be thrusting into you even harder. Your moans of protest fill the room, but to these men, they were moans nonetheless.

Hands clamp around your neck and another around your lips. It silences you completely and you no longer have any strength in trying to protest. You felt your walls clench around the masked man until you were finally letting go around him unwillingly, but by then you were losing consciousness.

“I told you the outside world isn’t the place for you, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs into your hair. “You’re lucky I came just in time. Who knows what they were planning on doing to you.”

Your tears are now soaking Jungkook’s shirt, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to let you go - and now he would never have to.

“Come on. Let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” Jungkook says, pushing you away to look at your tear-stained face. “I love you, Y/N. Always.”

You sniffled, feeling yourself fall apart all over again. Your head crashes into his chest and your hold on him becomes tighter. “I-I’m sorry.” you apologize. You should have heed his warning - that you were safe with him. He kept you in this mansion for this long because the outside world was indeed not safe - you and your daughters could never be safe if it wasn’t with Jungkook. You’re grateful that you had not taken them with you. Who knows what the masked men would’ve done to them.

Once Jungkook manages to get you into the shower, he closes the bathroom door behind him with a sigh. He gets your pajamas ready for you when you’re out and some sleeping pills - you’d need it if you were going to get a good night's sleep.

Jungkook proceeds to lift his sleeve up and sigh at the mark on his wrist. It was beginning to sting. You managed to draw blood when you bit him - but he was grateful that the wound wasn’t too severe.

After all, Yoongi’s plan had worked. Jungkook regained his control over you - even if he had to take desperate measures and insert fear. But, he had you nonetheless - his wife.

part two (prequel) a look back into your and jungkook's fatal attraction - before the marriage, kids and the detachment coming soon...

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babygorewhore · 5 months

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Prey

Rafe Cameron x Fem reader

Part one

Part two

After moving to the Outer banks to stay with your cousin, John B after your parents death, you catch the eye of Kooks. After being invited to one of his parties as part of a bet, you realize that Rafe Cameron has decided to make you his. Even if that means he’s going to stalk you.

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Thank you so much to @take-everything-you-can and @reidsbtch for beta reading!!

Warnings! FemReader is alternative and introverted! Parental death! Bullying! Implications of stalking and flashing! Reader is slightly naive and easily manipulated at first. No use of y/n. No smut in this part but it’s definitely going to be in part two and I’m crazy. Concept inspired by @sadfury and Haunting Adeline by H.D Carlton. Events after season two but altered because I said so.

John B let you settle into your new room as you slightly grimaced. This was the last thing you ever expected, moving here away from home. But after the death of your parents, you weren’t able to live alone, you didn’t have a choice. He was the only family you had left.

You couldn’t be more different. He was used to the beach life, a Pouge as he educated you on the drive here after you arrived. He was sunshine, tan and light colored clothes. Sandals and shorts.

You on the other hand were an all black wearing, band shirts, dark makeup and tall boots that gave you at least four inches. You stood out like a sore thumb.

It was hard to adjust to the passing of your parents after the sudden car accident. It couldn’t be more cliche.

If you weren’t in your room crying, you were usually scrolling aimlessly on social media looking at your photos of them.

Shy wasn’t the exact word to describe you, introverted was a better description and you completely dreaded the next day because John B was determined to show you around and introduce you to his girlfriend and friends. You tried to smile, practicing in the mirror but it looked painfully fake.

The weather was just as hot as John B mentioned. You were wearing a band t shirt, black shorts and he tried to convince you to wear flip flops but you kept on your converse shoes. The beach was crowded much to your distain and you desperately wished you brought an umbrella.

This part of the beach had a golf course not far away and you had never played golf a day in your life. You stuck to solitary hobbies.

“You sure you’re not gonna get too hot in that? I can buy you a swimsuit.” John B nudged you with his elbow and you shook your head.

“No, thanks. I’d rather wear something I’m comfortable in.” You forcefully smiled as you shield your eyes from the sun rays.

“So, uh. We have a library in town, a few shops nearby. We have a pretty good restaurant Kie’s parent’s own. I know you remember some-unless you want to be alone.”

“I think that’s good right now.” You confessed as you both settled your towels on a spot on the beach. The waves crashed and it was a soothing sound you didn’t expect.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.” You nodded.

John B smiled. “I’ll take it.”

You laid down on the towel, gingerly moving off any sand that flicked onto your calves. You did bring a book you were determined to finish when John B growled. “Fucking prick.”

“Why so hostile?” You questioned, you never saw him angry. John b crossed his arms and pointed behind you.

You turned, twisting your back to see two men at the golf course. You squinted but you could tell one of them was pointing in your direction. They were both blonde, dressed in preppy light clothing while holding golf clubs. They looked rich.

“Who are they?”

“Kooks. The worst of them. That one is Topper, he’s Sarah’s ex boyfriend and the taller one is Rafe. Her insane brother who beat the shit out of me, Pope and JJ.” You scowled and turned around.

“Kooks are the…?”

“Slang for the rich people. You and I are the Pouges.”

A few minutes later, his friends joined you. They were nice, really nice and outgoing. You stayed mostly quiet, watching the interactions and the way they swam in the water. Kie stayed with you the longest, consistent in her question if you needed anything or wanted to join them. You declined each time. Needing alone time after the long trip and new environment.

You sighed, having enough of uncomfortable sun bathing and decided to get a drink. You still had some cash and it wouldn’t kill it to just buy a soda. You walked to a shack, quickly wiping off your shoes of all sand.

You started towards the counter, grateful there wasn’t a line when a a blonde male moved around and stepped in front of you. He was the same man who was pointing at you and John B. The friend of this infamous Rafe.

“Hi, you must be John B’s cousin.” You remembered his name. Topper. He stuck out his hand and you folded your arms.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me.”

“Everyone’s heard about you, John B wanted to brag and Sarah couldn’t wait to meet you.” You internally winced at the not so subtle anger in his voice.

“Right, yeah.” You told him your name and started to step around him. “I’m just here to buy a drink.”

“Oh, let me,”

“No, really I’m fine-“ You both stood at the counter.

“I insist.” Topper paid for your soda and you wanted this interaction to be over.

“I’m not trying to be rude, but is there something you wanted?” You held the bottle protectively as he smirked.

“Sorry, I’ll get to the point. But I noticed how you were talking to the gang John b is friends with. And I wanted to see if you’d let a couple of Kooks let you show you around. You’ll actually get to see the island.”

Your hackles raised immediately and he sensed it.

“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna do anything. I just wanted to be nice. If you don’t want a tour, Rafe is throwing a party tonight. I wanted to invite you.” You raised an eyebrow and scoffed.

“No offense Topper but John B told me that Kooks wanted nothing to do with Pouges and how much you both hated him. Why would you be nice to me?”

To your dismay, he stepped closer. “Just because you’re John B’s cousin doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. And you don’t seem like you want to stay on the beach all day. Come on, maybe you’ll have a good time?”

You wanted to scream hell no, but something in your chest secretly wanted to get away, get a distraction for why you left home and John B unintentionally reminded you of your loss.

“I’ll-I’ll think about it.” Tooper smiled triumphantly and quickly wrote down on a napkin his number.

“Here. I really hope you come. And I can pick you up if you want.”

You gulped the bottle of coke and made your way back to the beach. After a few more hours of roasting underneath the sun, the invitation felt more and more appealing. The air conditioning didn’t work at John B’s house even though he was trying to fix it. And would one night really be so bad to let loose with a bunch of rich kids?

When you asked John b to drive you home, he kept asking you if you’d be okay alone and you firmly said yes. You left out the information of a party and Topper as you scrambled to find something to wear. Everything you had was black. Well. At least mostly everything.

You owned a pair of sparkly, silver high heels that you got as a birthday present two years ago for your twenty first and you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear them. Biting your lip, you slipped on a black dress that was mid thigh height, ruffles at the bottom of the skirt and it was a v neck exposing your bust.

Your hair was messy from the bun it was in all day so you braided it in two. Quickly slapping on makeup, you pulled out your phone and texted Toppers number.

“Is the offer still on the table?”

He responded almost immediately. “Of course! I’ll be there in twenty”

True to his word, he was there in twenty and you inhaled. You could do this. You could go to one party.

The ride was…okay. He talked to you about the landmarks and talked about who would be there. His friends since childhood and of course…he talked about Rafe. How great he was. How rich he was. How he took over his parents empire after his father’s death and he ran it alone. You withheld comments about being handed down rich lively hood as you kept quiet.

You dreaded if he made any advances towards you but he never did. He was ever the gentlemen when he parked in the driveway of the massive penthouse. Booming with music, you saw people dancing through the bare windows and the balcony.

You couldn’t believe you were here. John B probably wouldn’t assume you were out of your room and besides. You were a grown woman capable of your own decisions.

“Let’s go,” Topper opened the door for you and you followed him inside. It was crowded. More than any party you’d been too.

Several people turned and stared at you, you couldn’t tell if it was judgement or curiosity. You clutched your small bag where your phone was closer. You could call John B anytime, despite his probable anger.

“Can I get you a drink? I can introduce you to some people.”

“Sure, thanks.” You wanted to scream for him not to leave you alone but you stayed strong and drifted to a corner.

God, now you were having regrets as the music turned up and people started cheering. Topper was taking longer than expected and you decided to be brave. Fuck it. You moved from your place and wandered around. Your heels clicking over the wooden floors.

The kitchen was almost filled to the brim with people, several sitting on the island and girls immediately turned towards you and paused mid conversation. Topper held two cups as he talked to Kelce.

“Oh, hey! I was just about to find you.” Uneasiness settled in your chest as you took the red cup. “It’s okay. I just-.i feel a little awkward.” You whispered.

“Come on, I wanna introduce you to the man of the hour.”

You started gulping the alcohol to try and suppress your nerves as you both climbed the stairs to another lounge area with dark lights. People were doing lines, slurring from drunkenness and making out. Basically fucking as your eyes narrowed on Rafe.

Up close, he was fucking hot. Sharp jawline, blonde hair that was separated with bangs and crystal clear blue eyes that were currently focused on a girl straddling his lap.

They were tongues and teeth making you feel even more uncomfortable and another emotion hit you. You tried to shove it away, but his fitted light pants around his muscular thighs, t shirt that exposed his defined arms and large hands…thick fingers gripped her ass.

Oh god, you were fucking jealous over a man you hadn’t even talked too.

“Hey, man. Hate to interrupt, but this is the new girl.” You tried not to bite your lip and smear your lipstick as he pulled away from her.

His light eyes swept over you, pausing longer on your tits, hips and exposed legs. He gave you a nod before a small smirk slid towards Topper. “Get off,” he lifted the poor girl off and plopped her on the couch to her distain.

Your core tightened in anticipation as he drew closer. He couldn’t be more opposite. In clothes. In height. In status. He oozed power, money and sex. With a little danger.

“Mmm. Yeah. I saw you today with John B. Didn’t expect him with Tim Burton.”

You cleared your throat, offense rising but you tried to remember you were in his house and yelling at him probably wasn’t the best idea given he could crush you. You started to extend your hand but he turned.

“Hey, get your asses to the pool! Im tired of being up here!” He called out and everyone started moving quickly. His commands obeyed without question as he jerked his hand to point them downstairs.

“Oh, I don’t have a swimsuit with me-“

“You live on the beach. But you didn’t bring one, Tim Burton?” Rafe challenged, looking down at you with a hazed look. You couldn’t tell if it was dislike or anger.

Why would he invite you if he didn’t like you?

“Come on,” Topper gestured with his head for you to follow him.

The pool was lit from under the water where several half naked people were playing chicken, kissing and smoking. You didn’t exactly mind the scene but it was entirely out of your comfort zone. Your heels caught a puddle on the concrete and arms caught you.

You inhaled sharply, thinking for a second it was Rafe but you saw him sitting on a lounge chair with the same girl perched on his thigh. She was beautiful except for the death glare she was giving you. You turned around to see your savior. It was Kelce who gave you a smirk before you were launched over his shoulder.

You screamed, “What the FUCK?!” And then you saw Topper briefly before you sailed into the cold pool. The water stung your eyes as you flailed from the weight of your shoes and panic. You clasped onto the side and pulled yourself up.

Everyone was laughing. Even recording you.

Your chest burst with embarrassment, anger and utter heartbreak as you knew how stupid you were for believing this was a kind invitation.

You wiped your face as you got your bearings and black liner, lipstick and foundation smeared all over your hand. “Fucking shit.”

You went to climb up but you slipped again, causing more laughter.

You remembered your phone, oh god your phone. No, your purse was still held by Kelce. You let your anger heave you over and you crawled up, shakily standing before you yanked your heels off. Everyone was still laughing and recording but you locked eyes on Rafe himself.

He wasn’t laughing. But his eyes held a hint of amusement and the corner of his mouth was tilted up.

You wanted to run. Cry and scream. That’s exactly what they expected. Instead, you marched towards him, shoving people out of your way as you stepped in front of him and the girl.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You growled, pointing a dripping finger. “Is this your idea of some kind of joke?”

He shrugged. “It looks like I won five thousand dollars. Top didn’t think you’d actually come. I said you couldn’t resist some attention, Tim Burton.” He parted his legs further as he got comfortable.

You were seething but you were also petty. So you took the bottom of your dress, not caring if it exposed your black panties underneath around the crotch as his blue eyes immediately dipped down to the area. You flapped the skirt. Splashing water right in their faces. And when he stood up, the girl followed suit, you slapped him.

Hard but he hardly moved an inch as he chuckled darkly and took a small step forward. The water dripped from his brow and landed on the ground.

“Fuck. You.” You hissed. You turned around and flipped everyone off before he could get a chance to tell you off.

You stormed away, bursting through the house, ignoring the cat calls as you shoved open the front door. You didn’t have a car and it was late. You had ripped your purse away from Kelce and checked your phone. John B was calling you.

You answered. “Hello?”

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’ve been calling for an hour, where did you go?” He sounded worried and you winced.

“Um. Can you pick me up?”

“Yeah, of course. Where are you?” You cringed at his question but you had no choice.

“I’m at Rafe Cameron’s house.”

To say John B was angry was an understatement as you were sitting like a scolded child in his living room. You were still soaked like a wet cat as he rummaged to find a towel.

“I can’t believe you fell for it! I told you about those assholes. You can never trust them. Why did you even go?”

“Stop talking to me like I’m a child!” You finally snapped, standing. “I made a mistake. Can we just let it go?”

“Let it go? Rafe Cameron is a monster and you were made as an example for Pouges and now he has more ammo. He’s never going to leave it alone. And you may never-“

“What? Show my face? Be accepted? Guess what, John B, I’m already fucking USED to it. And maybe I just wanted a distraction from what happened. For once, I just wanted to let loose. Obviously, I fucked up. I’m going to bed.” You ground out and moved toward your bedroom.

“Wait, I’m sorry-“ But you slammed the door and locked it.

You were too upset to even shower as you yanked off your dress, underwear and shoved on an oversized t shirt, put your hair up and flopped onto the mattress.

Now, the tears started as you looked on social media.

Somehow they found your account and tagged you in dozens of videos of the incident. Horribly mean comments underneath caused you to cry harder. You never should have gone.

You hugged your pillow, about to close your phone and throw it, when a text came through. You didn’t recognize the number but hair raised on your arm as you read the words.

“Maybe if you did more than flash your panties, I would make them take them down.”

You sat up immediately. Now this, this had to be a joke. Rafe Cameron was texting you.

“Go. Fuck yourself. And don’t text me. I’m blocking you.”

“Do you really think this is my only phone number, Tim Burton?”

Your mouth parted. He was right but you thought of another tactic.

“Fine. I’ll change mine tomorrow.”

“Good luck. I’ll find out what it is.“ You clenched your jaw. Half a mind to call and scream at him.

“Leave me alone.”

The reply came almost immediately.

“I make the rules here, princess. Not you.”

You then pressed the call button. It rang once, twice, three times. “Pick up, asshole.” You grunted.

Finally, it stopped ringing and you heard silence. “I know you’re there, douchebag. Don’t text me anymore and don’t fucking call me princess.”

“Are you still trying to have control, princess?” You had to breathe deeply so you wouldn’t wake the neighbors with your yelling.

“What are you doing, Cameron? Why are you talking to me? After what you did? After hurting me like that? Is this some sort of sick game? Well, I’m not playing it. Stay the fuck away from me, you son. Of. A. Bitch.”

“I would be very careful how you talk to me, little girl. What makes you think this wasn’t what I wanted? You. All to myself.”

Fear stilled you as you whispered, “You-you leave me alone. I don’t like you. In fact, I hate you and I hate what you did! Fuck off.” You then hung up.

You shut off the light and crawled back into bed. Your body went from boiling hot to now ice cold. You blocked his number. Quickly and you shut your eyes. Drifting into a nightmare filled sleep being tormented by Kooks. Rafe Cameron’s voice and then…you dreamed of his dark eyes trailing the outline of your pussy through your black panties.

You snapped awake at the knock of your door.

“Hey, uh…do you want to go to breakfast? If not, that’s okay. I just want to make up for what happened. I feel awful for yelling at you and this shouldn’t be your first impression.”

You were tempted to say no. Let him go alone but you were hungry. And you wanted a distraction from the event last night. Sighing, you got out of bed. “Yeah, I’ll be right out.”

You throw on a pair of black shorts and your converse. Still wearing your big shirt and ponytail. You were weary of your phone, but you forced yourself to move past your fear and you snatched it from the pillow.

Another number was on your screen but you could see part of the message. You could only squeak when you opened it.

“I hope you enjoy breakfast, baby doll. I’d hate for you to starve that pretty little body. But I want you to behave. Like a good girl. Or this will be harder for you.”

Your mouth was completely dry when you stared at the screen. Oh fuck. He was true to his word. This was another number. But how the hell would he know about this morning? You realized the reality of this situation. He had eyes and ears everywhere.

You were certainly fucked.

And not in a good way.

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cartierre · 1 year

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GOLDEN HOUR | cl16

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU charles leclerc x fem!holland!reader

side note: hot people listen to 'golden hour' by jvke, especially the fuji kaze remix.

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yourusername sometimes i do get along with my brothers (harry insta when?)

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samholland1999 just sometimes though ⤷ yourusername are you telling me we're not the bestest of besties? ⤷ samholland1999 maybe i'm your best friend, but are you mine? debetable ⤷ yourusername i'm gonna tell mum that you're rude to me

user1 i love their peak sibling energy

arthur_leclerc yet everytime we all meet up all you three do is bantering with each other ⤷ yourusername we shared a womb, survival of the fittest

user2 what's arthur leclerc doing here ⤷ user3 the triplets are friends with him ⤷ user4 y/n's "friends" with him ⤷ user5 she's legitimately just friends with him ⤷ user6 you must be new here

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yourusername my tattoo is the only reminder of last night

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user7 IS THAT ARTHUR? ⤷ user8 now hold up, arthur's not build like that ⤷ user9 wait- chaRLES? ⤷ user10 the dots are connecting

arthur_leclerc i nearly shat myself when you half flung yourself out of the window ⤷ yourusername it was getting sticky in the car...

samholland1999 i want to say i'm surprised, but i'm not ⤷ yourusername you just know me so well

user11 i want to have a wild night out in monaco as well :/ ⤷ user12 my heart says yes, but my bank account says no

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yourusername winning the race to your heart

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user13 you just made it obvious that the rumours are true ⤷ user14 i think that was the whole thought behind it

user15 aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

samholland1999 one wrong turn of his and we'll have a problem ⤷ yourusername don't act all tough as if you weren't the one gushing over the news when i called you

tomholland2013 so i'm guessing you'll bring a plus one to every even from now on? ⤷ yourusername am i not enough for you?

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charles_leclerc it was just two lovers, sitting in the car, listening to blonde, falling for each other

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user17 HIM USING THE LYRICS OF GOLDEN HOUR BY JVKE I LOVE THIS MAN ⤷ user18 my boyfriend can never compete against charles

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user19 i'm honestly so happy for charles. i feel like he's a relationship type of guy

arthur_leclerc say i'm the best wingman out there ⤷ charles_leclerc non ⤷ yourusername excusez-moi, wingman? you? nah-uh you just sat there and watched ⤷ arthur_leclerc guess who was "too busy" to pick you up? a good wingman does his job behind the scenes

user20 no way arthur was this sly ⤷ user21 ultimate rizz

yourusername so we're just going to skip the whole soft launch thing? ⤷ charles_leclerc they all have been knowing it already anyway ⤷ yourusername touché

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tonyspank · 8 months

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YOU RIGHT

Warnings: none i think Summary: You meet Olivia Rodrigo at a party. A/N: part 2?

Olivia Rodrigo x Reader

Fame. It was a blessing and a curse, bringing both adoration and scrutiny. The allure of the spotlight drew people in, but the constant invasion of privacy weighed heavily on those who experienced it.

You never wanted to be famous, with everyone watching your every move and judging your every decision. The pressure to maintain a perfect image becomes suffocating, leaving no room for mistakes or personal growth. It seemed like too much.

Your friends, on the other hand, envied the idea of fame. They saw it as a gateway to success, wealth, and recognition, and hell, it was.

The difference between Jack's and your bank accounts was big.

Jack Harlow, a rising rap artist, seemed to have it all. Jack Harlow, the same guy you used to hang out with and freestyle with in your basement, was now selling out arenas and topping the charts.

Jack Harlow, the same guy who would visit New York just to hang out with you, his best friend.

You'd know Jack since he was just starting out in the music industry. You had witnessed his journey from recording songs in his bedroom to signing a major record deal.

You were proud of him, he was truly like a brother to you, and seeing his success brought you immense joy. Despite his fame, Jack remained humble and always made time for the people who had supported him from the beginning.

Which is why he decided to drag you to a party in downtown Brooklyn, a place he hoped you would enjoy. The party was filled with talented musicians and industry professionals, nearly everyone there had some connection to the music industry.

You follow Jack as he maneuvers through the crowd, making his way to the DJ booth. You watch him dap up the DJ before he introduces you to him. "This is Zack Bia, his shit is fire. I swear to you." Jack says, leaning closer to you so you can hear him over the music.

Zack daps you up, giving you a warm smile before turning back to his DJ set. Zack leans into Jack's ear, whispering something that makes Jack quickly nod his head, you can slightly mouth the words "Oh yeah."

Zack presses a button on his DJ controller, and the music transitions seamlessly into Jack's song, Dua Lipa. He then hands him a mic, and Jack grabs it eagerly, ready to perform.

As the beat drops, Jack's voice fills the room, captivating everyone with his smooth delivery and undeniable stage presence. The crowd goes wild, their energy fueling Jack's performance as he effortlessly commands the small stage.

You find yourself nodding your head to the beat, unable to resist the infectious rhythm. The music pulsates through your body, making it impossible to stand still. Jack puts an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as you take a sip from your glass.

"Do the next part," Jack whispers in your ear, moving the microphone away from his lips. You laugh a bit, shaking your head. "Nah, man." Jack smiles, "C'mon."

He doesn't give you time to process your response before he moves the microphone to your mouth and starts singing the next verse. Caught off guard, you stumble over the lyrics for a moment before finding your voice and joining in.

Jack starts jumping up and down, his energy contagious as he encourages the crowd to sing along. "So, what's up?" Jack shouts into the microphone, moving it away from you.

You leave the stage, needing a drink and fresh air after being put on the spot like that. When you arrive at the bar, you see a brunette girl sitting by herself, her head down, as she types away on her phone.

You twist your lips, would she mind if you took a seat next to her?

The bartender looks up from cleaning a glass and nods at you, indicating that you can take a seat. When you settle down, you catch a glimpse of the girl's screen, noticing that she's scrolling through social media.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asks, breaking your focus. You quickly glance at the menu and order a shot of tequila.

You can feel it. Her eyes stare at your side profile, but you pretend not to notice and play with the rings on your fingers. What would you say to her if you mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation?

Moments later, the bartender returns with your shot of tequila, accidentally knocking over the girl's drink and proceeding to drop your shot on the table. "Shit! I am so sorry."

You chuckle and reassure the bartender that it's alright, searching for a napkin. "Do you have a napkin?" You ask the bartender, glancing at the wet stain on your jeans.

The bartender searches underneath the counter, unable to find a napkin. "I'm really sorry, but I don't have any napkins at the moment. There might be some in the bathroom upstairs."

You glance at the brunette, who is now wiping her drink off her dress with her hands. "I could also grab you a napkin too, if you'd like."

For the first time, she looks at you, and your stomach does backflips.

"I could come with." She smiles, her brown doe eyes staring into yours. Her smile is warm and inviting, making your heart race even faster. "That would be great," you say, trying to hide your excitement.

You both make your way up the stairs, squeezing past other people who are heading downstairs. As you reach the top, you notice a sign pointing towards the bathroom. The brunette leads the way, gracefully navigating through the crowd.

Huh. This place used to be a studio, you think to yourself, admiring the high ceilings and large windows. You walk into the bathroom with her, turning on the light to reveal a clean and modern design.

The marble countertops and sleek fixtures give the space an elegant touch. You can't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that you won't have to endure a grimy restroom experience tonight.

The brown-eyed girl lets out a huff, searching the bottom compartment for napkins. "Well, I didn't find any napkins, but..." she says, pulling out a blowdryer. "We can use this."

You laugh, impressed by her resourcefulness. "That's definitely a creative solution," you say, admiring her ability to think outside the box. "Who needs napkins when we have a blowdryer?" you joke, helping her plug in the blowdryer.

You sit on the countertop, waiting for the blow dryer to warm up. "I'm Y/N, by the way." The brown-eyed girl smiles and extends her free hand. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Olivia," she introduces herself, grateful for the unexpected company in this situation.

You shake hands, and you can't help but feel that this encounter might turn into an interesting and memorable experience.

Olivia raises the blowdryer on the wet spot on your jeans, causing you to jump a bit in surprise. "Sorry about that," she apologizes, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

"You're good, it's just a bit hot."

You smile as you watch her swing the blow dryer back and forth, blowing warm air onto your damp jeans. Olivia looks back at you with a small smile on her lips.

"Did you get dragged here too? Or did you come willingly?" You ask, trying to make conversation.

"A bit of both, you?"

You chuckle softly, your eyes glancing around the room. "Well, I guess you could say I was persuaded to come," you admit with a playful tone. "But I'm actually glad I did. It's been a while since I've hung around Jack...I missed him."

Olivia nods understandingly, her smile widening. "Jack, like Jack Harlow?" You nod in response, confirming her guess. "Yeah, that's the one. We used to be attached at the hip back in high school, but life got busy and we drifted apart. It's nice to reconnect and catch up."

"Do you make music too?" Olivia asks, curious. You shake your head, chuckling softly. "No, not like Jack. I'm more of a listener than a creator when it comes to music. But I've always admired his talent and passion for it."

"You make music, though, right?" You ask and Olivia nods, smiling. "Yes, I do. It's been a big part of my life for as long as I can remember. I like being able to express myself through music and connect with others who kind of relate. It's a form of therapy for me, a way to escape and let my emotions flow freely."

You hum, "I completely understand what you mean. Music has a way of speaking rather than using words." Olivia's smile widens, and she nods in agreement. "Exactly! I honestly can't imagine my life without music."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you. Another one of Jack's songs begins to play, so loudly that you can faintly hear it all the way up here.

"Want me to dry your dress?" You break the silence, softly taking the blow dryer from her hands. "Oh! Uh, sure, thank you." You smile, hopping off the counter. "You wanna sit? I can help you up."

"Thank you, yeah..." You place the blowdryer down, gently placing your hands on her waist, before lifting her onto the counter. She settles down, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I've always wanted to play an instrument." You confess, doing the same motions with the blowdryer on her dress. "Really? Which one?" she asks, biting down on her lips, her eyes still on you.

You pause for a moment, contemplating your answer. "I think I've always been drawn to the guitar," you finally reply, meeting her eyes.

"Acoustic or electric?" she asks, a small smile forming on her lips. "Acoustic for sure. But I can't sing for shit, so no one-man band for me," you chuckle, causing her smile to widen.

"Well, who needs vocals when you can make the guitar sing?" she teases playfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" Olivia inquires, her curiosity evident in her tone. "I'm a real estate agent, believe it or not."

"It's not as glamorous as being a musician, but it pays the bills," you say with a shrug. Olivia nods understandingly, her smile still present. "Do you wear a suit to work?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Sometimes," you reply with a smirk. "But most days, I prefer a more casual and comfortable look. I can't distract my clients with how good I look in a suit, you know?"

Olivia laughs and leans in, placing a hand on your forearm. "So, what's the most interesting property you've ever sold?" she asks.

"Well," you begin, "I once sold a mansion to Central Cee, you know, the UK rapper? He had some specific requests for the interior design, including a home studio and a custom-built gaming room. It was definitely a unique and exciting project to work on," you explain, reminiscing about the experience.

Olivia's eyes widen with intrigue as she listens attentively. "Is he the most famous client you've ever had?"

"Actually, no. I didn't directly sell a house to Drake, but I did have the opportunity to assist in finding him a property. And this was a while ago, maybe when he dropped that one Keke song."

Olivia's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Wow, why is that actually kind of cool?' You chuckle, turning off the blowdryer and setting it down on the counter. "Well, it was definitely a unique experience. It's not every day you get to work with someone as well-known as Drake."

Olivia nods. "I can only imagine what it must have been like. Did you get to meet him in person?"

You smile and reply, "Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to meet him face-to-face. However, I did communicate with his team throughout the process and ensure that his preferences and requirements were met."

You let out a sigh, saying, "If you ever need to find property in the future, let me know." Olivia smiles, nodding her head. "Of course, I wouldn't want anyone else. I don't think all real estate agents help their future clients dry off their dresses when the bartender spills a drink on them." She chuckles, patting her dress to see if it was dry.

"I guess that's just one of the many perks of having a dedicated real estate agent like me," you reply with a wink. Olivia opens her mouth to speak, but knocking on the door interrupts her.

"You guys done in there? We've been waiting for ages!" a voice calls from outside. Olivia and you exchange amused glances before you reply, "Just a moment! We'll be right out."

"Here, I'll help you down." You stand in between Olivia's legs, placing your hands on her waist to support her as she steps down from the countertop.

Olivia's face flushes slightly as she looks up at you, grateful for your assistance. "Thank you," she says softly, moving a hair strand out of her face.

You smile at Olivia and give her a reassuring nod. "No problem at all," you respond, feeling a warm connection between the two of you. You can't help but notice how her hand lingers on your arm for a brief moment before she lets go.

You begin walking towards the door, opening it for Olivia to exit first. A messy-haired boy quickly rushes past the two of you, "Sorry, I have to shit!" he exclaims, nearly knocking Olivia over.

She stumbles slightly but regains her balance with your support. You exchange a knowing glance with Olivia, bursting into laughter at the unexpected interruption.

As the laughter subsides, Olivia thanks you for catching her and playfully nudges your arm. "It was nice meeting you, Olivia." You say, returning the playful nudge.

You give her one last glance before walking towards the flight of stairs. "Wait!" Olivia calls out, causing you to turn around. "Can I have your number? I'd love to keep in touch," Olivia asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice. You smile and reach for your phone, exchanging numbers with her.

Olivia pulls you into a hug, surprising you. You hesitate before returning the hug, wrapping your arm tightly around her waist. You pull away, your hands slightly lingering on her waist. "Don't be a stranger," you say, giving her a warm smile. Olivia returns the smile, nodding.

With a final wave, you turn and continue down the stairs, already looking forward to the next time you'll see each other.

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three years | m. tkachuk

summary: it’s early july 2022 in sunny florida. ophelia hughes is finishing up work before heading down to michigan to spend the summer with her family and friends. but news of a trade deal with the calgary flames puts her world in a blender.

a.n. the first instalment of the hughessister x chucky!! this is gonna have absolutely no background at first but it’ll make since as you read. please be kind, and like and reblog if you like it <3

the florida sun was something ophelia would never get used to.

it slid inside her office at amerant bank arena, making it shine with sunlight. her skin shone with it like a golden goddess, warming it and reminding her of early morning sunrise walks with her youngest brother, luke. her hand moves to correct another photo as her mind wanders to her plans for the next two months: boat rides, tan lines, tiny bikinis, stolen kisses, watermelon running down the corners of mouths, her mother's home cooking.

a knock at her office door brings her out of her daydream. she turns her head to see who's there.

stan, their director of marketing, stands at the door with a small smile on his face.

"hey, phe. i just wanted to talk to you quick before you left for the next couple of months."

her smile falters a little and he's quick to put a reassuring hand to her shoulder.

"it's nothing bad, ophelia, i promise. it's about a trade. i need you to let the social media girls know we need a goodbye post for huby and weegs. they got traded this morning, it was just announced. would you send some photos to them?"

she nods. "yeah of course. do you need anything from me regarding the new guy?"

he shakes his head. "no, cerie can take care of it while you're away. he won't be here until later this week anyways and i want you to have some time with your family. have fun this summer, ophelia."

she smiles, wishing him the same as he leaves. she realizes she never even thought to ask who the new guy was.

cerie comes barreling through the door just as ophelia thinks she can go back to her actual job. “did you fucking hear? we traded jonny and weegs? for that guy? are we stupid?”

cerie was the other full time photographer for the panthers, and ophelia’s best friend in the whole world. they’d joined the team six months apart, after stan had realized the workload was too much for one person at a time. and cerie had just moved to florida from france and barely ever went home to her estranged family, so she was the perfect choice for when they needed a cover in the summer.

“hold on i’m confused. stan said the trade was good, you say it’s bad. who’d we get?” cerie opens her mouth to probably scream the name, but is cut of by a sharp three knocks on the door.

“come in!”

she’s expecting it to be sam or carter, those two were always on her ass about taking better photos. she didn’t have the heart to tell them it was because they were both extremely nonphotogenic. but it’s not either of those people.

“hi, sorry to interrupt, i was told to come see the senior photographer before she left.”

the voice knocks the air out of ophelia as she registers who it is, eyes widening. he realizes a split second later when he finally gets a good look at her.

“phe?”

she sets her jaw, staying seated and gazing up at the boy who had turned into a man since they last spoke three years ago. three years since that awful night in michigan, the fight, his departure from what she thought was the rest of her life. and now matthew tkachuk was standing in her office in sunny florida, a place she thought was a fresh start away from her parents and her brothers (mostly).

“hi, matthew.”

“you’re the senior photographer? how is it even remotely possible that i didn’t know that?”

she scoffs. “well, you were never really good at paying attention, especially to me. why did you need to see me?”

he looks stunned at her tone. she’s all business, he realizes. “i’m supposed to let you know i’m going back home until august and then i need my headshots done. i’ll be back on the 8th.”

“i won’t be here. cerie will do your headshots, and then i’ll proof them and upload them when i’m back on the 20th. anything else?”

he shakes his head, but he doesn't leave. "i'm going back to the lake house. first time in three years."

she finally looks over from her computer again. "good. your mom misses you."

he nods, a small smile on his face as he walks out the door and shuts it behind him. ophelia turns to her best friend, lets out a snort at the look on her face.

"stop looking at me like that, cerie."

"you know matthew tkachuk? what is wrong with you that you never thought to mention that before?"

ophelia shrugs, going back to the last photo she has to edit before she heads to the airport. "we kind of grew up together. we haven't spoken in over three years, though. had kind of a falling out just after i graduated from university."

cerie sits down beside her. "oh my god, phe. are you okay? and he's coming down to the lake house? how is that gonna go?"

phe clicks out of her computer, running her hands over her face with a groan. "it's gonna go like it always goes. his mom will yell at him for not being around a lot in the last three summers, his dad will make me tell him everything that the panthers are up to these days, and brady and taryn will simultaneously smack their brother and squeeze the living life out of me. matty being there won't be any different from the last time he was there three years ago."

"matty, huh?"

oh boy. "shut up."

"i'm just saying! the way you talk about him makes it seem like you guys were a little more than childhood best friends."

ophelia groans again and flips her off. "fuck off, cerie. i don't like to talk about it. what happened between us was embarassing and i would really rather not repeat it."

cerie's hands go up in surrender. "alright, alright. but you will tell me later, fleur. i know you will. now go to the airport, see your family, have some fun!! tell your brothers and your parents i said bonjour."

the two best friends hug tightly. "oh, i'm gonna miss you, cer. but i'm not telling you if quinn is single."

"ophelia-"

"no! no dating my brothers. they don't need your kind of crazy."

"bitch!" "asshole."

the laughter of both women could be heard from where matthew was still standing outside the office, waiting for ophelia to be done.

"matthew? why are you still out here?"

he shrugs, pushing off the wall he was leaning against. "i wanted to wait and see if you needed a ride to the airport."

her head cocks to the side. he had been less than caring when they were kids. three years had definitely changed something in him. "that would be nice actually. my bags are just in the closet over there."

he smiles and nods, carrying the bags when she grabs them. she could get used to this.

"holy shit, is this your car?"

he sold his truck, apparently, and replaced it with a fucking ferrari. of course he did.

"i was told when you move to florida you buy a fancy car."

"i don't know. i bought a jeep."

his laugh is contagious as they climb into his car, and when ophelia looks at him from his passenger seat she almost forgets everything he said the night they last spoke.

this was going to be an interesting summer.

a.n. this is a very special moment; the first (of hopefully many) fics of the hughessisterxmatthewtkachuk au!!! i am really proud of this one, it's one of the longest i've written thus far and i hope everyone loves it as much as i do. like and reblog as always, and stay safe in our dangerous world, lovlies <3, lily :)

taglist: @hockey-racing-fubol

#hockey #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #matthew tkachuk #hughes sister #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #florida panthers

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venus-haze · 1 year

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Homelander x Supervillain!Reader Headcanons

Note: Mildly fem-coded reader, but no other descriptors are used. This is mostly from Homelander's perspective. I always thought it was interesting how apart from the "superterrorist" arc in season one (and into season two), supervillains aren't really a thing in The Boys universe, pretty much everyone with superpowers is affiliated with Vought.

Warnings: Violence, some mentions of sex, Homelander being Homelander. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Your powers emerge later in life, so you aren’t one of the many lauded child prodigies who accidentally burned down their own birthday parties or took out a school bus, but almost as soon as you spit at a cat-caller and the side of his car melted from the acid, Vought had its eye on you

Unfortunately for them, you aren’t interested in the slightest. The money’s good, but signing your life away to a mysterious corporation was never in the cards for you. Why let a bunch of suits call the shots when you were the one with powers? Pretty soon you’re melting bank vaults, wreaking general havoc, and living on the run. You love every minute of it

Homelander knows he can take you on, but to his shock and fury, he finds himself in a meeting with Stilwell and the marketing team who tell him that having a supervillain “arch-enemy” would further mythologize him. As much as people love having someone to root for, they’re just as intrigued by the evil thing that goes bump in the night. Besides, you mostly damage property, not people, so they figure you’re not too much of a threat to the general public

He thinks it’s ridiculous, not letting him laser you in half or snap your neck makes him look weak, or even worse, that you’re as strong as he is. The first time he takes you on, you spit at him as a Hail Mary, and to both of your shock, he hisses in pain and his skin blisters–comparatively mild to the outright bone-melting your toxin was capable of, but it cements your space in his mind as his arch-enemy

To his frustration, the suits at Vought are right, social media posts that mention you in regard to Homelander get a lot of engagement and the general public sees him even more as an otherworldly protector figure

You don’t have a supe name, but Vought dubs you ‘Rosethorn’ because you’re “beautiful yet deadly.” They slap your face on comic books that fly off the shelves. You find it ironic that Vought still finds a way to make money off of you despite your refusal to work with them

Homelander isn’t nearly as amused. The first time he sees one of the Homelander Vs. Rosethorn comics he sees red. “More like thorn in my fucking side,” he growls at the cartoonified version of you. He resents you for taking half of his spotlight, but part of him knows his resentment comes from the fact that you don’t have to answer to anyone. You do whatever the hell you want, and some people regard you as a kind of anti-hero rather than an outright villain. He doesn’t understand, you’re a criminal. You rob, cheat, and steal, and just because you hand out fistfuls of dollars every once in a while, you’re turned into some kind of underground folk hero?

Social media is buzzing with theories that you’re actually a Vought plant to make Homelander look good or that you’re stronger than him and holding back. Naturally, people begin shipping you because of course they do. He has mixed feelings the first time he sees #Roselander trending on Twitter. It doesn’t help that sometimes you leave notes at your crimes scenes that read ‘Give Homelander my regards, XO’

Despite the internet frenzy and Vought marketing, you and Homelander have only been face to face a few times following the first encounter, each one giving more fuel to Homelander’s fire as he broods, stewing in his resentment toward you. You laugh at him, taunt him, literally spit at him, and he can’t do shit because Vought says not to

He definitely fantasizes about hate-fucking you, they’re all extremely deranged and elaborate. Overall, he has a lot of really complicated emotions when it comes to you. There’s some underlying affection that he’ll deny to anyone who asks. Sometimes he lets his mind wander, and in the ideal situation you’d reform and join Vought and–who the fuck is he kidding, part of him wants to break the invisible chain that keeps him tethered to Vought and see if the grass is really greener on the other side

Homelander decides he’s going to end your reign of terror once and for all when Vought indicates they want supes in the military. They now think your existence is just one of the barriers standing in the way of that, making the other Vought supes, but especially him look weak and incapable. With you out of the way, it’ll show their supes can handle military missions

Easier said than done, because when he finally corners you, ready to laser you in half like he should have all those years ago, he hesitates, and that’s all it takes for you to pounce

“Why do you let them tell you what to do? You’re stronger than them. Why do they call the shots?” you ask, and he doesn’t miss the conniving ass twinkle in your eye. He knows what you’re doing, and his gloved fists ball up at his side as everything in him screams to just kill you already. He knows you’re right. He’s the one with the real power, but he lets them order him around like a dog

“Shut the fuck up,” he hisses through clenched teeth that he wishes were clamped around your throat–except he doesn’t, not really. You’re giving him an out, but he can’t take it, he’s too afraid to. After all, who is he if he’s not The Homelander?

You give him a sad smile, the kind old friends give to each other in movies when they see each other for the last time. He lets out a shaky breath. He won’t miss you. He won’t even think about you once Madelyn hears what he’s done and he gets supes into the military and Vought a lucrative contract with the Department of Defense. Another success for Homelander

“I really do like you,” you say. “I just wanted you to know that before you kill me.” Your heartbeat is steady, gaze locked in on his glowing red eyes. No one’s ever looked him in the eye upon facing their certain death from him before

He grabs your face, resisting the urge to squeeze it hard enough to break your jaw, “You’re a real piece of work. I don’t answer to anyone, got that, Rosethorn?”

You whisper your name to him, your real name, and he repeats it softly before letting go of your face and taking an unsteady step back. “You owe me. I didn’t kill you, and now you owe me.” You nod in understanding before disappearing into the night

He returns to Vought covered in blood, claiming victory over his arch-enemy once and for all. He never played poker, but you’re an ace up his sleeve if he could ever have one

#homelander x reader #homelander headcanons #homelander x you #the boys x reader #the boys headcanons #the boys x you #homelander #the boys tv #the boys amazon

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junggunz · 7 months

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money honey | ft. goo kim🔞

summary: Goo has a need that only you know how to satisfy. cw: fembodied reader, dom!reader, sub!goo, SMUT, pwp, brief mention of paypig!goo, reader is briefly implied to be a dominatrix with other clients, brief mention of feet lol, goo wears kitty ears and a collar, oral, very light anal play (goo has a buttplug), orgasm denial, p in v, creampie, cum eating wc: 3.2k an: i dont write subby men very often BUT WHEN I DO...i be crying and (s)creaming the whole time. and once again, if this story sounds familiar, it is a redo of the yoongi fic i posted on aff agesss ago.

when i'm your lover and mistress, that's money, honey

Goo isn’t afraid to admit that his personality is on the eccentric side. It’s something that he doesn’t care to hide. He’s also pretty shameless about how out there some of his sexual interests may seem to the average person.

However, there is one thing he can’t bring himself to ever think of speaking out with another soul—how much money he spends to get a certain itch satisfied. Hell, even the person he pays to manage his finances can’t account for thousands of dollars that randomly goes missing every so often with Goo simply saying it was a personal expense.

At the end of a particularly rough week of working like a dog, the typical means of unwinding and relaxing didn’t sound appealing to Goo. The perfect balance of exhilaration followed by a satisfying climax is something that only one person he knows can bring him. Phone in hand as he sits in his car, he searches for your name in his phone before wiring a month’s rent to your bank account, he texts you.

“Can I come over?”

Luckily for Goo, the vie for your attention is seen immediately by you as you had already been looking at your phone. Sitting back on the high end leather sofa in your living room, you stop your mindless scrolling on social media to read Goo’s text. Humming softly in amusement you look down at one of your other pets that you had been lazily stroking with your neatly pedicured toes.

“I guess your time for today is up.” You coo in faux disappointment, the sole of your foot lightly caressing the slippery underside of his twitching length.

“What? Why?!” He complains, his muscular frame squirming against the plush carpeted rug beneath him as your foot rubs against a particularly sensitive vein on his cock.

Sighing softly, you pull away from him and plant your feet firmly on the ground as you lean closer to him; your elbows resting on your knees while you look down at him.

“Someone more important, with more money is gonna be here soon.” You tell him with a wicked grin. “Now get dressed and get the hell out of my face.”

Once he leaves, you pick up your phone again and finally reply to Goo.

“Send another million won and be here in fifteen minutes before I change my mind.”

And of course, in no less than ten minutes, the blonde male is at your doorstep.

“Showing up empty handed and not properly addressing me through text? You must really wanna see me pissed.” You say with a short laugh, letting Goo into your apartment.

“Sorry, master…I just really wanted to be with you.” He confesses sheepishly, the faintest dusting of pink warming up his cheeks as he speaks.

You click your teeth in annoyance before motioning for Goo to follow you to your bedroom. He tentatively trails after you down the hall, awaiting your instruction. You inspect him up and down, a small hum of contempt coming from you.

“Strip.” You command. “No need to do it slow, just looking at you right now is making me mad.”

While Goo begins to hastily undress, you hear the sounds of his clothes rustling and hitting the floor as you go over to one of your drawers to retrieve a few items. Rummaging through all your goodies, you find what you need and turn back to face Goo; only to scowl in repulsion.

“Why are your fucking clothes all over my floor? Fold it nicely.” You tell him, scoffing in disbelief at the audacity of him to make a mess in your room like that.

“Sorry, master.” He murmurs.

Sitting at the edge of your bed after setting your items off to the side, you watch him with a bored expression as he folds his clothes and sets it on the tufted bench you had situated near your bed.

“Good boy. Now come here.” You beckon him over with a sweet smile and he kneels before you which warrants a fond pat on the head from you. You gently place the kitty ear headband as well as the collar you retrieved from your armoire on Goo; smiling in satisfaction at the sight of him.

“You look so cute,” you muse as your hand begins caressing his smooth skin lovingly; thumb grazing his pouty lips ever so lightly. “You just need one more thing.” Grabbing the final item, you proceed to lube up a vibrating butt plug with a tail to match the ears on his head and tell Goo to put it in. Which of course, he obliged to. The buttplug wasn’t his favorite toy to use with you as it was more of a punishment for him. But who was he to say no? He was late and it upset you, so he deserved it tonight.

“Are you hungry?” you ask him.

Goo nods excitedly.

“Yes, master.”

Leaning back on your bed and spreading your legs expectantly, you motion him toward you.

“Come eat.”

Elated to be given the green light, Goo crawls closer to you. Starting at your neatly pedicured toes, he admires them before proceeding to give you a foot rub as an apology for having you stand and wait for him. He then presses a light kiss on your ankle, his mouth trailing all the way up the entirety of your leg; savoring the feel of your skin against his lips and drinking in the scent of your toasty vanilla scented lotion. When he reaches your inner thigh, he could taste the faint remains of your arousal from earlier and began to greedily lap at the flesh; making sure to get every last bit on both of your thighs. Finally getting to the treasure between your legs, Goo buries his face into your pantyclad cunt and inhales deeply; his cock twitches at the familiar scent and he hums gleefully. As Goo continues to smell you through your panties, you roll your eyes while your fingers weave themselves into his hair before you tug him away from your snatch.

“I said eat. Quit messing around.” You chide before releasing him.

“Yes, master.” Goo replies softly. He reaches for the waistband of your panties and you lift your hips slightly to assist him as he pulls off the dainty fabric then sets it off to the side neatly.

Hooking his arms around your thighs, Goo pulls you closer before diving right in. His tongue lapped at your lower lips voraciously. He licked hot stripes over your cunt, spreading your arousal all over his face and chin as he eagerly tasted you; no spot was left untouched. When Goo came in contact with your clit, he had initially just grazed it over briefly with the tip of his tongue. That eventually transitioned into gentle flickering motions. The sensation had you bucking against his face. But when he started to suck on your clit, your hands were back in his hair holding Goo in place and encouraging him to keep up the action. You kept your moans soft but the amount of juices that leaked from you were a dead giveaway to how aroused you were. Pleased to see you enjoying yourself so much, Goo had then eased a finger into your pussy while simultaneously suckling on the small bundle of nerves. The combination had nearly made you cry out but you opted to bite your lip in order to keep the sounds that threatened to leave you at bay. Slipping in a second finger, you gasp at the intrusion and start to buck against the digits.

“Faster.” You managed to get out lowly.

Since his mouth was full, Goo had only hummed in response to your demand and it had sent even more pleasure throughout your body. Picking up the pace, Goo’s fingers continue to work their magic on you in tandem with his tongue. The skill that this man possessed was no joke and he had you feeling like you could orgasm at any second.

And that was exactly what he wanted. Nothing brought Goo more pleasure than making you cum over and over and over; essentially until you were begging him to stop. However tonight, in order to maintain your dominance you would have to restrain yourself. Holding out for as long as you could, you lay there admiring Goo and how gorgeous he looked between your legs; Greedily lapping up the seemingly endless amount of juices that leaked from your core and massaging the deepest part of your walls with his fingers.

“Master, I'm so thirsty.” He says as he looks up at you longingly; his thumb occupying your clit the moment his lips left the small pearl.

The desperation in his voice makes your walls pulse around his fingers; it's so erotic it makes you wanna give in to him. But you stood your ground.

“Work for it then.” You tell him in an unamused tone. Detaching yourself from him and groaning at the loss connection, you then instruct him to lay on the bed. With the change in position, you get your first glance at how hard Goo had gotten. His cock was throbbing for attention and basically weeping precum from the tip. Once he was situated on the bed, you went over to him and made yourself comfortable on his face; his tongue was already out and eagerly waiting for your pussy. While you sat on his face, you faced toward Goo’s cock; observing the way it twitched and jumped as he ate you out. It begged for your touch and you contemplated whether or not you should indulge him. Your train of thought falters when Goo slips his tongue inside of you and starts tasting your inner walls. A small moan escapes you at the action and your hips automatically start grinding against him. Before you could get too carried away, you lean over his body and let yourself have a small taste of the precum that leaked from his tip; giving Goo a small feel of your tongue which was enough to make him groan at the contact.

After that, you go back to simply enjoying the feeling of Goo's tongue on your lady parts. Riding his tongue without abandon and smearing your arousal all over his face. It wasn't until he reached around and started massaging your clit, you were taken by surprise and your body betrayed you. You had finally come undone and Goo was more than happy to slurp up the aftermath of your release.

“Thank you, master.” He mumbled against your skin, the cheekiness evident in his tone as he had finally gotten what he wanted. Getting off of his face and opting to straddle his waist instead; you lean in close and stare him down.

“You're welcome, kitty.” You say with a saccharine smile before you proceed to lick his face and remove any remains of your climax.

Afterwards, you pin his arms above his head and swiftly bind his wrists with the silk scarves that decorate your headboard. Now, knowing that he couldn't get handsy with you; you capture his lips in a ferocious kiss, tasting yourself on him and moaning at the flavor. Your tongue forces its way into your mouth and plays with his. Twisting and dancing together lewdly as you savor each other. While you had him distracted, you eased yourself on to his cock and moaned at the stretch. The sensation of being enveloped in your walls had shocked Goo so much, he had broken the kiss. Finally feeling your slick heat surround him paired with the vibrations from the cock ring was like some twisted version of heaven to him. Sitting up straight, you start to ride his dick hard and fast; your hands moving to play with his hard nipples. Knowing that was an extremely sensitive spot for him, you had him moaning like a bitch. Feeling his cock twitching against your walls, you halt your movements abruptly; causing him to start bucking into you. Unamused, you shift your weight to pin his thighs down against the mattress.

“Were you gonna try to cum without asking for permission first?” You ask him in disbelief. Instead of giving you a verbal response he only looks away in embarrassment; his cheeks forming a rosy tint on them. Irritated by his lack of answer, you clench your walls against him. “Were you?”

“Yes, master.” He responds meekly.

Clicking your tongue in disappointment, you unmount yourself from his length and sit on his lower stomach; an obscene amount of fluid leaking from between your legs and covering his skin. Goo groans at the loss of contact paired with the tantalizing visual.

“Please, master. I'll be good.” He begs.

“I don't wanna hear it.” You snap, getting off of him and grabbing your previously discarded panties and shoving them in his mouth. Grabbing another silk scarf you had used it to cover his eyes as a makeshift blindfold.

“You can lay here and think about what you did.” You tell him, sauntering off and making it sound like you left the room.

“But master!” he calls out to you.

While he had laid there blind and bound, you had quietly studied him from your vanity chair across the room and occasionally checked the clock to see how much time had passed. He was such a beautiful human; even in this pitiful state where he was writhing against the sheets and aching to feel your skin against his.

Ten minutes had gone by until Goo had spoken again.

“I'm really sorry, master.” He says out loud.

Quietly making your way toward the bed, you lean over and get in close to his cock.

“Really?” You ask, making him feel your breath against his skin. Goo shivers at the sensation and starts writhing once more.

“Yes, please, master.” He begs again, squirming against the sheets.

Hearing the small sigh of defeat you let out, he knows you’ve given to him but when he doesn’t feel the warmth of your walls around him once more, he begins to fuss.

“Master—” he starts to whine.

“Be quiet before I send you home without cumming just like whatshisface.” You cut him off.

Deliberately moving slowly, you had resumed your position on his lap. Taking his cock in your hand, you guide it to your pussy and grind against him without letting him inside. Sighing in pleasure each time the tip bumps against your clit, you make sure to thoroughly coat his length in your wetness before finally letting him back inside.

Both of you moan out at the connection. For a few moments you remain still, enjoying the feeling of him being inside before you start slowly rolling your hips.

“Hm, I kind of wanna be held,” you start off demurely. “Should I untie you?” You ask teasingly.

“Yes, please, master.” Goo groans out. Movements unfaltering as you keep riding him, you lean over and first remove the blindfold from Goo and smile down at him fondly once his sight is restored. After that, you undo the fabric that bound his wrist. Instantly, he sits up and wraps his arms around your waist. He bucks up into you every time you come down on his cock, feeling him reach impossibly deep. The action makes you cry out and it encourages him to keep it up.

Eventually, you start to bounce on his dick faster and the rhythm the two of you had created became erratic. Burying his face in your chest, Goo had muffled his sounds against your skin; unable to take the combination of your tight pussy and the buzzing of the vibrator in his ass he was trying oh so hard to ignore. So caught up in the moment, you hadn't noticed initially but once you had caught on, your hands went to grip his hair and pull him away; looking him in the eyes intensely and quietly warning him not to do hold in any of the pathetic sounds he makes. Goo swallows hard, a small nod of understanding following before you give him a pleased smile.

When he parts his lips in a soft moan, you seize the opportunity to spit in his mouth and feel his cock pulse inside of you as a tell tale sign of how much he liked the action. You affectionately shower his face in kisses before moving to his neck and starting to lick up the beads of sweat that formed on his milky skin.

“Do you want me to cum?” You mumble against his neck before nipping at the flesh.

“Oh god, yes.” He moans out. “Please cum for me, master.”

Your lips then find his as you engage in a sloppy kiss, riding him harder and having no regard for anything except your own climax. Your walls continuously squeeze around Goo, tempting him to release but he knew there would be consequences if he finished before you did. Sneaking his hand between the two of you, he rubs your clit in furiously circles in order to coax another orgasm out of you. And of course, it works. You toss your head back, breaking the kiss and letting out a loud moan. Your mind goes blank as you feel bliss rush over you. However, your hips don't stop moving nor do they slow down as you try to prolong your climax

“May I cum, master?” Goo whispers in your ear breathlessly, his hold on you tightening as he anticipates your response.

Rather than giving him a verbal answer, you clench your walls around him tightly; provoking his release. After holding for so long, Goo's own climax builds rapidly now that he has finally received the green light from you. He bucks into you wildly, making you whimper at the feeling of your sensitive walls being worked. With a few more thrusts, your pussy milks him for all he has and his cum fills you up completely. Riding out his own orgasm, he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Thank you, master.” He says, watching with a content expression as you pull yourself off him; the privilege of being able to spill so much of his seed into you giving him this odd sense of joy.

Before you can open your mouth to tell him to get you a towel to clean up the mess he made, Goo pushes you back on the pillows and lays between your legs then lap up the cum leaking out of your hole and threatening to stain the sheets.

“Oh my god—” You pant, eyes closed and head falling back at the sensation of his tongue gliding along your swollen and sensitive folds once again; nastily slurping up the cocktail of your fluids. “You’re so greedy.” You try to chide him for acting out of line, but the silver tongue that was able to convince you into letting him be the only client you fuck is inside of you and cleaning you up so well without you even asking.

With his seemingly never ending wallet and the knack for making the games you play a little more interesting, there was a very good reason Kim Joongoo would be your favorite pet.

#lookism smut #lookism x reader #goo kim smut #goo kim scenarios #goo x reader #junggunz.txt

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I need to know: how you think bill would be in chat if he ever got the priviledge to get a phone or use a PC?What social networks would he use?

Types in all caps at all times. Punctuation optional. If someone asks him to turn off caps he instead doubles the font size. He can do this even on sites/apps that don't allow you to change the size. He won't say how.

Considering this is 2013? He's probably a pioneer in spreading misinformation and bullshit on twitter. He's one of those "MANIFEST LOVE and $$$ get your DREAM JOB through the POWER of the LAW OF ATTRACTION" cultish New Age grifters making money off a website selling self help PDFs. He's building an internet cult.

Anyone who knows him IRL gets to hear him laughing about how stupid his followers are. However it sounds like he kind of buys some of his own New Age BS to a degree that worries people.

He gets in stupid drama and then spends all night digging up something to cancel his opponent over and sic his followers on them, not because he thinks he's justified, but sheerly for the thrill of the hunt. It makes him feel powerful. His twitter has been banned four times. People run webpages dedicated to documenting his heinous bullshit. He reads them regularly.

He's waiting til 2014 when bitcoin prices drop to like $50, buying as much as he can, spending six years waiting, and selling them in 2020 for like $69,000. He runs a blog telling people to buy crypto. He can actually foresee when the prices are going to peak and fall. He doesn't share this info. He makes bank himself and gleefully ruins everyone else's finances with no regrets. (He would encourage Mabel to buy and tell her exactly what day to sell.) (He would not tell Dipper when to sell.)

He hangs out in doomsday prepper forums so that he can make up new conspiracies and see if he can make everyone even more paranoid.

He's got a youtube channel that's a mix of all of the above BS. New Age self-help buy-crypto buy-gold our-universe-isn't-real access-the-higher-planes doomsday conspiracy mishmash. You can imagine the viewers he attracts. He disdains them all and tries to make them worse on purpose. Never shows his face, every video is a slideshow of psychedelic & pseudo-religious art (mostly stolen) with a voiceover and mystical-sounding music.

Mabel gets him on tumblr, because if Mabel has any social media of course it'd be 2013 tumblr, and probably a deviantart. She's posting her art and really badly photoshopped gif edits of her favorite cartoons and musicians, and generally acts like a normal person online.

Bill's tumblr is completely divorced from all his other horrible online activity. All he posts is cryptic rhyming couplets and terrible local photos of things that fascinate him. The photos could be anything from a car with a really sweet flaming paint job to a stunningly beautiful double rainbow over pine-covered mountains to a literal pile of dog shit because he thought it was interesting how it was drying out unevenly. Once he gets investigated for arson because he posted a picture of the house in flames within three hours of the crime. (He was, in fact, guilty, but he wheedled an alibi out of friends before they knew what he was being investigated for.)

He has like eight followers. The only content he reblogs is Eye of Providence images and pyramid images, which he tags #LITERALLY ME and thinks he's hilarious for; and also every single thing Mabel posts without exception until the end of time.

#anonymous #ask #bill goldilocks cipher

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next // previous

august 17, 2021 3:00 p.m. yonsei university

[grant] did your dad apologize for being a dick, though?

[henry] of course. he was a good person and realized he was being a bit weird. he just hated noise. i think he'd have been happy to be born with a set of noise-canceling headphones attached to him.

[grant] except maybe he liked your mom’s noise from that day forward!

[henry] he did, but even if he hated it, he was probably glad to have hers back after a while. almost half the time they dated, they didn’t even live in the same country.

[henry] my mom worked at an art shop somewhere in seoul, and my dad had this sweet gig working at a museum in paris while getting a doctorate and doing some traveling, visiting art museums on every continent. he got the doctorate, but gave up the job to come back and marry my mom.

[henry] and she won out, to be honest. him teaching here was a prestigious position, and his family are pretty well off because they're in banking and all, so she got to quit her job after marriage, have me, and just sculpt for fun.

[grant] that’s the dream, right?

[henry] i think so.

[grant] it’s nice to be genuinely in love but also to support each other’s passions, too, whether that's helping them pursue a job or a hobby. i mean, that’s everything. that's the deepest form of connection. oh yeah, definitely the dream.

[henry] for sure. there wasn’t much for my mom to help with because she was never wealthy and her parents weren’t either, but she was a huge moral support. she was my dad’s biggest fan. sometimes getting a doctorate sucked, and he wanted to quit, but it was hard to quit with her on the sidelines cheering.

[henry] that’s like me and soobin. not much i can do on the money front because i'm not rich and i won't take money from my parents, and i couldn’t help with her medical school because i'm a certifiably terrible student, but i can be and am her cheerleader.

[henry] and i may not have been a photographer without her. being an artist is the worst career choice unless someone else has money to throw at the bills. and i make an okay salary! i have solid clientele booking all year long, but i don't charge what i "should" because i feel wrong asking too much money to do wedding photos and all. that shit's expensive - i'll take a small cut off the going rate so they get all they want for the big day.

[henry] besides, the one thing in life that makes me nervous is clients being unhappy. everything else about a wedding goes away except the photos. if they're unhappy, i'd rather the pricing not be an extra issue, you know? at least let it be a cheap mistake.

[grant] but you would have still pursued this, right? i can’t imagine you not at least trying it out. you have always been set on some kind of photography as a career. even when you were having a crisis around college graduation about whether you should pursue high-brow art or something very human and realistic like you do now, you never questioned if photography was your truth.

[henry] i would have. i've always known it was my goal. i just think the financial stress may have worn me down eventually if she wasn’t willing to shoulder an extra share of the burden. like i said, charging people themselves is a strange thing, and you just never know what can happen. sure, i did end up with a good brand through putting myself out there on social media, but that was no guarantee.

[henry] if that hadn't worked out, i'd have been in trouble. and when you don't have a lot of clients or reach, you have to be conservative and sometimes that hurts you on growth. blah blah blah. point is, i owe soobin a lot, both for financial support and her total faith in me.

[grant] well, teamwork makes the dream work and all that!

[henry] hey, you're part of the team, too. there's no one else i'd rather call at 3AM asking to check the red balance on my pictures because everything looks green to me. and as it turns out, having a friend with a massive family who host many events requiring photography is excellent for clientele building.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #LORE DUMP LORE DUMP WOOHOO #also in terms of characterization henry's mom is very new but idc i literally love her!! xoxo #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: henry

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year

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Protective bachelors headcanonssssss?

Yeeesssss!

Usually when people ask for "bachelors", I think about like "they are not yet 'Farmer's partner" because they are a 'singles', but I'm always not sure if I'm getting it right. Therefore, I try to find an alternative and write in a way that candidates would behave in both cases. I hope this makes sense.

By the way, I took the word "protective" in different ways. I mean, you can protect them from bullies, from natural disasters, from danger, from themselves if such a case ever occurs. I was interested in experiencing with this writing. Feel free to write criticism and suggest if such a headcanon deviates from the essence of the issue, I'm interested to know your opinion.

Anyway, thank for your ask, anon))))

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Alex:

Alex has been volunteering as a beach lifeguard for years. Given his physical qualities, ability to swim well and basic knowledge of first aid, this role suits him perfectly, so he agreed to volunteer and keep the beach safe every summer.

But it's fall now, too cold for the beach season, so no one needs his skills for now. So Alex thought until the Farmer, fishing on the river bank near Alex's house, fell for some reason directly into the rushing waters. The athlete acted faster than he thought: a jump into the water - and he is already dragging the Farmer to land. Alex carefully examined the Farmer to understand their condition, and when he was convinced that everything was alright with them, he took them home, where Evelyn brought a blanket and a cup of hot tea for the Farmer after a cold bath.

Whether or not the Farmer knew how to swim at the time, Alex now always watches over them when they fish near his house and moves them away from the river to prevent this from happening again.

Elliott:

There was one case when one of the tipsy tourists began to pester the Farmer with an offer to go on a date together. And when the Farmer politely refused the offer, they received threats and promises from the interlocutor to spoil the image of their farm. No one knows how long this clowning would have continued if an enraged Elliott had not approached them.

I can't get the fact out of my head that Elliott will challenge this asshole to a duel like the old fashioned way. It doesn't matter if the Farmer is just a good friend or his partner, the writer is determined to uphold their honor. Of course, here it will do without pistols, but still there is a theatrical note.

But that doesn't mean that Elliott is deliberately turning it into a theatre, oh no. He is fully prepared to fight this ill-mannered interlocutor on the battlefield, whether it be a verbal skirmish or a fist fight. Even if physical superiority is not on Elliott's side, he was able to successfully teach the offender a lesson, although now his nose is covered in blood. The Farmer, treating Elliott's wounds, must admit that they obviously did not expect this from him and were grateful for the support.

Sebastian:

Sebastian was surprised that the Farmer knew so little about social media. Like, they and Sebby are the same age, but if Sebastian himself makes magic with his programming skills, then the Farmer is more like an elder who was given a new phone by grandchildren and don't know how to use this device.

Therefore, Sebastian suggested that they create their own page on the Internet, where they will post their photos and posts on their favorite topics, for example, about farming, or life hacks on growing different crops. To which the Farmer happily agreed, rejoicing at the opportunity to put up tips that will help people. But, unfortunately, in addition to good people there will always be fools, trolls and bots in the vastness of the World Wide Web, which can not only spoil a person’s mood, but also put them into a depressive state.

Sebastian may still feel awkward talking to people face-to-face, but with a snap of his fingers, he will permanently ban nasty people from the Farmer's page while they don't see. Fair criticism is one thing, but just being toxic is another. Sebby won't just watch his friends get bullied by some idiots on the other side of the monitor, right?

Shane:

Shane doesn't get paid enough for this shit. Stupid boss, stupid Joja products, stupid co-workers (not counting Sam and that cashier). This was not enough for him, so now he saw through the window of the store how one of the Joja loaders clings to the Farmer. He can't make out what started the skirmish, but Shane heard loud and clear the phrases about the Farmer "our goods are better than yours", "bastard" and "bitch".

And at that moment, Shane's patience snapped. This pissed him off so much that he went to yell at that freak, not afraid of losing his miserable job.

Do you think Shane can't intimidate a bully enough? Have you ever seen his face when he's angry? This is the face of a man who will fight with God for the sake of people dear to him. For his aunt, goddaughter, chicken Charlie and the Farmer (friend or partner), he will tear off the offender's hands. Even though Morris issued a fine to both Joja employees for "spoiling the image of the company", Shane does not care. No one dares to offend them and think that the asshole will get away with it.

Harvey:

Merciful Yoba, give Harvey great patience. Because if he does not have enough patience, then brute force will come into play. What kind of stubborn fool do you have to be to get out of bed immediately after you had an emergency operation!?

The wounded Farmer after another adventure in the mines became an all-too-frequent sight in Harvey's clinic, but this time the case was quite dangerous. Harvey, as a professional in his field, quickly treated the Farmer's wounds, brought food and ordered them to rest for at least a couple of days. But they declared that the farm would wither without them and were preparing to get out of the hospital bed.

Because of this, Harvey's angelic patience finally snapped and he barked that he would tie the young troublemaker to the bed if they tried to get up again. This cooled the Farmer's ardor, and they obediently lay down again. Harvey, regretting his words, quickly apologized to the Farmer, explaining that he was very worried about their health no longer as a doctor, but as a friend (or more than a friend?). Every time he worries about their health, because they have become a close person to him. To which the ashamed Farmer also asked for forgiveness and thanked Harvey for his care and patience.

Sam:

After Sam's first concert ended successfully, he invited his band members and the Farmer to stay a little longer in Zuzu City for a bite to eat before the road. The Farmer offered to buy everyone burgers and sodas in the cafe while Sam, Sebby, and Abby took a table outside. It's been 30 minutes, and the Farmer still hasn't left the burger place, so Sam decided to check what took them so long. And the delay was because of another visitor to that cafe, who, in a drunken stupor, tried to prove to everyone that the Farmer had stolen their wallet. Neither the seller nor the Farmer themselves were able to calm down the raging visitor.

Sam approached the Farmer at the moment when the problem was solved by itself: no one stole the guy's wallet, he just put them in another pocket of his jacket. But instead of apologizing, the drunkard said that the Farmer could have stolen anyway.

To which Sam, with all his positive and ability to find a common language with everyone, barked at an unpleasant person, saying that the loser should get lost. His tirade somehow worked, and the man left. Sam doesn't like watching his friends get hurt, so he apologized if he scared the Farmer with his swearing. To which the Farmer themselves thank for the help and note that they have never heard such cursing from Sam. Well, yeah Sam is no longer a child! ... But anyway, don't tell his mother that he expressed himself like that, okay? For silence - delicious burgers, at his expense 😉

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv elliott #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv alex

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Pull the Trigger IX (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello! A bit late, sorry! I just got home🥲 I’ll try to post the next chapter as soon as I can🫶🏼

Warnings: mild smut👀 mentions of past abuse, mentions of alcohol, anxiety...

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Alfred had cancelled on you. Apparently, he had missed an important date with Elsewith and he had gotten a last minute reservation on a very expensive place to apologise. You understood, but couldn’t help but sigh in disappointment when you saw his text. Thora was out with Hvitserk again. Since they had formalised their relationship it was almost like they spent even more time together than before. She had insisted on staying with you, but you practically forced her to go, feeling too guilty for having ruined her big night some days ago.

Almost a week had passed, and you had hoped you could talk to Alfred about what Ivar had said to you. You hadn’t had the chance to do it earlier, as the last time you saw him you had spent hours crying because of Erik. You had never seen Alfred so angry at someone, and while it was comforting, you still were overthinking Ivar’s words.

But then again, he didn’t contact you anymore. He wasn’t in class that week, and he was nowhere to be found on campus. You had his number and could have easily texted him, but then again you didn’t know what to say.

Because you weren’t sure of what he had said.

He was at Valhalla. You knew it because Ingrid had texted you, telling you she had seen him inside when she had entered, and you had tried to convince yourself you didn’t care, but a part of you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You had gone through Ubbe’s posts on social media until you found him at the background of one of his videos. Sigurd had also posted things but as the brothers couldn’t stand each other you didn’t bother to look for Ivar in his videos. Thora had told you they’d head to Valhalla around midnight, so you kept glancing at the clock, knowing that Hvitserk was the one that would post the pictures of Ivar, given they were the closest ones.

You just wanted to see him, to see he was okay, because even if you had tried your best not to acknowledge it, you missed him. You would be forever mad for not remembering most part of that night, when you had slept in his bed and he had taken care of you. The simple thought made you feel something strange that was both worrying and comforting at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, you got up from the couch and entered the bathroom for a quick shower. The horrible movie you were watching was forgotten as you entered your room, immediately opening your wardrobe to try and find something to wear. After almost crying a few times, you decided on a black velvet dress. It was short and had cleavage, not quite what you’d usually wear for a night out, but Valhalla wasn’t a normal club and it was very far from your usual trusted bar, so you put on some thighs and your favourite tall boots that Thora had gifted you last Christmas because of how many times you’d ask her for hers.

After frowning at your own reflection for a good ten minutes before moving back to the bathroom to wash your face and put some makeup on. Half an hour later you were ready, picking up your phone, wallet and keys and quickly turned off the TV and the lights, leaving your flat before you could change your mind.

Calling an Uber was way more than your bank account could afford, so you took the bus and walked towards the club, hoping Ivar would still be there when you managed to get in. It was cold, and the slow queue didn’t help. You checked your phone a few times until you realised the battery was very low. Thora had messaged you, asking if everything was okay, you replied quickly, telling her you were fine and debating whether you should tell her you were at the club or not.

But just when you were going to do so, the doorman called you. The rest of the queue looked at you up and down, some of them with annoyance and even hatred, but you didn’t say a word as the doorman lifted the rope, letting you in.

Flashbacks of the first time you stepped into that club made you take a deep breath as you left your coat on the wardrobe next to the door and thanked the girl that took it with a tense smile. You didn't even know what you were doing there, you didn’t know what you would say to Ivar if you could talk to him. You made your way to the VIP zone, your heart racing when you saw Whitehair. Wherever he was, Ivar was never too far away.

Your eyes finally found him. He was standing, leaning on his crutch and with a drink on his other hand. But you stopped walking towards him when you saw who he was talking to.

It was a woman, a tall, beautiful woman with brown hair. You could only see her back, but your mouth dried when you saw her curves, hugged by a beautiful red dress. You were sure she was stunning, and Ivar was so close to her, talking to her…

You felt like throwing up, suddenly you were the idiot that had come all the way to Valhalla to talk to him after not hearing from him in days. Thinking he liked you.

Looking around, feeling the tears fill your eyes, you took a deep breath. Should you get a drink or just go home?.

When you looked back towards Ivar, you found his eyes. He looked surprised to see you there, and you could see his lips saying your name, but you turned around and left for the toilets, unable to face him at that moment. Then you heard him calling you a bit louder, but you were already entering the women’s toilet and ignored him. Great, now he knew you were there. That was even more humiliating.

There were two girls inside the bathroom, talking cheerfully as they retouched their makeup, who looked at you as soon as you barged in, clearing your throat. They looked at you up and down, frowning, but you didn’t even look at them, running your hand through your hair and taking another deep breath.

Your relief didn’t last, as someone else entered the bathroom and startled the girls.

“You” Ivar pointed at them “Out”

They didn’t say a word. Instead, they grabbed their things and left quickly, barely glancing at you as they closed the door behind them.

“This is the girls’ bathroom” you said, looking anywhere but at him.

“I don’t care, toilets don’t have a gender” he replied, annoyed.

“Someone could enter…”

“Whitehair is outside” he interrupted you, shrugging “What are you doing here?”

“I don’t even know” you muttered, turning back to the mirror to try and fix your makeup “I guess I wanted to talk to you”

“Did anything happen?” he frowned in confusion “Did Erik…?”

“No, don’t say his name” you sighed “No, not everything is about him, I just wanted to talk to you because you said things the last time I saw you that I… Have been thinking about it, but I don’t know what to think and it’s killing me, but then I come here and I see you with someone else and I realise I’m an idiot and you probably didn’t mean what I thought you meant and now I really want to be alone…”

“Wait, wait, slow down” he frowned, interrupting you “Someone else?”

“Yes, the girl you were talking to, I just… I misunderstood what you told me the other day, it’s my fault, now if you excuse me…”

“Wait, let me talk” he grabbed your arm as soon as you tried to walk towards the door “That girl you saw me talk to is my sister”

You felt as if someone just threw a bucket with ice and water all over you.

“Your… Sister?”

“Yes, well, my half sister, Gyda” he shrugged “She’s my dad’s daughter but her mother is Lagertha, she’s Björn’s sister, she lives in Hedeby with her mother but she came to Kattegat to visit us”

“I…” you groaned again, closing your eyes. If you thought nothing could be more humiliating than thinking Ivar was with someone else when you came to see him, you were wrong “Sorry, I… Never saw your sister before”

“Were you jealous?”

Flustered, you looked away again. Ivar had a smirk on his lips and his cocky expression only made you want to hit him really hard.

“No” you scoffed “I’m just… I didn’t want to interrupt you”

“Well, you did interrupt me with your dramatic escape and making me chase you” he chuckled “I’m not complaining, though”

Rolling your eyes, you finally looked at him, realising you couldn’t escape now and had to tell him exactly what you had come to tell him.

“The other day…” you sighed “You said you cared about me”

He hummed, nodding his head and almost pouting. His eyes were widened and you had to force yourself to stop looking into them.

“I’m not sure I understand what you meant by that”

Ivar sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand.

“You are dense sometimes, did you know that?”

You gasped, offended.

“And you are rude” you replied, scoffing.

“I was going to kiss you” he ignored you “And you still don't understand what I meant?”

You were left speechless. It was true that you had thought about it, but there was a part of you that insisted that it couldn’t be true. That you weren’t the kind of girl Ivar Lothbrok would like.

“I didn’t know if I had imagined it or not, I just…”

“Can I kiss you?” he interrupted you again, and you blinked a couple of times “Now, so you stop talking”

“Okay, you are very rude, and if this is your way of flirting let me tell you it won’t…”

You didn’t get to finish that sentence, because Ivar leant in to press his lips against yours. You gasped in surprise, but closed your eyes as soon as he deepened the kiss, his free hand landed on your waist, and you let yourself relax between his body and the sink behind you. His lips were warm, and tasted a bit like alcohol and cigarettes, but they were sweet and softer than you had imagined. Because you had imagined it. Even though no one of your daydreams was nearly as good as the actual kiss. You almost felt like you had never been kissed before, and his scent felt almost intoxicating when you breathed into it.

Ivar hummed against your lips, making you sigh at the sound. You weren’t sure of when exactly you started to like Ivar that much but you felt unable to kiss anyone else after that kiss, especially when he broke it, moving away just a few centimetres just to chuckle and give you a small peck before you could even open your eyes.

His blue eyes were the first thing you saw when you finally opened yours, and you could feel the heat underneath your skin and hear your accelerated heartbeat. You wondered, embarrassed, if he could also notice.

“Sorry, I just have wanted to do that for a long time” he said, tilting his head with his smirk back on his lips. You cleared your throat.

“That was also very rude of you”

“It was also very rude of you to interrupt my conversation with my sister” he shrugged “We’re even”

“I didn’t interrupt it, I…”

“You did, by running away after getting my attention, jealous” he leant in again to whisper against your ear. You didn’t know if he put that with many other girls, but it was definitely working because you almost moaned “And wearing this”

His free hand, which he had leant on the sink to support his weight, tugged at your dress, making you look down.

“I had to wear it because otherwise I wouldn’t have entered your elitist, corrupted club”

He laughed then, shaking his head.

“The doorman knows who you are, you would get in even if you were wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants”

“Well, I decided not to risk it” you shrugged, trying not to overthink his words -because if you did you would probably start hyperventilating.

Ivar smiled again. Obviously he had drunk, being way more relaxed than you had ever seen him. Was that the real Ivar?

“I thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me” you bit your lip “I thought you hated me”

“I beat up a guy that drugged you, Y/N”

“Yes, but that’s just your mob boss complex”

“I’m going to ignore that”

“But you called me a bitch” you crossed your arms, forcing him to move slightly backwards “And you said my life was worthless”

Ivar sighed, nodding and closing his eyes.

“You really got on my last nerve, but you’re lucky, others ended up dead for less”

You rolled your eyes, an amused smile on your lips.

“Stop doing that, I don’t believe you, you act like you’re all dangerous, cruel and heartless but there you were taking care of me when I couldn’t even walk, you’re just a normal guy”

Ivar shrugged, but he didn’t look bothered by your comment. In some way, you could see why so many people were afraid of him, he could be intimidating. But he had just asked for permission to kiss you and then had interrupted you with a kiss… He couldn’t be that bad.

“That’s the point” he licked his lips, shrugging again “I’m not meant to be dangerous to you”

“I’m serious”

“About what?”

“You act like that but then you come to my house to bring me my clothes and see if I’m okay, and then you start yelling and almost kiss me but then don’t talk to me for days…”

“Isn’t it obvious, Y/N?”

You knew it was obvious, but at the same time it was too obvious to be real. Everything seemed more of a fantasy you had built inside your head in which Ivar Lothbrok liked you even before you talked to each other for the first time. And for some reason that thought didn’t bother you, quite the contrary, it made you fluster and smile like an idiot.

“No, I want you to say it” you took a deep breath “Loud and clear, no indirects”

Ivar looked taken aback, almost like no one had ever asked him to talk about his feelings before. Looking around, he stepped back, suddenly nervous. He felt his mouth drying and a strange feeling in his stomach. He was nervous. Him, who had killed people in cold blood, who dealt with terrifying people that doubled his age and experience, who had had guns pointed at him and his brothers and that was used to deal with people that wanted him dead was a nervous wreck in front of a girl that asked him to talk about his feelings for her.

Well, it wasn’t just a girl, it was you.

Ivar still remembered the first time he had seen you. Sitting next to Alfred, you were frowning down at your notes and comparing them with his while he laughed. Then he had seen you many times around campus, you were all the time with Thora or Alfred, but whenever you were alone he never dared to approach you. Until one day Hvitserk saw him looking at you, and Ivar had made him look at your friend. She’s cute, Hvitserk had said, but his smirk had told him he had liked her.

And then he only had to wait. Ivar hoped you’d never heard about the fifty kroner he gave to that girl that sat next to him to go up and seat next to Alfred. Just to have you close, as he knew it was the only time you’d be close to him.

He was glad to see he had been wrong for the first time in his life.

“I…” he cleared his throat, his heart was beating so hard against his chest that he was afraid of you hearing it, and also of having a heart attack “I care for you”

You raised your eyebrow.

“Is that all I’m getting? After you barging into my house to yell how you tricked your brother into dating my best friend because you couldn’t talk to me”

Ivar couldn’t believe you had memorised his exact words.

“I didn’t barge, you invited me in”

“That’s not the point”

Ivar took a deep breath, and when his blue eyes looked right into yours again you almost groaned out loud.

“I like you, Y/N” he said. It was the first time you saw him being somewhat vulnerable. His cheeks were reddened, he kept biting his lower lip softly, looking everywhere but at you, his head down. Almost like a teenager waiting for a scolding.

You couldn’t help your lips curving softly with a smile. You also felt flustered. Hell, your heart was beating so fast you could barely hear anything over it. Ivar gulped, suddenly watching you carefully. Please, don’t laugh, don’t make fun of me.

He didn’t like to feel vulnerable or open, he didn’t want anyone knowing he liked you, not even you, because it was the only effective weapon that could really hurt him.

“So you’re not heartless after all”

It was a mere whisper, but he heard you perfectly fine, even if he didn’t reply. What was he supposed to say? That you couldn’t tell anyone? That it was fine if you didn’t feel the same?. He skipped all of that during his teenage years and had no idea of how he was supposed to react.

But he didn’t need to. Suddenly you approached him, making him freeze and grab his crutch tighter than ever. He’d swear he heard it crack, but he didn’t really care because you grabbed his neck and pulled him down as you got on your tiptoes, kissing him.

It was almost like your warm lips melted him. Literally. Ivar couldn’t recall a moment in which he had felt so hot. He leant against the closest wall he had, letting the crutch fall to the floor just to touch you with both hands. You glanced at the thrown crutch quickly, but his lips against your jaw and travelling down your neck distracted you. He was intoxicating, warm, his scent made you dizzy and the way he was kissing you… His lips captured your upper lip, and he kissed you with urgency, passion and need, almost like he’d die if he stopped.

You weren’t complaining, though. His hands had found their way to your ass, but they kept touching you everywhere, leaving a warm, tickly path behind. You jumped and gasped when his fingers brushed against the bare skin of your legs, and Ivar seemed to find that amusing. His hand was warm when he finally touched your thigh, and you felt a familiar wave travel down your lower belly and sex. You only broke the kiss to catch air for a couple of seconds before kissing him again. This time your hands travelled down his neck and shoulders, letting yourself touch his chest, hard and muscular from carrying his own weight for his whole life. Just when your hand reached his belt and his was already under your dress getting closer and closer, someone knocked on the door, startling you.

Then you realised you were about to have sex with Ivar Lothbrok in a public bathroom. Your last week self would have been very scandalised.

Stepping away, you turned to look at yourself in the mirror. Your lips were reddened and swollen and you were thankful for not having worn lipstick. Your eyes were teary and your makeup was a bit ruined, but you only smudged it a bit with your fingers and hoped everyone would be too drunk and it would be too dark to notice.

Ivar reached for his crutch, raising his voice to let Whitehair know he was fine. You wondered whether you should help and reach his crutch for him, but he managed just fine, knowing exactly which movements he needed to do. When he was standing again, he looked at you. His expression was softer. You couldn’t remember the expression he had when he had taken care of you, but you liked to think it was the same one.

“Ubbe is probably freaking out because I left” he shrugged “Do you want a drink?”

“I… Think I should go home” you cleared your throat “It’s late”

Ivar raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll take you home later”

You didn’t even try to argue, because you knew you’d stay. For some reason, you wanted to spend a bit more time with that new Ivar you were discovering. The one that didn’t act like a pretentious asshole.

His soft expression disappeared as soon as he opened the door. Whitehair looked at him and then at you, frowning and clenching his jaw. You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at him, making Ivar clear his throat and grab your arm quickly. The people queuing at the door didn’t say anything, but looked at you up and down and you instantly knew all of Kattegat would know you had been locked in a toilet with Ivar Lothbrok by morning.

You did smirk at Whitehair when you finally stepped in the VIP zone as he stayed at the entrance with a frown in his already harsh face. You could feel some people staring and just when you were thinking about texting both Thora and Ingrid to let them know you were there, someone practically tackled you, making you yelp and almost fall to the floor. Thora squealed in excitement and you could tell she had already had a few drinks when she looked at you, her cheeks reddened and a stupidly wide smile on her lips.

“You’re here!” she jumped next to you. Ivar glared at her, rolling his eyes, but Hvitserk asked him something and his attention diverted soon enough “Where were you? Ubbe told us you were here but that you disappeared suddenly… I was worried! Do you want a drink? Ingrid is here too!”

“Wow” you chuckled, grabbing her shoulders to keep her in place “Sorry, I had to go to the toilet… I found him on my way back and he told me you were here”

“Him being Ivar” she giggled, almost like it was a joke you didn’t get “Okay, a drink?”

You nodded, if you had to deal with the entire Lothbrok clan and drunk Thora you might as well get even.

You didn’t get a second to breathe, as soon as Thora left to grab you a drink, someone else approached.

She was even more stunning up close. Gyda had a beautiful, long hair that seemed to be brown but was darkened by the lowlights of the club. She wore a beautiful and probably very expensive red dress that you’d swear you had seen on some runway on YouTube. When the lights illuminated her face you could distinguish greenish eyes, more similar to Hvitserk than to Ivar’s, but you couldn’t tell the exact colour.

She shot you a big smile. She was older, older than you and Ivar, maybe in her thirties already, but she could have been twenty-five and you wouldn’t have been surprised. You only realised you were staring with your mouth agape until she spoke.

“Hello, you must be Y/N” she grabbed your hand enthusiastically “I’m Gyda, I’m Ivar’s sister… Half-sister” she chuckled “It’s great to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you these days! Mostly from the boys teasing Ivar, but they were only good things, don’t worry”

You wondered what good things the Lothbrok brothers had to say about you, but decided to ignore it and smiled back at her shyly.

“Hi” you nodded “Yes, I’m Y/N, it’s great to meet you too”

“Wow, you’re really pretty” she looked almost excited, her eyes scanning you up and down, then she giggled “Ivar already said it, but I don’t trust his taste very often so I’m surprised, but you’re beautiful, I love your dress!”

“Why, thank you” you chuckled nervously, feeling mortified as her smile widened even more.

“Hvitserk told me you’re giving my littlest brother a hard time… Whatever you’re doing, he probably deserves it so you have my full support!”

“Okay, Gyda, that’s enough, thank you so much” an annoyed Ivar appeared beside you, glaring at his sister. She winked at you, amused, before turning around and leaving. You turned to Ivar with a frown.

“What are you telling your family about me?” you narrowed your eyes, Ivar rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Only your terrible taste in men and your inability to pay attention in class”

You scoffed, but your lips curved in a smile.

“Someone is calling you” he pointed at the bar, where Thora tried to grab your attention to point at the drink on her hand. Hvitserk looked more in love than ever next to her.

“I better go before she drinks it” you grimaced.

“Okay”

A moment of silence. Ivar looked at you with his soft expression that had disappeared as soon as you had left the toilet, but before you could act on your instincts and kiss him again, he turned around, going back to the couch where Ubbe was sitting talking to some people you didn’t know.

“Ivar” you reached to grab his hand before he could get too far, and the both of you froze almost instantly, realising what you had done. When he turned to look at you he had a surprised look on his face, which you were sure mirrored your own “Um… Thank you”

You didn’t specify why but he already knew. He nodded slowly as you let his hand go, hurrying to the bar where Thora waited for you. Ivar let himself fall on the couch next to his brother, looking around to make sure no one had seen that. Then he looked down, hoping the darkness would hide the stupid smile he had on his face.

Because it had been the first time you had called him by his name.

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aropride · 9 months

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listened to a podcast from tumblr ceo matt mullenweg abt his plans for tumblr and such and wrote down some quotes i found Interesting . (some are not word for word bc auditory processing + memory etc but i tried to stick to what he said as much as i could)

(on being ceo of a social network) "it is as hard as being the leader of a country"

"it needs to do a good job at showing you things you want to see- so both the people you follow but maybe also exposing you to new things you don't know about yet"

"people want their own home on the web, they want it to be something reflects them, not the needs of an advertiser"

"how do we make this amazing and really give the tumblr community what they deserve, and also give the world an alternative from these closed-proprietary advertisement-driven social networks?"

"you can have custom themes, you can customize it every little bit .. what we wanna do is making it be the best of both worlds, giving you the full customization that u currently have on tumblr, that u also have on wordpress, but still provide a streamlined interface, particularly on mobile ... you kind of move in and out of that full customization"

"that's ultimately what we're about, is giving power in the hands of users"

"what people really want isnt what they say they want ... its kind of like expressed preferences vs stated preferences ... thats probably why [other social medias] dont give u total control over ur algorithm"

"i want to have a path where you can start with, call it 'just' a tumblr ... but if you want to turn that into an e-commerce store, or customize it in a different way, or build a newsletter, or a mailing list, or create a membership site- these are all things that are supported by wordpress today"

"tumblr's userbase are primarily young .. more women than men which isnt common in technology .. its a very safe place and vibrant community for lgbt+, i think its over a quarter of the userbase.. kind of a place for art and artists"

"how do we make that a path to the wordpress open source community ... excited about ..bringing a younger demographic into wordpress"

"[the amount of new users from twitter/reddit are] less than you would think in the long term"

(to reddit/twt migrants) "give us feedback! what do you miss from the old thing when you move over?"

"i'd definitely like it to be as big as twitter or instagram"

"for tumblr for example i think [AI] could make our developers a lot more productive, their coding could be checked/tested by ai, .. that'll allow us to do a lot more .. maybe our pace of development could increase."

"ai can be a huge help in assisting on moderation, if it could help flag things before people even report them, that someone could look at and review."

"the algorithm [for the feed/dashboard] is a form of ai- its really machine learning, people use the terms interchangeably- if we could make the feed a lot better, we could tweak it and really learn the things u want to see and the people u want to follow"

"it could provide some really cool tools, when u think of the generative ai stuff, whether its dall-e or midjourney. so much of what people do on tumblr is expressing art and creativity, and theres some people who are resistant to this, but im actually hearing far more artists that are like 'wow! this is another tool in my toolbox!' its not just like using it instead of doing ur work, it's helping with the first draft, or helping u come up with new ideas, or maybe accelerating part of a workflow. so i see it like a new type of paintbrush, or new colors they can use. they see it as a new way to express their creativity. to me that's also the future. .. just like any other tool, like when we moved from typewriters to word processors."

(asked if generative AI worries him) "bad actors using ai to do more bad things .. that's definitely smth that's gonna happen, that's true with any new technology. if u rob a bank before, u used to have to get away on a horse, now you can get away on a car [laugh]. so like, think of it like that. we don't say "oh, banks are gonna be robbed so much more cuz now people can drive away faster". the good guys have cars too, so the police have cars .. it becomes something that is part of society .. there's more good people than bad people"

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peaceoutofthepieces · 11 months

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Hey! I had a writing prompt idea for a Nick and Charlie one shot-ish thing. Where Charlie gets a haircut and split dyes his hair while Nick is at uni and stresses about how Nick is going to react. White he avoids FaceTiming Nick because he is too nervous Nick thinks something is up. So when Nick comes to visit to check up on Charlie he seas his hair, he loves it. Sorry that was a lot!

i’m not 100% sure this is anything like what you wanted but…enjoy??

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It’s a somewhat impulsive decision.

Charlie isn’t exactly sure where the notion comes from, originally, or why it niggles enough to stick. He isn’t sure how it ends up feeling at once like a necessity and something not worth mentioning. He thinks about it, on and off, in an abstractly curious and urgently eager sort of way. But no matter how often it crosses his mind, he doesn’t really bring it up to anyone—not his friends, not his parents, not Tori.

Not Nick.

He supposes it isn’t something he actually thinks he’ll do until suddenly, it’s done. Or in the overall scheme of his more noteworthy habits, it doesn’t really seem like something that will matter.

He leans more towards the former, though.

The thing is, there’s multiple factors suggesting this is something he would never dream of doing. He has various anxieties about his appearance on a regular day. He’s particularly precious about his hair. He really doesn’t like going for haircuts.

So going for a trim and then getting his hair shorter than he’s had it in over a year and bleaching half of it such a bright blond it’s basically white? Well, it can probably be considered impulsive.

It’s just that he likes it. He’s seen it over and over on social media, has admired how people’s whole air changes with confidence or simply the look itself. Has seen it done in various shades of blond, blue, red, green, and everything in between.

He’s thought about how he’d never thought about how easy a part of his appearance it could be to control, without a hint of harm.

Then it’s done, and the control immediately starts to slip under his mother’s stare.

Eventually, carefully, she says, “You didn’t tell us you were doing that.”

“I wasn’t really sure I would until I was there,” is all Charlie has to defend with. It is, at least, true.

His mum considers him for another moment. “I could’ve given you more money.”

Charlie silently breathes out his relief. “I had enough,” he assures.

Tori blinks baffled eyes at him for all of five seconds before her lips turn up in a tiny smile. “You’re stealing my dubious coping methods.”

Charlie blinks back. “I’m pretty sure you don’t have a monopoly on spontaneous haircuts.”

Tori sips her lemonade. “You’re lucky it suits you.”

Oliver gasps in delight and immediately clambers into Charlie’s arms to inspect more closely, fisting his small hand in the newly-whitened strands with care. “It’s so cool! Can I have mine like this too? Mum!”

Tao responds with curiosity but overall approval, and Elle answers Charlie’s FaceTime later that week with a shriek of delight.

Despite it maybe not holding as a reason, overall, the change doesn’t seem to matter. He gets a few compliments and no insults, though the main response is none at all, which is perfectly fine by him.

So he isn’t sure why, when it comes to it, he still can’t quite bring himself to mention it to Nick.

The haircut would be a big enough change. Charlie may be precious about his hair personally, but he also knows Nick loves it. That if, forced to choose, Nick would list it as one of his favourite physical features of Charlie’s. Charlie finds it hard to think of an instance where he and Nick have had any sort of extended affection without Nick’s hands finding their way into his curls, and the memory bank is small. Basically nonexistent.

And with Nick multiple hours away at uni, Charlie doesn’t immediately have to face Nick’s reaction to the change. It’s almost depressingly easy to hide, really, with how busy they are with their respective studies and social commitments and some minor determination on Charlie’s part.

But he doesn’t expect it can last forever, and he isn’t surprised when Nick asks.

“Should we switch to FaceTime? It’s honestly a bit embarrassing how much I miss looking at you. I feel like it’s been ages.”

The sound of Nick’s voice travels all the way from Leeds, through the tiny speaker of Charlie’s phone into his ear, caressing the corners of his mind and melting down into his chest. It’s a balm to all of Charlie’s frayed edges, and the desire to see the words from Nick’s lips, to watch his eyes crinkle as those lips turn up in a smile, is so deep that it makes Charlie ache.

“Uhm,” Charlie delays, rolling onto his back in his bed and reaching a hand up to play with the ends of his hair. His heart cracks even before he asks. “Can we maybe not tonight?”

“Oh.” Charlie hates that it’s more concern than disappointment in Nick’s voice. It only gets worse when Nick complies instantly with the request. “Yeah, of course. Are you okay, though?”

Charlie blinks harshly. “Yeah. Just really tired. Feel like I won’t be able to keep my eyes open long enough to enjoy looking at you, to be honest.”

A soft chuckle passes down the line. “You should have said,” Nick says gently. “I can go, you should get your sleep.”

Charlie shakes his head quickly. He blurts, “No,” unable to imagine lying awake alone to think about how terribly and needlessly he’s lied to his boyfriend, while worries about any possible bad reaction continue to play on loop. “I—I really miss you. Do you think you could talk to me for a bit longer? If you’re not too tired,” he hastily adds.

“Not yet.” Nick’s smile bleeds through his tone. “I miss you too.”

Charlie rolls back onto his side, drawing his legs up and tucking a hand under his cheek. “How did your match go yesterday? You told me in your texts you won, but not much else.”

Nick lets out a groan, but there’s contentment in it, and Charlie reminds himself that Nick is happy, despite the period of turmoil it took them to get there. “God, it’s so much tougher at uni level. I’m definitely not one of the bulkiest guys playing anymore and I can feel it. I hurt in places I didn’t even think could hurt.”

Charlie can’t help it—he laughs. “Maybe you’re only noticing it now because I’m not there to kiss to it better,” he says, teasing. “You know, in all those tender places.”

Nick makes a sound of vague protest. “I thought you wanted to hear about the game.”

“I do.”

“Then keep it in your pants, Charles.”

Charlie snorts. “Alright. Your loss, Nicholas.”

The smile in Nick’s voice comes through even stronger. “So, obviously I still got us a few points, but Jason did this absolutely amazing tackle, Charlie, you wouldn’t believe how good he is…”

Nick takes him through the match, and Charlie’s eyes droop even as he smiles and envisions Nick in his element, until the next thing he knows, he’s blinking his eyes open to light lancing through his curtains and his phone lost somewhere in his sheets.

He brushes Nick off in this way for weeks, despite the growing ache begging him to see Nick in any way he can. A part of him tries to believe Nick doesn’t notice, but then Nick starts checking in with him more often—questions after his well-being more than any other aspects of his day-to-day—and starts sending him increasingly enticing photos, seemingly in the hope that Charlie will send one back.

And Charlie does, now and again, of his surroundings and their friends and himself, just not with his face or hair in the frame.

Nick’s obvious notice leaks through their regular phone calls, concern bleeding into his voice in bits and pieces, and then begins invading their messages.

Nick: I feel like I haven’t seen your face in ages. I miss you so fucking much you don’t even know Char

Charlie: i’m fairly sure i do know and it’s an absolutely miserable experience

Nick: You haven’t really seemed like you wanted to FaceTime the last few times I asked

Nick: Been thinking you might have actually gotten fed up looking at me lol

Charlie: never!!!! nick i want literally nothing more than to see you all the time i promise

Charlie: let’s not pretend we aren’t both aware of how painfully attracted i am to you literally 100% of the time

Charlie: i guess things have just been sort of hectic and i haven’t felt like it

Charlie: i’m sorry

Nick: NO don’t be sorry!!

Nick: I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad Char I swear

Nick: I only ever want you to be comfortable and okay with me

Nick: This time just feels like it’s been so long and I know I still won’t get to actually see you for a while and I miss you so so much

Nick: And I really don’t want to be annoying and constantly ask you how you are but I guess I’m used to just KNOWING and it’s not the same not being physically with you but it’s still so much easier when I can see your face you know? I miss your smile more than anything

Nick: I’m sorry I’m really not trying to be pushy

Nick: I sound so needy ugh

Charlie: I’m so sorry

Nick: DON’T I literally just said sorry for pushing. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do and I never want to make you feel like that

Nick: Honestly I was just trying to explain why I kept asking and that’s on me!

Nick: Please don’t feel upset or bad or anything about it I know I’ll get to see you for real soon and that’s all that matters

Nick: Can you let me know we’re okay?

Nick: Char??

Charlie isn’t so bad that he’ll ignore Nick for the next few days, but he does try his best to divert and then keep them away from straying back to the topic. It only makes him feel worse, because he’s sure he’s made Nick hesitant to ask now, even though he surely still wants to. Even though Charlie still wants him to.

But the fear has clawed into him and taken root, and so he avoids.

To the point where his boyfriend feels the need to check in with his sister.

“You’re being an idiot,” is what Tori corners him with. “You’re moping about because you miss Nick and he’s messaging me because you’re being weird and avoiding him.”

“He messaged you?” Charlie asks, anguished.

Tori huffs. “I don’t see what the problem is. Nick wouldn’t be any less obsessed with you if you were bald and you had blue skin.”

“Have you been watching Avatar?”

Tori pins him with a look. “He thinks there’s something wrong. You’re hurting him. Fix it.”

Charlie calls Nick almost immediately; a voice call, obviously.

He doesn’t greet Nick with a gentle rebuke for contacting Tori. His heart warms enough at Nick’s surprised, fond hello that he’s able to murmur soft words back. Only when the hi how are you I miss you portion is out of the way does he lightly mention, “I didn’t think you’d miss home so much you’d have to text Tori.”

It hurts that he can hear the apology in Nick’s voice. As if Nick is the one that has anything to be sorry for. “I don’t want to be overbearing,” Nick mumbles. “I just—I’m sorry if I overstepped. I didn’t mean to. Tori was surprisingly nice in her responses, so I thought it was alright. And it—I’m just worried about you.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Charlie says emphatically. “Honestly, I promise I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”

There’s a small pause. “Do you,“ Nick starts, stops, then continues even more quietly. “Do you not want to see me?”

“No, Nick—I mean—of course I do. I always want to see you.”

His phone makes a funny noise, and he pulls it away to see Nick’s requesting to change the call to FaceTime. Charlie winces, and denies it.

When the voice call reconnects, Nick’s voice is wobbly. “Explain that, then.”

“I don’t—I’m not—I’ve still got my uniform and everything on and I look terrible right now.”

“You never look terrible. You never care about that sort of thing to begin with, not with me. Charlie, it’s been weeks. I can’t—how do you expect me to believe you’re okay when you won’t let me see you? It’s not like I haven’t tried.”

Charlie sucks in a breath and tries to release it slowly to steady his voice, but it sticks and shudders and he has to suck another one in. “I’m sorry.”

“Please, don’t,” Nick whispers. “Just tell me what’s going on, Char. Tell me what I can do and I’ll do it. We have another match this weekend, but it doesn’t matter. I can be ready to go and book the train for Friday evening and I’ll be there—”

“No,” Charlie cuts him off. “Please don’t miss out on your match for me. I promise there’s nothing serious and you don’t need to worry. And you definitely don’t need to come home.”

Another pause. “Don’t you want me to?”

Charlie closes his eyes. More than anything, he thinks, but swallows the words back. “I don’t want you to miss out on anything for me,” he says firmly. “We agreed we wouldn’t.”

“But we agreed there are special conditions if—”

“If it was anything serious and it’s not,” Charlie reiterates.

He can hear the shaky breath Nick takes. “And if—if it’s serious for me? If I really need to come see you, what then?”

Charlie bites down on his lip. He does the mental math. “We already planned I’d come see you soon. It’s only a couple more weeks, right? When we both don’t have anything on. So you don’t need to miss anything by coming here.”

The next pause goes on so long he thinks Nick’s hung up, or been cut off, but when he glances at us phone, the call is still up and the seconds are still ticking. “Nick?”

“Okay,” Nick responds, eventually. The weighty, wobbly concern has dissipated in favour of blank resignation. “Whatever you want, Char.”

Only the addition of the nickname makes him feel like they’re alright and he’s successfully dodged the bullet, along with the soft I love you Nick offers before they do hang up.

Then two days later Tori’s springing on him again, this time tugging his headphones right off his head at the drumkit in his room.

“Jesus, Tori.” Charlie fixes his headphones around his neck and glares at her. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You have five minutes, if you’re lucky. I wasn’t going to leave him outside, but I saddled him with Oliver and told him I’d let you know he was here. Based on how terrible he looks, I don’t think he’ll actually wait that long.”

Charlie’s eyes widen incrementally as she speaks, then exponentially when Oliver’s excited voice drifts up the stairs alongside a lower tone that is achingly familiar. “Nick’s here?” he whispers, horror-struck.

“Shall I allow him up or would you rather make a grand entrance?”

Charlie makes a distressed noise in his throat, and before he can argue the value of neither, he hears footsteps on the stairs.

After everything, Nick still knocks.

Charlie squeezes his eyes shut as his heart squeezes. Despite the pat she gives his shoulder, Charlie imagines Tori’s rolling her eyes. Then there’s more footsteps, the crack of the door, and Tori’s breezy, “All yours.”

And Charlie opens his eyes.

It’s just in time to meet Nick’s gaze as he slips into Charlie’s bedroom, and promptly freezes.

Charlie resists the urge to throw his arms up in front of himself, standing instead so he can fidget more bodily. Nick doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are glued to Charlie’s hair.

“Oh,” he breathes.

It doesn’t sound like a bad thing.

It sounds like the night of their first formal, when Charlie had finally rushed downstairs in his suit and Nick’s lips had parted when he’d seen him. It sounds like the first time Nick had woken up after Charlie during one of their naps together to Charlie gazing at him, likely with atrocious bedhead but definite dimples as he’d fondly watched Nick sleep. It sounds like the first time Charlie had clambered into Nick’s lap and pulled off the last lingering layer on his upper half, and Nick had skimmed over his bare skin with eyes and hands at once.

It sounds punched-out, achingly adoring and awed in that singular manner Nick has, as if any minor thing Charlie does is another reason to love him.

“You weren’t supposed to be coming home,” is all Charlie manages to squeak.

Nick shakes his head and finally drags his gaze from Charlie’s hair to look him in the eye. “Is this why you were hiding from me?”

Charlie shifts from foot to foot. “I wasn’t hiding.” He most definitely was. “I just…I did it sort of in the moment, and then I realised I had no idea how you’d feel about it, and I sort of…panicked?”

Still shaking his head, Nick creeps closer to him, eyes snagging on his hair for another moment before dropping back down. “God, I was going crazy. I thought something was wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” Charlie whispers, averting his gaze to the floor. “I knew it was stupid. But once I started avoiding it, I didn’t know how to stop.”

He keeps his eyes down even when Nick’s well-loved Vans enter his vision and a gentle hand settles on his arm. “You are an absolute idiot,” Nick informs him with the same gentleness.

Charlie risks a glance up and is rewarded with Nick’s lopsided smile. It finally unlocks something in Charlie—maybe just the realisation that his boyfriend is actually here—and he throws his arms around Nick’s shoulders and presses right up against him.

Nick’s grip settles familiarly around him, a strong forearm braced along his waist and a hand pressed to the centre of his back. He sags further into Nick’s chest, practically melting in his hold as Nick rocks them gently side-to-side. When it stops feeling like enough, Charlie draws back and kisses him.

Nick hums into a sigh, his hold on Charlie softening until it becomes more of a caress, one hand doing a light sweep up his back and down again, and the other drifting up to his neck. Charlie cups Nick’s face as Nick’s thumb strokes over his cheek, and presses up onto his toes as Nick’s hand finds its way into his hair.

His hair.

Charlie pulls away, settling back onto the flats of his feet. He goes back to eyeing Nick more attentively, but when Nick blinks out of his thoroughly-kissed daze, it’s to watch his own fingers twist though near-white locks.

Eventually, their gazes collide again, and Charlie waits.

“I understand why you didn’t tell me,” Nick says, solemnly. “This changes things completely.”

Charlie makes a half-questioning, half-constipated sounding noise in response.

Nick nods. “If you’d shown me the day you’d had it done, I probably would have booked a train then and there to come get my hands on it, and I can clearly imagine how difficult it’s going to be to leave again.” His lips quirk out of his serious expression. “You were very considerate of me and my impulsiveness when it comes to my incredibly sexy boyfriend.”

With a groan that’s almost a laugh, Charlie buries his face in Nick’s chest. He’s very much not doing it to hide an overcome, relieved smile. And the non-existent smile definitely doesn’t widen when Nick’s hand starts sifting through his curls in its well-practiced way, or when Nick dips his head to nose at the locks over his temple.

“You like it, then?” Charlie dares to whisper after a few minutes of basking in Nick’s attention.

“There was never any chance I wouldn’t,” Nick says, firmly. “You’re the most beautiful person in the world to me and nothing could ever change that. Except maybe something like this. Which actually I like an unbearable amount.”

Finally, Charlie’s lips spread in a wide grin as he tilts his head back to look up at Nick. “How much?” he needles.

Nick’s smile lifts higher, and he presses his mouth to Charlie’s ear. “I can show you,” he murmurs, sending goosebumps prickling down Charlie’s neck. “Once you promise to never freak me out like that again.”

With a pinch in his chest, Charlie tightens his arms around Nick’s waist. “I won’t. I promise. I’m sorry I was so silly.”

“You weren’t.” Nick kisses the top of Charlie’s head. “I understand your brain was probably being shitty. But one of the reasons you have me is to tell you when your brain’s wrong, remember?”

“I don’t remember that being in the boyfriend ad I put out, actually,” Charlie says.

“An ad?” Nick plays along with a low whistle. “Someone like you looking for something like that, I can imagine the amount of applications. The guy who got it must be pretty special.”

Charlie shrugs, nudging his chin into Nick’s chest so he can look up at him, even if it means exposing the full force of his smile. “He’s alright. Not too bad to look at, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“He can carry things around for me, so he’s worth keeping for something.”

Nick breaks into a laugh, and Charlie kisses it away, breathes it in until it settles light and buoyant in his chest and all the tension of the past few weeks disperses.

All the while, Nick’s hand stays buried in its usual home, fingers woven lovingly through bleached curls.

#heartstopper #heartstopper fic #nick x charlie #narlie #my fics #this ends so oddly and abruptly but ah well #feels really short but it’s over 3k so ??

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All I need - Chapter 8

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem!reader

Future Fic, Romance, Drama & Romance, Falling In Love, mafia, Gangsters, Love, True Love, Fluff, Protective Levi, Possessive Levi, suggestive moment.

In this chapter: Levi gets needy for your attention. You make a move against Ariana. Levi and you start planning and booking things for your wedding.

The end

“Staring at me like that won’t solve anything, Levi.” You lowered your tablet and smiled at him. “You’re pouting now.”

Levi flopped onto his side with his head on your lap and whined again. “Bunny.” He opened his mouth and bit your thigh. “Mm!”

“Seems like I have a shark on my lap.”

He rubbed his face on you. “Pay attention to me.”

You played with Levi’s hair. “I am.”

He wrapped his arms around you and pressed his face against your stomach. “No, you’re not. I need more. I need extra attention. I need super attention.”

“Well, if you pull your head from my tummy, I can kiss you.”

He lifted his head from you. “Really?”

You locked your tablet and wrapped your arms around Levi. “Yes.”

He leaned up and started showering your face with kisses. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You giggled as Levi kept kissing you. “I love you too, my handsome grumpy.”

He hugged you tightly. “What were you doing on your tablet that was more important than kissing me?”

You laughed as you played with his hair. “You are so grumpy today.”

“I just think it is a crime that you won’t let me give you love all the time.” He sat up before yanking you onto his lap so your back was against his chest. He bit your shoulder and growled. “I should arrest you.”

You leaned your head back on his shoulder. “Do it. You know I love it.”

He wrapped his arms around you and hummed, he just surrounded you with his body and it was so comforting to you both. “What were you so focused on?”

“I was just causing chaos.”

“What kind?”

You leaned over and picked up your tablet before unlocking and showing Levi what you’d been up to. “I have been bidding on buildings.”

He looked at the ones you had bought. “They’re in good locations.”

“I bought it with my money, but you paid me so technically it is yours.”

He squeezed you. “You can have all my money if you want. We have a joint bank account.”

Your cheeks burned at Levi’s statement. It surprised you how much trust this man had in you. “Thank you, but I wanted to use a bit of my own money. However, seeing how you’re interested in what I’m doing and offering to pay, I will tell you what I’m up to.”

He kissed the side of your head. “I’m all ears.”

You released a long sigh. “Well, Ariana has really pissed me off. She tried to kill my man and she had the balls to face me after with Danny. So, I’m pissing her off.”

“Have you hired a hitman?”

You chuckled. “No, because killing her is too easy, my darling grumpy. I want her to suffer. Money and fame matter to her more than anything. So, I’m going to ruin her.” You went through the places you’d bought. “All these places she wants. I have been keeping an eye on her and her social media. Any time she shows the slightest interest in a place, I take it from her. I’m going to take everything from her and become more powerful and influential than her. If she’s going to go to an event, I’ll be there and I’ll look better than her and even sponsor the event. I want to break her.”

Levi stared at you for a while as his heart raced in his chest. A blush spread on his cheeks before he adjusted so you didn’t feel something hard growing against your back. “Fuck, I am so attracted to you right now. You’ve become a dangerous Ackerman.”

You giggled at Levi’s words before turning around and straddling him. “Well, I am going to be your wife soon. Speaking of wife, we should start planning the wedding, my love.”

“I have ideas.” He gripped your bum hard. “We should book a venue soon. I’m thinking we go cake tasting.”

You bounced up and down on his lap. “Yes! I can’t wait.” You cupped Levi’s face. “Oh, there is an event that Ariana is going to. It is a charity event and a lot of rich people are going.” You held up your tablet to face Levi. “It’s a great charity too. I think we should register, donate and go.”

Levi read through it and smirked. “You’re a smart little bunny. We’ll have to buy you the best dress money can buy.”

“Thank you, but I would prefer a nice dress at a good price.”

He pouted a bit. “Okay, but I want to spoil you.”

You played with his hair a little. “You spoil me all the time.”

“I need to do it more.” He leaned closer and bit your cheek making you squeak. “I want to eat you.” He hugged you against him and pressed his face against the crook of your neck. “Don’t leave me.”

“Why would I leave you? I want to marry you. I want you as mine forever.”

He gave you another squeeze. “Good. I need you. I’m nothing without you.”

You smiled at how sweet he was. “You are someone without me. You were someone before me.”

He cupped your face and gazed deep into your eyes. “No.”

“No?”

He pouted. “No.”

You hummed a laugh. “Okay, handsome.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He kissed your chest and the top of your breasts. “I love you.” He lifted his head and gazed at you. “I used to live a life going through the motions of the world. I worked to survive. I educated myself to better myself at work. I ate because I had to. I only ever thought of what would happen the next day. However, when I met you, the world changed. You changed me. I started thinking further ahead in life. Work was something I did to support us and became less of my life. Education was something I did to impress you and keep you safe. Food became a delight and an enjoyment. You slipped your way into a small corner of my heart and slowly spread your loving arms around it. I became lost in you. You have consumed my very heart and soul and I know there is no going back. To lose you would mean not knowing how to live because I live for you.”

Tears filled your eyes. “That was beautiful.” You rubbed your tears away. “You make me feel so loved. It takes my breath away so much. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Levi held you close. “You and me forever, my darling bunny.” He leaned closer to kiss you and paused when he heard your tummy rumble. “I’m a terrible fiancé! My darling bunny is hungry and I never noticed.”

You giggled. “I’m okay.”

He stood up with you in his arms. “I need to get you as much food as possible.”

“Could we order pizza?”

He paused as he gazed at you. “Yes.”

“You can put me down then.” You smirked as he stared at you. “You don’t wanna?”

He whined. “No.”

“Well, you need to so we can order.”

He reluctantly placed you down. “I will order.”

You opened your arms. “Hades! Come to mummy!” You giggled as he ran over to you. As soon as Hades jumped into your arms you fussed him and gave him little kisses. “Good boy. Levi, can you order Hades some chicken nuggets?”

“He shouldn’t have them.”

“Please?”

He released a long sigh. “Sure. You hold such power over me.”

You let Hades go and turned to Levi. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You stretched and moaned causing Levi to inspect every inch of your body. “Mm, I can’t wait to call you my husband.”

Levi purred as he made his way over. “My wife. Mine.” He wrapped his arms around then slipped his hand up your shirt. “I want you.”

You shivered at his touch. “How long until our food gets here?”

He licked your neck. “Half an hour.”

“Can you manage just one session into that?”

He chuckled. “Watch me.”

Ariana was slowly losing her mind and it was taking everything within her not to take it out on Danny because she needed to prove to him that you were wrong. So, she was gripping her clutch bag tightly to combat her rage. Someone was buying all the places she was interested in getting so she could spread her power, not only was someone doing that but information was spreading about her meaning people were finding out she was a wicked person to the core.

Danny called for her. “We’re here.” He slipped out of the limo and held the door open for her. “Can you walk in that dress? It looks tight.”

She had to slide across to the door before getting out. “Shut up. I can.”

He released a long sigh before looking at the event and had to smirk, he had lost you to Levi and stung so badly but seeing you and Levi pissing his mother off brought him joy. It appeared that you and Levi had become the biggest sponsors of the event and you were all over the building. “That’ll piss her off.” He looked back into the car.

Ariana climbed out of the car and fixed her dress. “Not a single crease. I am sure I will be setting the standards tonight.” She looked ahead to see you and Levi’s name on everything. “What!? How!?”

“The Ackermans have a lot of power.” He turned on his heels. “We should go inside. You can still steal the show.”

She held her head high. “You’re right. As soon as people see me they will bow down to me.”

“Sure.”

She moved upstairs and slipped inside with her son at her side. The smirk on her face increased when she saw you and Levi were no-shows, which meant she was the centre of attention. People still respected her for being the first wife and having power after. As people flocked to her the happier she was. She wanted to be adored and enjoyed it, it was like an addiction. She felt such strong fulfilment when people complimented her, her looks and her strength. Her smile started to fade when people started talking and they couldn’t believe she would show her face in public after what she’d done.

Her happiness was ruined even further when people slowly lost interest. She tried to tell the same old stories about her life, as well as how she had been hurt a lot recently but no one cared. Panic set in a little as she talked about her outfit being a designer as her last-ditch effort to gain attention. She was so desperate, but still, people didn’t want to know. The mask she wore around people was slowly slipping and she was losing her mind.

The worst part for her was yet to come. The last part of the group left her when a car outside pulled up and Levi climbed out first before helping you out. Everyone at the party made a big fuss over you and Levi. It surprised people that the outfits you wore were not top-of-the-line things like others, there were no neon colours. You wore a dazzling long figure showing off a galaxy dress that showed how beautiful the universe was. Levi’s suit was black like never seen before, it was hypnotic with a slight sparkle of a black hole.

Seeing a smile on both your faces irritated Ariana. Her hatred was originally towards Kuchel and Levi, but no matter how hard she tried not to, it was becoming you. She was sure that you were targeting her as well because every time she locked eyes with you, you would cheekily smirk at her just to irritate her further. At your arrival at the party the music changed and the lights too, it was as if a smooth and relaxed atmosphere filled the room. It seemed like everything was captivated by the two of you, you didn’t even need to do or say anything to gain instant power over those in the room.

As you walked elegantly past Ariana you gave her the side eye and a smirk before flicking your hair, almost like you were brushing her off. She glanced at Danny to see he was falling for you all over again like he was fully transfixed by your beauty and grace. Each laugh, smile and word that came from you was worshipped and adored by all those around you.

Levi was beginning to notice how a lot of men were eyeing you up, but you were his so he needed to make it known to those around him. He slipped his arm around you and tugged you against him before kissing you. “Mine.”

Your cheeks burned a little. “Levi, it’s not like you to be very affectionate in public.”

He growled as he pulled you closer. “I know, but people need to know that you are mine.” He flicked his gaze over to a few men. “People need to see it.”

“It flusters me.” You giggled. “I like it.”

He stood you up and walked with you to the drinks area. “Get anything you want and need, my bunny.”

You shivered as he stood behind you and started gripping and massaging your body. You leaned your head back a little and started to moan softly. “Levi.”

“I bet you would have looked so sexy in that bunny dress.”

“Thank you, but that dress is for you only.”

He purred. “I can’t wait to see you in it.”

You grabbed his hands and pulled him off you to stop him from feeling you up. “Two drinks, please. We would like something fruity but a tiny bit sour.”

The barman winked. “You got it. Two cocktails for the best couple.”

You turned in Levi’s arms and smiled at him. “Best couple.”

He leaned down and kissed you. “We are the best. We should get married.”

“We will. We’ve booked the place, we just need to do the small things and it’s all sorted.”

He tapped his forehead against yours. “Cake tasting soon.”

You squealed in delight. “That’s going to be fun.”

“Do you have any idea of what kind you want?”

You hummed in thought. “A lemon drizzle cake would be perfect.”

He smiled a little. “That would be a good one.”

“Or carrot cake.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Well, that makes sense because you are a bunny.”

You pouted a bit. “I don’t eat a lot of carrots.”

“Well, I can think of one carrot you have a lot.”

You huffed. “It’s your fault it is so addictive.”

He kissed your ear before whispering. “It’s all your fault that your pussy, clit and breasts are so perfect. Don’t get me started on your moans.”

Glass tapped on the bar behind you. As soon as you turned with a racing heart the barman smiled. “I hope you enjoy two lemon drop martinis.”

You gasped in delight. “Yum! Thank you.” You picked up your glass and sipped. “Oh, Levi you’ll love this.”

He took his and sipped. “Mm, that’s delicious. Thank you.”

The barman bowed. “Happy to serve.”

Levi guided you to a VIP part of the party reserved for the big donors of the charity. He snuggled up to you on the loveseat. “You’re so perfect.”

You mewled in delight. “So are you.” You leaned against Levi and relaxed. “I feel so comfy and relaxed in your arms.”

“You want to sleep?”

“I would love to.” You turned your head and kissed his neck. “But I can’t because we have to annoy Ariana a bit more.”

Levi chuckled. “She seems pissed off. You have a talent for pissing her off.”

You downed some of your drink. “I think that’s a good thing.”

“It is. Vincent and I appreciate it. For a long time, we’ve been wondering how to break her, but you come walking in and destroy her.”

You hummed a laugh. “Speaking of the devil, she’s coming over with my ex.”

Levi growled. “Your ex.”

“I don’t like him anymore.”

He huffed a bit. “I know, but it pisses me off that he had you before me.”

“Well, you’re going to be marrying me. You won.”

He puffed his chest out a little. “You’re right, you’re mine.”

Ariana stormed over to you and Levi. “I need a word with the two of you.”

“That was more than a word.”

She snarled at Levi but gave a strained smile when she realised people were watching. “Levi, you funny man. You know what I mean. I just want to talk with you.”

He hummed in thought. “Is it about how you had me shot twice and my fiancée once, or is it about how you tortured your firstborn son until he was legally taken from you, or is it about how you are desperate to kill my and my mother, or is it about this fantastic charity event.”

You rubbed Levi’s chest. “Could be anything, grumpy. Maybe she’s asking us about our wedding, or how I have bought a lot of buildings recently.”

Ariana glared at you. “That was you?”

You giggled. “I wanted to get into business and Levi helped! Oh, were they places you wanted? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. Well, if you wanted them they must have been good.”

In a small amount of time with quick action, she lunged for you but Levi was skilled. His hand wrapped firmly around her wrist as his other arm stopped inches from her neck. If Levi didn’t hold back, it was likely he would have broken something in Ariana’s neck. He didn’t want to have her blood on his hands at an event for good deeds. Plus, you still had plans for her and this was a perfect moment to humiliate her again.

Levi sighed and spoke loudly so people heard him. “Do not lay a finger on my bunny again. She is fragile from having her spine replaced after a bullet ripped through her due to your command. She is my precious bunny I will marry.” He released her. “This is also a charity event. Show some fucking respect. This isn’t about your selfish needs but about those who have nothing.” He sat back down next to you and put his arm around you. “Do you want another drink?”

You nodded. “Yes, please.”

He leaned closer and kissed you. “You want something that tastes like strawberries?”

“Oh, yes, please. Kissing you after drinking one will be delicious.”

He chuckled. “It will.” He kissed the end of your nose before standing up. He stared at Ariana. “Why are you still here? We’re done talking.”

Ariana looked down at you and stammered your name with a fake smile. “Can we talk about those places you bought?”

You drank the last of your cocktail. “Mm, no.”

“Please, please talk to me about them. There are two that are important to me.”

You shifted in your seat. “How important?”

She laughed nervously. “It could change my life. It would bring in money. I need money.”

You looked at her dress. “Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but your dress is worth a couple of hundred thousand. Right?”

“W-Well…”

“You turned up in a top-of-a-line limo as well. I think you’re okay.”

Ariana slowly went red. “You…how…I…it’s all for show.”

You hummed and tapped on your communicator on your arm and brought up a post on social media about her dress. “Looks like your designer posted about your dress and how much it cost, they were proud of it.” You projected the post. “See? Or is that not you modelling the dress for them?”

She growled in frustration. “You’re trying to ruin me!”

“I am not trying to ruin you, I’m just being a businesswoman who wants people to know the truth.”

“I will kill you!” Panic set in when she heard people gasp and start to whisper about her. “I didn’t mean it!” She turned to everyone and laughed a little. “I was joking! It was a joke! I wouldn’t think about hurting her.”

You rose to your feet and moved your hair to show off your cybernetic spine. “But you have before.”

Levi walked over to you with the new drinks. “Here you go, my bunny. Everything okay?”

“Just putting my foot down.”

He kissed your neck. “Good girl.”

Ariana gasped as a bouncer came over. “What is happening?”

“You shouldn’t be here in this section. So, you need to be removed.”

The bouncer ushered her out. “Please leave the VIP area, miss. You are not meant to be here. You are also threatening our special guests here. You need to leave.”

“Do you know who I am!? I’m an important person!”

Levi sat with you. “It’s fun watching her be dragged off kicking and screaming.”

You giggled. “She needs to be careful or that dress will pop. She’s sewn into it.”

Levi groaned. “I don’t want to see what comes out of that dress.”

You smirked a bit. “Wanna see what comes out of mine?”

Levi perked up. “Oh you know I do. Can you wear the bunny dress?”

“Yes.”

You fixed your cute dress before smiling at Levi as you felt excited about what was going to happen. You hurried over to Levi to see he was wearing his spring things, which looked so good on him, he looked cute. Seeing his arms out was hot and you couldn’t wait to take him to a beach for your honeymoon. Levi had set the date for your wedding to be in the summer and he had booked the place, it was just perfect and all you needed to do was book everything else.

Levi pulled you against him and kissed you. “You ready to go wedding shopping?”

“Yes!”

He led you over to the living room to see Mike fussing Hades. “Thank you for looking after Hades while we’re out today.”

Mike wiggled Hades’s face before looking over. “You kidding me? I love dogs.”

You hurried over and petted Hades. “Thank you. Have fun together.”

Mike smirked. “Let me know if you go to a love hotel.”

You blushed. “We’re not. We’re just cake tasting and picking out a dress for me.”

“Yeah, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You blushed hard. “Shut up.” You hurried over to Levi. “Keep it in your pants today.”

Levi frowned a bit. “Huh?” He glanced over at Mike. “We’re you a pervert?”

Mike waved to Levi. “Have fun!”

Levi held your hand and walked along with you. “Come on.” He lifted your hand and showered it with kisses. “I can’t wait for all our meetings.”

You smiled. “Yes. What are we doing first?”

“Flowers.”

Your eyes sparkled as Levi drove you to the flower shop. “I’m thinking we go for like wildflowers. I think that will look pretty.”

He smiled at you. “Me too. I still want to look.”

“Same. Everything will be so pretty.”

He pulled up at the first spot and walked you inside. “So, what takes your eye?”

You picked up a simple bunch of flowers and hummed a moment. “This. This is pretty.”

He leaned closer and inhaled. “Mm, this smells nice.”

“I think so too. Do you think this would look good? I know you will tell me anything will look good, but I want you to be serious for a moment.”

He sighed, grabbed a few flowers together and swapped a few things over in your hands. “This.”

You bounced up and down. “Yes, it’s perfect.”

Levi kissed you. “The perfect bouquet. Now we need a wedding dress.”

You giggled. “We need to talk to the shop owner. We can’t run off and get married right now.”

He whined a bit before taking the flowers. “You’re right. I’ll talk to the lady.”

You held his hand and walked with him to the counter. It made your heart flutter as he talked to the owner and gushed about marrying you. All the flowers were booked for the wedding day and he gave over the location to her. Seeing Levi pay for everything really made it clear that you were going to marry him in a few months.

He walked with you out of the shop. “Okay, cake tasting and then dresses.”

You pouted a bit. “But if I eat, I’ll have a tummy.”

Levi kissed your neck. “Darling bunny, please don’t worry about your incredible body. You are perfect.”

You felt your cheeks burn. “Thank you.”

He drove through the city to the cake place. “If this place isn’t good we can go to another, but I heard that this place has the best reviews. It’s also a family mine have supported as well.”

You clapped your hands. “I love supporting local businesses.”

“That’s my girl.” He pulled up at the cake place before holding your hand and leading you inside. “Hi, do you want me to announce us?” He chuckled as a plump lady ran over to him as she squealed in delight. “Hello, Auntie June.”

The lady hugged Levi tightly. “Hello, sugar. You look so good and healthy.” She gasped as she took you in. “This must be because of this adorable muffin! I could just eat you up.”

You giggled as you introduced yourself. “Lovely to meet you.”

“Auntie June, everyone calls me that. So, you are here for wedding cakes, huh? What are you thinking?”

You nibbled your lip. “If I can’t choose, could we have, like, cupcakes?”

“Sure you can!” She put her arm around you. “Come this way, beautiful. We’ll eat together and you can pick what you want.”

You sat down and smiled at Levi. “I love this place already.”

Levi chuckled. “I knew you would.” He entwined his fingers with yours on the table. “We’re all yours, Auntie.”

She clasped her hands together. “I have a delightful selection for you both to try. Please, try everything you want and if you don’t like it that is perfectly fine.”

Levi leaned over when Auntie walked away. “I love you.” He kissed your cheek. “I’d rather eat you though.”

You backhanded his chest. “Levi, keep it in your pants. I told you.”

He growled and nipped your ear. “I keep thinking about cockwarming.”

You shivered a little. “Now I’m thinking about it.” You rubbed your thighs together. “I want it, but we have to behave.” You gasped when Levi massaged the inside of your thigh. “Le-Levi.”

“Why is it that I want to keep your pussy always stuffed full of my cum?”

You squeaked. “Levi. Calm your possessive and naughty side under control.”

He bit your earlobe. “Impossible.”

You grabbed his hand and sat up when Auntie June returned with a tray and tea. “They look delicious.”

She placed the tray down and smiled at you. “Thank you, my sweet thing. Now, enjoy everything. I’ve made sure to include a selection that both of you like. Levi told me all about things you love. So, I hope I got it right.”

Your cheeks burned. “Levi, you cute man.”

Levi kissed your cheek. “I want you to have a happy day. Plus, you are fascinating.”

“You are so romantic.” You cut a bit of the lemon cake and fed it to Levi. “So?”

He moaned in delight. “Incredible.”

You cut a bit and ate a slice. “Mm, this is so good. It’s perfect.”

Auntie blushed. “Thank you, but you should try the red velvet next, it has cream cheese to balance it.”

You tried a bit and hummed. “Mm, you’re right. This is so good. Levi, you have to try.”

Levi let you feed him. “You’re right, I like this one. I have a feeling we’re going to like them all.”

“Me too.”

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Ok but your pornstar au got me thinking about pervy!Steve or pervy!Eddie falling in love with a camboy😳

OK BUT.......IM GONNA BE GROSS...

(cws: camboy!angelface, stalker!perv!steve/stalker!perv!eddie, modern au, they're kinda degenerates, strangers to lovers)

Steve or Eddie watching every single stream and liking every single post on your social media because they're absolutely obsessed with you. they rub themselves raw at every risqué photo you post and save every single one on their phones because it makes them feel like you took them just for them. they drop so many donations during your livestreams just so you'll say their usernames out loud, and they hope for those rare compliments you give out because it's such a delicious addition to their spank bank. Eddie usually pays to have you hump your pillow, and tips you extra if you cum all over it and lick it off the fabric with that pretty, pink tongue. while Steve always wants to see you finger yourself, he loves the spread of your cheeks as you arch back and try to hit those spots all by yourself, your poor, neglected cock pressing into the sheets as you focus on giving your viewers a good look. they think about you constantly, they never touch themselves without thinking of you, they just want you so bad it aches. and they think that you don't even know who they are, but little do they know you do.

they'd absolutely cream their pants if they found out you actually find them adorable. you have creepy fans and all and they shouldn't be any different, being that they're probably parasocial little freaks living in basements somewhere--but you've seen their private profiles and they're so cute, for some reason it doesn't ick you out to see their nasty compliments pop up. it actually makes you harder when you're making yourself cum for your audience. but you can't show any favouritism, at least not publicly....but that doesn't mean you can't reply to their DMs with a photo that very clearly shows your home address in the background, along with a comment that should be enough to get through their heads that you want them to show up.

and so you wait, and your next stream comes around soon. you make some passing comment in the beginning as you're warming up that you've got a fantasy involving someone barging in during your stream and fucking your brains out, your sigh of resignation not completely fake as you wonder whether your favourite viewers are gonna pop into your chat like they always do. it worries you that they don't, though, and that you might've scared them off--but just as you're finishing your warmup and starting to ease yourself down on your dildo, you hear a car door slam outside and the sound of your front door opening and closing. you stop, and wait, suddenly panicked that it might be a home intruder or a burglary, but keep your cool for the people watching. but when your bedroom door squeaks open and you find a man with a very familiar face standing there, your eyes widen and he...he suddenly seems quite shy.

he just stands there, trying to meet your eyes and failing, turning slightly like he's considering running right back out of the house--but he doesn't, only because you start grinning from ear to ear and ask him, in that sweet voice; "is that my favourite fan over there?" before patting the space between your legs as your chat goes wild with a flood of comments. he doesn't even think twice at that, all your viewers see is a guy clambering on top of you so fast you collapse back into your bed, giggling when he shoves your sex toy off the mattress and starts frantically undoing his belt, even while he's already humping you between your thighs like he can barely even wait. you help in shoving his pants down just enough for him to pull it out, gasping in sweet awe at the feeling of his girth just by pressing the tip against you--and when he slides in, still dressed from head to toe and pinning you with his whole body weight as you lay back nude, you immediately start panting and clawing at his clothes at the sensation of being so full.

it's like the camera doesn't even exist, nothing exists except for his lips on your neck and your cock grinding up between your bodies, every ounce of seed milked out as he humps you in such a feral manner you could swear he's had a dry spell lasting a lifetime. you hook your ankles around his back so he won't pull out when he cums, but even when he does, he fucks you right through it and doesn't slow down even when you're cumming on a loop yourself, the constant pressure and deep strokes against your sweet spots turning you into a mush-minded sex doll. he pours sweat all over you, makes you so sticky and sore with cum swelling you up that you feel bloated, and his tongue's so hot and slick as he laps at your neck and your cheek that he reminds you of an overexcited dog. he's gross, definitely the perverted basement-dweller you assumed he was. but he fucks you so good you can't stop, plus that stream makes you heaps of money with how intense it is--and he's actually kind of sweet, mumbling meek confessions of love into your ear as he rubs the back of your scalp and holds you so close to his chest. he's worth keeping around at least for a little while.....and maybe longer, if he ends up stealing your heart like you feel he might.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie munson #perv!steve harrington #spicy accountant au #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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