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bobattea · 7 months

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i would like to request a scenario for the bsd boys' (dazai, chuuya, atsushi and aku) reactions to their fem s/o having an intense orgasm. Like moaning loudly, squirming, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back (bonus points if they kiss her neck when she does)

Pairings: Akutagawa, Atsushi, Chuuya, Dazai and Fyodor (separate) x Fem!Reader Warnings: predator/prey, language, god complex, NSFW, praise, degradation, oral (F receiving), Edging, kinda rough? Word Count: 3575 A/N: I added Fyodor to this list also. I couldn't help myself :) I'm so sorry it took so long to write this it took me 3 days to write longer than I had liked but it sure was fun to write. I hope I did your request justice!

Akutagawa -

You took off in a sprint. Depending on how this night goes, you may or may not follow Akutagawa into a secluded area again. You avoid looking behind you, which would only slow you down.

“I’ll give you a head start, but you better run fast.” You recall the warning in his words and in the firm grip that he had on your arm. “Because once I've caught you, I’m going to fuck you.” His words replayed over and over in your head as you sprinted down the path, triggering a familiar feeling between your legs that was difficult to ignore. It was a quiet night; barely anyone else was around. Typical.

The more you ran, the more out of breath you became. The excitement and thrill were the only things keeping you going. He was going to catch up for sure, and if you had as much of a single break, you’d be a sitting duck, but you don't hear anything besides yourself panting with no clue as to where you are running or what Akutagawa has in store. As if on cue, Rashōmon had gotten ahold of your leg, dragging you back a short distance as Akutagawa walked at a steady pace in the direction you ran in. His gaze is no different from that of a predator stalking its prey, sending shivers down your spine the closer he gets to you.

“Was that the best you could do? I even gave you a head start.” His expression didn’t change as he pressed your face first against the wall and had his Rashōmon hold you in place. Akutagawa didn’t push you too hard; the last thing he wanted was to hurt your pretty face, but he did so with just enough impact to send a shock of excitement through your body. The rest was a haze until you felt the cold breeze on your bare skin and shreds of your clothes hit the floor. “I told you what would happen if I caught you.” Akutagawa bit your ear gently, then kissed your neck before burying his cock inside you. His nails dug into yours as he thrust into you at an unforgiving pace, leaving you no time to adjust to him.

“Fuck! Ryuu!” You squeeze your eyes shut, and your hands are balling into fists against the wall. Akutagawa brings his head closer to your neck and bites down again with a low groan. He quickens the pace, and his thrusts become harder. “T-too much!” He doesn't listen to your words; you just egg him on.

“So fucking tight. Gonna ruin you.” He groans into your ear as he lifts one of your legs up to fuck you even deeper, the tip hitting your cervix repeatedly. The cold air didn't bother you anymore; you were far too hot as you approached your orgasm. You couldn't form words, just babbling noises as you squeezed your eyes shut again and moaned loudly, finally cumming around his cock. Akutagawa came not long after; he held you in that position while you both came down from your high, nothing but heavy breathing as you both caught your breath. “You can have my coat to walk back in.” Akutagawa rests his head on your shoulder, still panting.

“As if I had a choice." You gave a short laugh; there was no way you were walking home naked, and it was highly doubtful he would let you either.

Atsushi -

Atsushi was inexperienced, to say the least. You had to teach him all sorts of things, except tonight. Tonight you have no idea what changed, but Atsushi would not let you say anything, and if you even try to utter any words that weren’t his name and how good he makes you feel, he dives his tongue into your pussy. He holds your hips down to the bed and licks at your wet cunt as if he’d been starved,your legs shaking and threatening to clamp around his head if it weren’t for his arms forcing your legs open.

“Atsushi~” you whimpered while his tongue worked wonders on your clit, sending shocks throughout your body. His arms snake around your thighs, dragging you even closer to him to stop you from rocking your hips on his face.

“Fuckkkk, you taste so good, baby. I can’t get enough.” He almost didn’t even sound like your Atsushi; he was way too confident. Maybe that’s not the word for it right now, but your mind is a mess, only able to focus on how good Astushi’s tongue feels against you. You can’t even get a single word besides his name and a few broken sentences. Your fingers make their way into his hair as you arch your back in pleasure, only for Atsushi to stop briefly. “Hands by your side, baby,” he says, moving his way up your body to come face-to-face with you. You do as he says and put your arms by your sides, then he engulfs you in a kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue. “That’s a good girl.” You whimper at his words; this definitely was not your Atsushi, but you weren’t complaining either.

Atsushi kisses his way back down your body, starting with your neck, then down the valley of your breasts and your stomach, then he hovers over your cunt. You can feel his warm breath against your wet folds, but he avoids it all together and goes to kiss and bite at your thighs.

“Atsushi~ god please," you’re stopped halfway through your plea when Atsushi buries his face again between your legs, working his tongue in and out of your pussy. “Fuck!” you moan, arching your back again, and you grip the bed sheets tightly. Who knew he would be so skilled with his tongue? Not even you could teach him this. Somewhere through the bliss, his tongue was replaced with two of his fingers, and he sucked on your clit.You could feel yourself pushing yourself into bed, feeling the wave of pleasure as Atssushi pumps his fingers in and out of you while flicking his tongue over your clit repeatedly.

He loved hearing your breathless moans as he brought you to your release. It's all because of how good he’s making you feel all by himself, not you telling him what to do. Your reactions to him—your legs shaking, your walls clenching around his fingers, and your face flushing all because of him— You buck your hips once more, letting yourself cum all over Atsushi’s fingers with a loud moan of his name, but even after, he still slowly moves his fingers in and out.

"Where did you learn that?” You ask between breaths as you lie on the bed. Atsushi removes his fingers from your cunt and once again makes his way up to look at you face-to-face.

“I’ll tell you later, but we aren't done yet.” He looks down at you softly, his eyes still filled with desire, as you look back up at him, still recovering from your orgasm.

Chuuya -

“You look so pretty like this doll.” Chuuya stood at the foot of the bed, admiring you naked in all your glory with a red rope around your wrists and attached to the headboard with a silky blindfold over your eyes. You can feel the bed dip beside you and Chuuya learning over you, his voice next to your ear. “I wish you could see just how beautiful you look.” He kisses your temple. You hear the rustling of clothes and his belt hitting the floor. You squirm in anticipation of what Chuuya has in store for you.

Chuuya grips your legs and brings his face close to one of your thighs, his breath giving you goosebumps over your skin. He kisses your thighs gently and moves up your body. He kisses your stomach all the way to your breasts. You arch your back, feeling his lips around your nipple and his tongue running over the sensitive bud while his hand pinches and plays with the other one before he gives the same attention to the other one. “So perfect for me.” He lets go and continues his journey up, kissing your collarbones and each side of your neck until he hits your ear again. “Perfect for me to ruin.” He sits up and looks at your face. Your lip caught between your lips, the blindfold was still secure around your eyes, and there was a slight shine on your skin from the sweat due to the foreplay earlier.

You were relying on sound and touch alone to figure out what Chuuya’s next move would be, but he was so quiet, and his damn ability made it nearly impossible until he gripped your hips and positioned himself in front of your entrance. Chuuya teased your cunt with his cock before slowly pushing it inside you. You both moaned, then he started moving in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. He was going to take his time with you.

“God, you were made for me, doll. Fit me so perfectly.” You moaned loudly and squirmed each time his cock hit deeper inside of you, your hands holding tightly onto the rope for something to touch if you couldn't hold onto Chuuya. With your legs wrapping around Chuuya’s waist to try pushing him closer to you, he started to pound into you harder, but keeping at a slow pace, and you got louder each time his name fell from your lips. The ropes were giving off a burning sensation around your wrists. Each harsh thrust Chuuya gave you—a mixture of pain and pleasure—had you hissing and moaning at the same time.

“More Chuuya, please.” You beg; you wish you could see Chuuya, your imagination doing nothing for you, wanting to see Chuuya fall apart while he watches you fall apart too. Chuuya smiled smugly; he could feel you tighten around him. Your hips were lifted off the bed as he started to quicken the pace, slamming into you roughly.

“I feel you, darlin'; you're so close.” Chuuya was meant to take his time with you, but your pussycat was just too good not to lose control. His slow, sensual plan for the night definitely took a turn into more raw and rough passion. “Squeezin’ me so tight, baby.” Chuuya tosses his head back; he was not far behind.

“Chuuya! I'm going to cum!” You shouted in pure bliss; he was hitting all the right spots; he knew your pussy so well.

“Not far behind you, doll.” The two of you chased your highs, your moans joining in unison as you both cum together. "Fuck, baby, I really have no control when it comes to you.” Chuuya leans down and kisses your forehead.

Dazai -

'That sweet talking son of a bitch.’ You huff to yourself as you take your seat at your desk. His stupid idea was completely impractical, let alone utterly humiliating, and still you agreed. Dazai and his silver tongue—you could completely ruin his fun and just take it out now, and he would be none the wiser? Or maybe he knows you’ll do that? It's hard to outsmart Dazai. He knows you too well and speaks of the devil. He smiles warmly at you as he takes his seat across Kunikida and Atsushi. You watch as they all engage in conversation, waiting for Dazai to do something. How can he possibly think you’ll get any work done if you are on edge the whole day? Maybe that's his plan? To do nothing and keep you in a constant state of excitement and nervousness.

Then you see it. Dazai reaches for his pocket, and you can see the small black remote he hides under the table out of sight of Kunikida and Atsushi. You stare intently at the small black box in his hands. Your body tenses, waiting for the vibrations to start, but it doesn't happen. You can see the small, subtle smirk on his face as he listens to Atsushi. ‘Bastard’. He’s just playing with the remote in his hand, his thumb grazing over the button, threatening to push the very button that can ruin you within a second, and the thought of it is already making you wet. You were too caught up in your own thoughts to notice the three of them staring at you.

“Y/n? You there?” Atsushi looks at you with concern. You blink a few times, and you briefly look at Dazai, who’s wearing a dark smirk behind Kunikida and Atsushi.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You clear your throat, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Kunikida looks at you with a disappointed look for not listening to him in the first place.

“I was saying we have a meeting with a client at..." You could no longer hear Kunikida’s voice. The only thing you could register in that moment were the vibrations deep in your pussy. You gripped the table, your knuckles turning white as you pressed your legs together automatically. Your eyes were wide when you realized that he had pressed the button. Biting back a moan, you tried tuning Kunikida back in, but it was no use. “Y/n! Are you even listening to me?"The vibrator stopped, and you took a shaky breath.

"Yeah, I heard you. Sorry.” You force a smile, trying to play it off. Kunikida sighed but went back to his work, realizing he'd just be wasting more of his precious time on you if you weren't going to listen. You too went back to work after finally composing yourself, but you were still on edge because of Dazai, but holy hell did it feel good.

Eventually you had forgotten all about it, getting too engrossed in your work, and you had managed to meet with the client Kunikida had mentioned earlier. Your day was just starting until those vibrations started again out of nowhere. Your back arched and your hand slammed on the table as you took a sharp inhale at the pleasurable feeling, and you pressed your legs together again for some kind of friction. You noticed all eyes on you as soon as you did that, including Dazai, who had such an evil grin on his face. Your face turned pink out of embarrassment.

“S-sorry…cramps” You lie nervously, then try to go back to work, but Dazai doesn't turn the vibrator off; he keeps it going. Your hand is now subtly trying to cover your mouth as you try to prevent yourself from moaning, and your thighs are once again pressing and rubbing together for some kind of release. Dazai kept this up for the majority of the day, and somehow each time he knew when you would be close, he would just stop.

It was finally the end of the tortuous day, and you were the last one in the office, packing up your things. Then it started again, and thank God no one was around because you let out a moan that you had been holding in while you gripped the table again, bending over to steady yourself. Your legs felt like they could give out on you.

“You’ve been holding that one all day.” You can hear the amusement in his voice as he presses himself up behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder.”

“Dazai…Please” You moan louder; you just want him to stop leaving you on the edge of your orgasm. Dazai’s arms snake around your waist, his right hand traveling down the waistband of your skirt and passing your pants to rub circles on your clit.

“So wet," he murmurs into your ear, applying a little bit of pressure to your clit as he slowly continues to rub circles on it while the vibrator is still going. “And we haven't even gotten to the good part yet.” You let out a whimper as he kisses your neck.

"Dazai, please, let me cum.” Your voice was desperate, and your head rested on his shoulder as he continued to kiss and nibble at your neck. His fingers move a little faster on your aching clit, he just needs to say the words, and you’ll cum right then and there, but he keeps dragging it out, and you're nothing but a moaning mess. Your legs can't even hold you up with how shakey they are as you approach your orgasm.

“You can, Bella; you deserve that much.” He smirks as he presses his lips against your cheek as he helps guide you through your orgasm. The hand that isn't abusing your sensitive bundle of nerves went to his pocket to retrieve the little remote Dazai has become well acquainted with throughout the day.

“Dazai!” Letting out a strangled moan and biting your lip in pure bliss as you came around the vibrator that's been in your cunt all day. Dazai stops rubbing your clit and turns off the vibrator. Your chest is heaving, and a thin layer of sweat has formed on your forehead.

“That’s it, and like I said, that was only the beginning."

Fyodor -

Fyodor never looks at you, and if he does, he looks at you like you’re the dirt beneath his boot. Only on rare occasions like this would he ever look at you, however. Fyodor's gaze barely left the monitors that are stationed behind you. He was acting as if you weren’t bouncing yourself on his cock, his seemingly bored expression never changing, but he wasn't bored. No, not at all. Ignoring you was his way of encouraging you to try harder at getting his attention. You want Fyodor to look at you? To praise you? To grant you a mind-blowing orgasm? You’re going to have to try harder than that, and Fyodor is a patient man with an impressive amount of self-control, which you hate.

You’re struggling, to say the least. Your breathless moans fill the silence of the room as you continue to fuck yourself with Fyodor’s cock, rocking your hips as much as you can before bouncing up and down again, but it just wasn’t the same. Your head falls onto his shoulder as your hands grip his arms, trying to chase your orgasm. You momentarily stop just to catch your breath to go again; doing this yourself was agonisingly painful. You just want Fyodor to take control of you right now so that you don't have to do it alone.

Fyodor knows you're struggling, and he finally looks at you. His gaze is one of amusement and pity at how pathetic you look, trying and failing at chasing your own orgasm like the slut you are without his help.

“Look at you, Myshka—you can’t even do something so simple by yourself.” He smirks as he strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. His hands trail down to your hips as he holds you in place before thrusting into you. You throw your head back and cry out as he thrusts himself deeper into you, your nails digging into his shoulders that are definitely going to leave marks. “You truly are pathetic, aren't you?” Fyodor will never praise you, no matter what you do. You know that now.

“Oh God! Fyodor!” You moan loudly and throw your head back as he continues to thrust into you, now fully in control of the pace, only half listening to the degrading things he’s saying to you as if they aren't true.

“That’s right, Myshka, I’m your god.” He holds your chin so that you’re looking at him. He wants to watch you completely fall apart on his cock. Fyodor continued to control your movements; they were fast-paced, leaving you barely a chance to catch your breath. “Eyes on me.” His tone is commanding yet almost condescending, as if you can’t even do that on your own.

“M’gonna cum. Fuck!” You scream as pleasure washes over you as your walls squeeze his cock.

“That’s right, let everyone hear just how good your ‘god’ makes you feel.” He whispers in your ear as you chase your high. Your nails dig deeper into his shoulder, breaking the skin and leaving crescent moon shapes at this point as you finally cum.

Your head rests on his shoulder as you catch your breath coming down from your high. You feel his hand grip your chin gently, making you look at him. Fyodor still has that look on his face—that you’re pathetic and worthless.

“There, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" He smirked down at you, his head tilted, then let go of your chin before looking back at the monitors again. You don't move; he didn’t ask, nor did he move you himself. So you sit there with his cock still embedded inside of you and your head back on his shoulder as you relax. He looked at you. The only time he will ever look at you, even for a few short minutes, is when his cock is buried in your cunt with nothing but degrading words spilling from his mouth. A few minutes later, you stay still, now fully calmed down. You feel his hand on your hair, and you expect him to grab a fist full for him to drag you off of him and toss you to the side like you meant nothing, but instead he strokes your head gently. “You did well, Myshka.”

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chrisgetsmewet · 2 months

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It Was For The Right Cause

Pairing - chris × fem!reader

Summary - this girl is always talking shit about the whole school and i decided to shut her up especially sense she talked about my friends

WARNING - cursing, fighting, and i think thats all

I hate this place. I can't stand any second longer, the only reason i go to this hell hole so consistently is because my friends they encourage me to go, cause they no i won't and there's no one stopping me or no one cares enough to figure out i haven't been going. Not that my mom doesn't care but her full focus isn't on me, and don't even get me started on my dad but that's not what this is about.

Everything today is seeming to bother me there's this girl next to me obnoxiously chewing her gum practically smacking and whispering stuff while scrolling threw her phone. Then there's this guy across the room who has his headphones blasting school work .yeah. not even music damn school work.

The bell finally rang i got up from my seat taking all my thing's and stuffing them in my backpack, and storming out of that classroom pushing pass whoever was in my way. i would normally wait around for chris, matt, and nick but i didn't, i was fed up with today i didn't wanna speak to anyone

I was digging out my locker to get my books for the next class until i heard laughing it didn't seem directed just in general laughing so i look around and saw paige. Ugh. I couldn't stand that bitch yeah thats what she was she was mean to people for no reason but everyone was so swoon what i mean by everyone i mean guys they liked her so much for whatever reason, i mean appearance wise I'd die to look like. i think ...

She had full blond hair, the blue eyes to match, the perfect teeth to match the 'cute smile' but only because she had braces half her life cause her teeth used to be fucked up. And with no fail she wears fitted clothes everyday. But personalitywise she was the devil but yet she still had a boyfriend and guys lining up to be her slave blah.. blah... blahh..

But what really caught my attention was her and her friend looking at the phone.

"Oh my gosh... they have a little intro" she was laughing bent over laughing. My ears practically perked up she had my full attention when i heard the triplets intro for there videos. "And don't even get me started on the girl that follows them around like a puppy" he friend laughed

They put there phone down and started talking. But i stopped listening I'm sure i was tired of thinking for the day.

"But that one i think his name is chris he has potential but he puts it to waste hanging with his brothers so much"

Nothing was going through my mind they were talking about chris,matt, and nick my bestfriends and that's not gonna happen i refuse to let that happen she gets away with so much shit, just cause she's pretty. But all that was running through my mind is my mom saying don't take shit from no one. So i didn't and won't so here i am my feet moving towards the girl.

"What are you doi-"

she was cut off by my fist right hooking her in her face, making her hold her face and crying. I push her down on the ground "SHUT THE FUCK UP" i had more to say but i wasn't wasting any time to beat her ass. I got on top of her and punched her square in the nose messing her 'cute little nose' she screamed and repeated "ow my nose" her scream scared me a little but that's not my main concern, it was trying to hurt her physically sense she wants to hurt others mentally i tried to hurry before i got pulled off of her by a teacher. I hit her again then tried to pick her head up and hit it to the floor but i got snatched off of her by a teacher.

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I was in the principals office avoiding stares that i got, holding an icepack on my knuckles. It's not like i was anything tough i feel like i did that to relieve stress, not even because she was talking about my friends but i had enough when she started talking about chris he was so nice he didn't deserve that he did nothing but be himself. So to make fun of them for trying to be themselvesand have fun. Thats low blow.

The school called both me and Paige's parents i loved my mom she was willing to do whatever she needed to do for me. But i know she was gonna do the whole discipline thing when she didn't really care she was so fixated on the 3 year old she recently gave birth to but what i was hoping was she didn't bring my step dad he tried so hard and controlled me to much always asking; where I'm going, did i eat, why am i wearing that, "you know it's cold why wear that". It's so annoying he wasn't my dad so stop trying . Not that i would want him to act like my dad cause he wasn't any better, he's actually worse then my step dad in every way

I was snapped out of thought by the buzzer for someone to walk in. my mom walked in with my little sister Alexis she looked over at me then at the front desk lady. "Im sorry to cause you trouble but you're here because you're daughter got in a fight and she's suspended for 3 days" my mom let out a breath i know she was tired of me getting in fights it was my 5th one this year but i refuse to let anyone belittle me for what felt right to me, becauseit was all worth it. "3 days is a bit absurd don't you think" my mom pleaded. The lady snapped her head up from the form she was signing "i think not she broke the girl's nose". My mom had enough she snatched the paper "c'mon" she was mad i don't know, but i sure would be if i was her.

Before my mom got in the car she buckled my sister up in the car. Then got in the front seat, i got my phone out and saw 2 missed calls from chris i ignore it i don't feel like explaining what happend, to him or any of them. That's when i look over at my mom and she's just staring out the window i took my airpods out and started listening to music but then i took them out when my mom looked like she wanted to say something so i waited for her to say something.

She started up the car and then she turned over to me "why.. why are you doing this to me." oh my gosh here she goes making everything about her "i didn't do it for you or because of you GOSH" ,,then why" my mom layed back in her seat "i dunno" i mumbled looking away from her "oh my gosh i can't believe this you won't even give me an answer you are my child act like it stop getting in fights your a good girl don't ruin you're future over fights y/n please just do better" i couldn't look at her cause part of me hated that she was right it's not like i liked the fighting or i looked forward to fighting cause i didn't i wouldn't even take myself as the fighting type no one would really, i mean i wear baggy t-shirts and sweatpants almost everday if not that then crop tops and sweats. To be honest i just got in fights when necessary or when someone deserved it.

Chris's pov

I came out of class and didn't see y/n i brushed it off and headed to lunch but of course i noticed people whispering, but don't they always do that it's highschool? Matt caught up with me "hey im gonna be late coming to lunch, so is nick " he left me.

I sat at the table and got my phone out and scrolled through my socials then opened my Instagram and my DM's were filled with video's of y/n fighting and that also looks like what she was wearing today. Your joking she didnt get in another fight. I called her i had to hear her part of the story first but she didn't answer i guess she just missed the call, so i called her again but she didn't answer i guess it was clear enough she didn't wanna talk.

From a distance i saw nick and matt walking up to the table and they sat down, they had stuff to say you could just see it on there faces.

"Y/n got in a fight" nick said kinda whisper yelling looking around to see if anyone heard him

"I know it's no secret, nick my phone is filled with the video cause people keep sending it to me" i said cutting my phone off, putting it in my pocket.

"Have you tried calling her" matt asked, i was already pretty annoyed with the whole situation, the staring, the notifications of people sending me the video, and overall y/n getting in a fight. i wonder how she's doing. I kinda zoned out so i just nodded my head answering matt "well before you get all butt hurt i heard peop-" i cut nick off

"NO!" i lowered my voice a bit "i don't wanna hear what other people are saying we should all equally want to hear her side of the story first" i didn't wanna hear other peoples assumption, for all i know they could say she did it for fun.

They both look at eachother with confused looks on their face. Nick spoke up "don't you think if she wanted to talk or tell you what happend she would have picked up your damn phone call" he said through gritted teeth "look im just saying no one really knows the story better then her"

"Then lets go" matt said out of nowhere. Nick looked over to him "go where?" "To her house if that wasn't obvious enough" matt said smacking Nick's shoulder and walking out the cafeteria basically implying for us to skip school but I'm not missing anything anyway.

Y/n pov

We made it home, my mom needed to work and my step-dad was already at work. So i was left watching my sister. just great. I got my phone out and went on my socials and of course my fight video is already being spreaded around. I cut my phone off and lay on my couch. Then i hear a bang and stuff spilling on the floor it was my little sister on a stool in the patry with a box of cheez- it knocked over and little orange squares everywhere. "lex really?" I take her off the stool and put some cheez-itz in a bowl and sit her on the couch then i head back to the pantry with a broom to clean up the mess. Yeah i wish it was that simple when i was little. I heard a knock on the door "gosh can i catch a break" i said under my breath. I walk over to the door.

"What do you-?.." i said until i opened the door all the way and saw nick,matt, and chris "aren't you guys supposed to be in school" i turned around hearing footsteps run to the door and it was Alexis she gasped and tried to walk outside to them but i picked her up to stop her "well that's where you're supposed to be too, now can we come in the wind is making it super cold out here" nick walked pass me not really asking but telling me that they're coming in

"Did you guys come here to lecture me too over this dumb fight cause if so it-"

"No, no that's not what we're doing we just want to know what happend" chris said sounding empathetic.

I set lexis down and walk over to the couch where they were sitting "it's nothing serious, paige and her friend pulled up you're youtube channel and started making fun of you guys, she also said i follow you guys around like a puppy which i don't i'm my own person and umm.. she.. yeah that was it" i stopped my sentence i couldn't tell them the real reason i was so driven to punch her "you sure it sounded like you had more to say" chris said, nick hit him on the shoulder "uhh no that's it" i put my hands in my pocket and plop down next to chris on the couch he looks over at me but i don't return the look instead i just stare at the blank tv "well don't do that next time please y/n we don't need you suspended" nick said walking over to me standing next to where im sitting "i alread am, for 3 days actually" they stared at me with there mouths hanging open like i just told them i shot the president "so who wants to make cookies and popcorn and watch a movie" I say trying to distract them from the current conversation matt runs to the kitchen "dibs on making the cookies" "I'll help" nick adds and lexis runs in the kitchen after them

I can't help but to smile at the two, i get up and i feel chris grab my arm my stomach fluttered and he didn't even do anything I turn to look at him "can you please just tell me what else happened, cause i know you had more to say" i avoided his eye contact cause he was right, paige basically said he had wasted potential and that pisses me off cause it's not true.

"Chris, that was it" i take my hand out of his grip and walk into the kitchen. Lexis was on the counter helping nick and matt make cookies from scratch so i just popped the popcorn for the movie night.

A/n: so i hope this didn't disappoint im going to make this a series. Also tell me what i could do better so i can fix my mistakes cause with this i feel like i didn't really put the words to all her thought process and everything she did and how she felt. 🤷🏽‍♀️i tried

#Spotify #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo

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rubendiasthoughts · 8 months

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Hi! I wrote this little blurb today, so I thought I should share it with you. Thank you to the person who suggested writing this ❤ I hope you guys will like it! 💕

Ruben Dias being protective, when someone tries to hit on you:

You were at a party, surrounded with so much noise and sweaty bodies, music was blasting through the speakers. You came here with your boyfriend, Ruben, and truth be told you didn't know many other people who were there. You really only knew one person - Ruben's friend, the one whose party it was. That's why for most of the night you tried to stay as close to Ruben as that was possible. He didn't seem to mind though, keeping his hand on the small of your back for most of the party.

Only few minutes ago, he left you alone for a moment, after one of his friends wanted to show something to him. He asked you, before walking away, if you were gonna be alright, just to make sure. But after seeing your smile and hearing your assurance, he decided to let go of your waist and follow his friend.

Only seconds after your boyfriend walked away, a guy you didn't know approached you. He introduced himself to you and started a conversation. At first you were trying to be polite, you answered to his questions and smiled to him while he was telling you a story. However, the longer your interaction lasted the more comfortable he seemed to get. He got much closer to you and you felt light touches of his fingers brushing against your waist. You pulled back from him a little, but he didn't seem to get the message.

In that moment you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist and pull you closer. When you moved your head to the side, you realised it was Ruben. When you looked up at him, catching a glimpse of his face, you immediately noticed the way his jaw clenched and how his eyes narrowed. He was intensly staring at the guy, who has just bothered you. If looks could kill, you thought to yourself, that guy would have already been dead.

"Sorry mate, didn't realise she was here with someone" the guy said, trying to explain himself, visibly intimidated by the angry stare your boyfriend was sending him.

"Yeah, sure you didn't. You were staring at her the whole night, like a fucking creep. You don't think I noticed that?" Ruben responded in a clearly irritated tone. The moment he saw the guy's mouth open to try and explain himself further, he added "Save it. And for the future, don't ever put your hands on my girl".

He used a thight grip he had on you to pull you with him and the two of you walked towards the door. He took his arm from your waist and instead took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. He walked out of the party with you by his side and he headed straight to where his car was parked. When the two of you finally reached his vehicle, he opened the passenger door for you and helped you get in. After you did, he leaned in and fastened your seatbelt for you, tugging at it to make sure it was properly put on.

The way he stayed silent started to worry you, you thought that maybe he got mad at you for talking to that guy. When he closed the door on your side, he walked over to the drivers seat, your eyes following his every move. Ruben got in the car and the moment he closed his door, he turned his head to you, his hand went to rest on your bare thigh.

"Are you alright, angel?" he asked and suddenly all your worries went away, as you heard the question directed to you in a soft voice. You put your hand on his, tracing little shapes on it with your fingertips.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you for helping me." you said, looking into his eyes. He leand in to you and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, his free hand stroking your cheek.

"You are mine, I will always protect you" he told you, taking your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the top of it. "Now let me take you home, sweet girl" he added, before turning away and starting his car.

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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Fred Weasley being a complete ass because idk why I like it, but I do.

Enemy Mine - Part 1

I knew when I started writing that this wouldn't be a oneshot (most likely a trilogy.) I received this and another Fred request back-to-back, and they just went together so seamlessly.

~•~

Fred Weasley.

Just the sound of his name was like fingernails on a chalkboard to Y/N's ears. Every time she heard it, her blood pressure would skyrocket. He was the most arrogant, self-absorbed, irritating person she'd ever met.

She hated him with every fiber of her being and planned to continue hating him until she took her last breath.

~•~

Surprisingly, though, it hadn't always been that way. Y/N had once liked the twins and had even saved them from Filch's wrath by pulling them into a vacant classroom where she was practicing for her Charms test.

For a brief time, it seemed like they might become friends, but that all changed at the end of their second year. While she and her friends were walking to the train to head home for the summer, someone behind them yelled, "Oi, Y/N! Catch!"

Y/N turned to find a snake hurtling through the air toward her. Before she could react, it hit her square on, getting tangled in her hair. She screamed, frantically trying to shake it off. Then, several seconds later, it disappeared in a puff of orange smoke, and Y/N realized it wasn't real at all, but one of Fred's stupid pranks. All the same, the whole affair left her shaken and humiliated.

When she'd finally calmed down enough to confront him, all she got was an eye roll and a condescending comeback. "It wasn't even real, Y/N, I don't know why you're so upset," he'd said. "Go away and play with your little dollies or something."

'Well,' Y/N thought. 'If that's the way it's gonna be.'

~•~

By the time the next school year rolled around, Y/N had washed her hands of the whole matter, including Fred himself. However, Fred had other ideas. He followed her around, making hissing noises and joking about her "silly reaction to a fake snake," and once or twice stuck a rubber snake in her face, laughing when she screamed.

"Weasley, if you stick that in my face one more time," she'd threatened. "I'm gonna shove it somewhere you'll always know where to find it."

"You'll have to take it from me first, scaredy cat," he teased, dangling the toy serpent in her face. Failing to stamp down her panic, Y/N turned and stomped down the hall before she embarrassed herself yet again.

~•~

Fred finally let up on the snake nonsense the year the Chamber of Secrets opened. In fact, Fred hardly bothered her at all. Y/N figured it was more for his little sister's sake than hers. Which was fine. She respected that. To say that Ginny went through some things that year was a gross understatement.

So, for while, Y/N thought maybe he'd finally grown up a little.

Nope.

Fred was back to his irritating self the next year, except he'd moved on from scaring and pranking her to verbal sparring.

"Hey, look, it's Little Miss Can't Be Wrong!"

"Sorry ginger, I'm busy right now. Can I ignore you later?"

"You couldn't ignore me if you tried."

"Weasley, I'll ignore you so hard you'll start to question your existence."

"Must be hard not being able to laugh, Y/N."

"Weasley, I do have a sense of humor, you know."

"I’ve never heard you laugh before."

"I’ve never heard you say anything funny."

"Why do you always paint me as the bad guy, Weasley?"

"I don't know, why does everyone paint me as the pretty one? We all have our thing."

"Am I going too far?"

"No, no, no, Weasley. You went too far about three years ago."

And so it went. Day after day. Month after month. The two of them tossing insults and jibes back and forth. Then, halfway through their fifth year, Y/N started dating Lucas Collins.

That's when everything changed.

~•~

Fred couldn't stand Y/N Y/L/N. She was a stuck-up, humorless, straight-A student. The antithesis of everything he stood for.

And yet, like a moth to a flame, he couldn't seem to stay away from her.

Sure, it was true he'd developed a little crush on Y/N in their second year after she pulled him and George into a vacant classroom to hide them from Filch. But, that had nothing to do with it.

No, not at all. Most definitely not.

Besides, that silly little crush vanished as soon as he realized she couldn't take a joke.

So why, if he disliked Y/N so much, did he want to punch Lucas Collins in his stupid face every time he saw him?

~•~

@princess-paramour @milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Mikey Mikey Mikey 😩

I challenge you to write something about Kantou Manji Mikey and a bad bitch reader.

Would you take the challenge?

YES, YOUR MAJESTY

WARNING : 18+, MINORS DNI. Explicit smut, cursing, swearing, nicknames, violence, mention of murder.

Pairing : Yakuza's daughter! Reader x Kanto Manji! Mikey.

-" Stop fucking crying. "

The coldness of your voice made her startle in a sob, still with her funeral dress and hat on, her discreet mascara now staining her cheeks, she sat on the bed, shoulders trembling and looking at you aghast.

-" how can you say that ? How can you act as if nothing happened ?"

-" Unlike you, dear mother. I don't cry, I stab what made me sad." you strapped the knife under your garter belt, then adjusted the dark dress reaching at your mid-tight. A smile curled your red painted lips when you recalled how everyone at the funeral has been shocked by your inappropriate outfit.

-" there's nothing we can do about it " she mourned, looking at her hands on her lap. " He killed your dad, took down the empire".

You rolled your eyes, having your back still facing her. You decided to not let her negative vibes ruin your confident state.

-" Sano wanted the empire " you fixed your bloody red lipstick through the mirror of the vanity. " He's gonna get the queen as a bonus ".

Your mother wiped her tears and cursed, well, still with those good wifey words, and got up from the bed she was sitting on, making her way to where you were standing in front of the vanity.

-" come to your senses, silly girl ! " She put her hands on your bare shoulders, shaking you slightly. " He's gonna eat you alive !"

A smirk made its way past your lips, you turned toward her, face only inches away from that face somehow similar to yours, you uttered.

-" Great. You know the poison you gave birth to, mother. Gonna intoxicate him ".

Her face drained from hope, she let go of your shoulders and lowered her head, pain obvious on her beautiful face.

-" I don't wanna lose the last spark of this family. You're the heir, damn it ! "

Your hands found your mom's shoulders, steadying her shaking form and placing a furtive kiss on her forehead.

-" nothing's gonna happen to me" you reassured, looking her in the eyes. " I'm gonna run this nothing town, bring Sano Manjiro's heart on a silver plate ".

You already had it after all.

The way to Kanto Manji's hideouts was nothing you didn't already knew, your father's men following you closely, opening every door for the princess, shoving away every security guard who tried to stop you from reaching the meeting room.

Not even bothering to knock at the door, you grabbed the door handle and once inside, eleven pair of eyes landed on you. The one you recognized as Shion Madarame, who by luck- or misfortune was standing next to the door came to stop you.

-" whoa slow dow- "

In less than a second, he was on the floor, lying on his stomach, hand on his crotch that you had just hit with your heel.

A cry of pain left his mouth, followed by many curses as you simply walked on his back with your five inches high heels as if he was nothing but parquet, making few steps toward the huge table where all the members sat, dumbfounded.

-" what the fuck ?" Ran stood up, anger emanating from him and started making his way toward you and your men who just came through the door. You did the same, walking toward him, hand reaching his lips when he was near enough to steal the cigarette he didn't started to smoke, leaving him in owe.

You made your way to where he was previously sitting, right next to a man with a hairstyle that looked suspiciously like a zebra and sat down.

-" Thanks " you adressed the elder Haitani, who stayed up dumbfounded. " These stilettos might be pretty, still they hurt like a bitch. Isn't it, Shion-san ? "

The man who had just stood up gave you a dark look, followed by a whispered " bitch ". After seeing four of your father's men coming inside, Rindou, Ran, Shion, and Sanzu who just stood up pulled out their gun, ready for whatever order their boss would give them. That one just sat at the edge of the table, dark eyes stuck on you, while you threw your head back toward Rindou Haitani. He previously was standing up behind Ran's seat, and so now was standing behind you, his eyes studying your thin throat and plunge cleavage, feeling his pants tightening at the sight of your breasts slightly poking out and the smirk adorning your pretty lips.

Your eyes never left his, expectant, making him gulp down. He understood your message and looked at his boss for permission, that one nodded and quickly, Rindou pulled out his lighter and lighted the cigarette between your lips.

-" The daily dose of drama is here " Kokonoi rolled his eyes, you left Rindou's gaze and looked at that one, a bored look on your face. Your fingers reached your lips and pulled out the cigarette, Mikey watched as you exhaled the smoke out of your red-tinted lips, how it quickly blurred your pretty face before disappearing in the air.

Fuck, you were gorgeous, fatale, even. So much that you succeeded into getting him interested on something that wasn't fights or blood. Beautiful girls come and go between their bedsheets everyday, but you... You were the princess, after all.

-" I swear I don't love the drama. It loves me " you grinned at him, he rolled his eyes once again and then, all eyes were on Sano Manjiro, the boss, the one who took your father's life.

-" Pretty bold from you to come here. You dug your own grave, y'know ?" His relentless and dull voice echoed in the room, your father's men all stiffened, even his own men, but you appeared unmoved.

-" pardon, what was your fucking name again ?" You smiled and took another drag of the cigarette, the blond deadpanned, leaning against the back of his chair and intertwining his fingers together.

-" The one you've been screaming when my cock was splitting you in two ".

You quietly swallowed your saliva, trying to keep a straight face. He didn't smile, against all expectations, he said these words without flinching, his eyes empty on you. His men stood there in surprise, they knew how petty Mikey's words could be, but around you, it was a whole new story.

-" is it just me or the room got hotter ? "

-" Shut up you cheap Zayn Malik" you responded to Hanma who's smile grew wider, your eyes went back to your ex-boyfriend , throwing death glares that didn't shook him at all.

-" so I was your way of getting back at my father, really?" Your voice didn't expressed the slightest emotion, yet he knew you better than anyone , he could still feel the hurt that would never reach your lips.

-" why asking questions you already know the answer to, doll ?" This was Sanzu Haruchiyo, who had a devilish smirk on his face while standing up next to his boss' chair, you ignored his statement purposely, making him understand he had no say in the matter and turned your look back at Mikey.

-" Pretty coward move " you took off the cigarette and put it out on the expensive table, hearing a sigh you ignored falling from Kokonoi's lips. " Thought Kanto Manji's leader could do better than playing with a girl's heart ".

-" cut that shit out " his voice was sharper now, he was warning you. If you have been any other one, your body would be lying lifeless on the floor by now.

But that was the problem, you were not anyone.

You were you. The first girl he could and had called his girlfriend, the one who stayed, the one who accepted the rotten parts of him, the first one to confess she loved him, who gave him her heart, her virginity, her trust...

Sano Manjiro was a monster, a killer, a criminal, but he was not heartless. His heart, his love were exactly what put him through his endless darkness, therefore, he couldn't just kill the one who made his heart flutter again after years of numbness, as hard as he tried.

-" It's not my fault you were as stupid as to think I cared".

You gulped down, eyes quickly lowering to avoid his piercing gaze for a second.

He lied, did you know he lied ? You should know he lied, Manjiro believed you knew.

He didn't cared at first, you were nothing but a way to get to your father, a rich and powerful Yakuza. Kanto Manji was still a new formed gang, the strongest in Tokyo, yes, but could not be called as a crime organization either, not like your father's. So he used you, it was pretty easy to get to you, since he was twenty and you nineteen, being in your age range, pretending to be interested by you.

He started gaining your trust, and your father's, by the way. Your dad liked him, seeing in him a sort of young reflection of himself, everything was going well, too well. Your hands fit in his, too well. Your pussy squeezed him, too well. Your eyes weakened him, too well.

He wouldn't react to a notification from you by rolling his eyes, no more, he would wait for your call and gets frustrated everytime you didn't. He would like the way you knew when to leave him alone, and when to not, when to hold him at night and not wait until he does it first, because you didn't expected anything from him, didn't put any pressure on him to be someone he wasn't, and for the first time in ages, he felt really wanted.

He wasn't anymore the one so many people wanted to take down, his darkness wasn't chased down between your arms, it was cherished, it was tamed. And before he could understand what happened, he was knee deep in that unhealthy obsession toward you, but Kanto Manji came first,and he went by the initial plan and used you to get to your father, get informations from you, killed your father and conquered his empire.

-" I'll write these same words on your stone, Sano " you threatened with nothing in your eyes but hatred, he stared at your sirens eyes, suppressing the urge to take you here and now, in front of his men, he was crazy about that wild side of you.

You appeared all innocent and goody-goody at first, but he saw through it, how couldn't he ? He was no one but Sano Manjiro, and he swore to bring out that monster peeking out from your eyes, he did. He did see the twisted will in your doe-like eyes, the wicked behind your bright smile, and started corrupting you until he turned you into what you were today, bursting in his office, hitting one of his man and making almost all of their pants tighten with your attitude.

His baby...

-" Feel free to do so " he challenged, not the least intimidated by your threat. " Until you can finally kill me, let's talk business" .

His eyes darted on his men who were standing up, Ran gave him a nod, signaling that they were surrounding all the men who came with you.

-" With the death of your father, you should know that everything your family once owned is rightfully ours "

-" Rightfully?" You scoffed, ignoring his men's death glares because you dared interrupting the boss. " You stole it. There is nothing rightful about killing my-"

-" I own you".

The look on his eyes stole everyone's breath, it was that same one that had Tokyo's most dangerous gangsters shivering, the one that had you rubbing your thighs together and he knew it.

-" You, your money, your family business ".

Mikey stood up, much to his men surprise since he usually preferred to sit on meetings. He passed quietly, slowly, by Sanzu, Takeomi and Kakucho, came to the other end of the table where Kokonoi was sitting and walked around it.

Rindou immediately retreated and gave him some space to stand behind you, you shivered when his hands grazed your bare shoulders, gripping the back of the chair, and you couldn't see him but you knew he was leaning against your ear, his hot breath hitting your cheek and his enticing manly cologne filling your nostrils.

-" Lamb, You're standing between the wolves " his lips moved against your ear, you closed your eyes slightly, ignoring how every man in the room was drinking in the electricity between the two of you.

-" Ain't nobody tryna save ya, no one would try to take what's mine ".

He discreetly inhaled your perfume, drinking in the sight of your flushed face under him, how you were squeezing your thighs under the table, how your eyelashes fluttered quickly, not daring to look up at him even once.

He loved when your untamed side showed up, but God, when you behaved, he was a goner.

-" It's over now, princess. Daddy's not here to protect you anymore " you felt his hands touch your hair, his so familiar touch put it on one side of your neck. You were staring right in front of you, avoiding his men's eyes who were to say the least mesmerized by the sexual tension between their boss and his plaything.

-" Bend the knee, love ".

The nickname was whispered for only you to hear, and under the table, his hand reached for your thighs discreetly making its way under your dress, he almost buckled his hips against the chair when you abruptly closed your legs on his hand.

-" kneel down. Give your all to me, you won't leave me either way. Not alive."

Because even if he killed your father, even if he broke your heart and took advantage of your love, he...

God, he loved you. He tried to deny it, try putting in on your pretty irresistible looks, but your personality got him hooked. He made you his, he claimed you his and decided he would not let you go, he would not push you away just as he did for nearly everyone who he has loved, he would find a way, but eventually, he would keep you by his side.

It wasn't a matter of the gang anymore, nor about money or power. It was about being close to you, about waking up next to you and finding out that he slept a full seven hours for the first time in years, about your needy voice when you would be screaming his name. Every little thing about you had him coming for more everytime he decided he would put an end to it, you beat him at his own game.

Before his hand could reach your garter belt, you swallowed thickly, and with the help of your great reflexes, grabbed the knife strapped to your thigh.

No one understood anything, until you were done standing up and turning toward your ex boyfriend, until his men all grabbed their guns and pointed them at you and your men.

Chest against chest, lips almost grazing each other, he didn't even flinch when the knife found its place under his throat, the sharp edge slightly touching his neck. His eyes bore into yours, igniting wild flames inside your body, trying your best to not let your hand shake around the knife.

There you were, he got you where he wanted you, corrupted, sinful, stained by him, just how he always craved it to be.

As much as your father tried to keep you away from everything, only teaching you how to fight, Mikey ended up pulling you into this life because his darkness screamed for destruction, he craved having your pure soul dirty by his handprints, this way, you would never leave him.

Both of your eyes and Manjiro's peered at Sanzu when you heard him push off the safety of his gun and pointing it toward you , Mikey's pupils shrunk, his deep voice echoed in the room, silencing every one of his men.

-" do it and you're a dead man".

He didn't needed to add anything else, Sanzu pointed his gun at one of your men instead, scared to face his boss' wrath if he ever hurt you.

He knew, as his second, better than anyone how you seeped through every pore of his skin until you were coursing through his blood, Mikey simply trusted his good girl with his life, even when she threatened him with a knife to his throat.

By the time you turned to look back at Mikey, you felt a cold metal under your chin, right against your throat and gulped down, heart missing several beats. Your eyes met his dark one's, his stare was dull and empty, signaling you that he could do it anytime he wanted to. He avoided getting too caught in your eyes that started to get tinted by a slight fear, wanting nothing but to make you understand he would never do you wrong, well, if you behaved, at least.

-" Haitani ".

The latter looked at his boss and nodded, ready to receive any orders while his gun was pointed at one of your men who did the same toward Rindou.

-" Take care of the men. "

He knew what it meant.

Quickly knocking down one of them, Shion taking down the second one, and the others being quickly knocked down by Rindou and Sanzu, you watched bitterly as all of your father trusted men fell to the ground, not able to do much more than holding tightly on the knife on your hand.

-" Get rid of them, 'nd leave, all of you".

His men looked at him in awe, Sanzu's eyes widened and Kokonoi, who sat still since the beginning got up from his seat.

-" boss, one of us gotta stay, she's threate-"

" I said go. "

He didn't even needed to raise his voice, his relentless tone made the walls tremble, scaring every soul present there.

-" my bitch, my business. Princess is mine to tame".

They sure looked at each other suspiciously, but no one dared to say anything. Bowing, they all stormed out of the room, one by one until you heard the door closing and there was no more soul than you, and your lover.

Your knife to his throat, his gun to yours.

Pressed against each other, chest touching at every breathe you took, his knee slyly sliding between your thighs, discreetly.

He started moving, and so you did. You found yourself turning around each other, eyes never leaving the other's, a fire around you, another inside you, his eyes were an iceberg, yours a volcano, just by the way you were looking at him, pointing that sharp knife at his throat, he was hard.

The room seemed smaller now, the air lesser and lesser, feeling your blood literally boiling, but not from anger. His eyes would never leave yours while you two turned around each other as boxers ready to jump on each other's face.

-" Suck ."

His command fell to deaf ears, he slided the gun up your throat until your jaw, then placing it above your lips pulling your lower lip down with it. You shook your head, slightly pressing the knife harder on his throat.

-" I said suck. Suck it for your king. "

He used that same voice, the one that would send you to overdrive. You almost flinched when his thumb found your lower lip, parting them open to start pushing his gun inside your mouth.

What you didn't know was that he was completely into it, eyes stuck on your face that he found so beautiful.

You accepted to take the gun in between your lips, finally, letting him shove it until just the right depth to not cause you any harm or choking.

And Sano Manjiro has never been more turned on than that day where your pretty face and swollen reddened lips took his gun, you were a sin in disguise, your beautiful face, your perfect features and lips wrapped around his gun, his world, his madness.

-" that's my good girl" he praised and pulled out the gun from your mouth.

And as you were lost in his deep dark eyes, you noticed the men's noise was no more noticeable, surely making their way somewhere more private to " take care " of your father's men.

A smirk curled your lips slightly.

-" was it believable?"

If he would have been able, he would have smiled just as when he was a kid, that bright smile he always remembered around you.

-" so much that I wanted nothin' but to bend you over my desk and fuck you raw. In front of all my men ".

Your twisted grin widened.

-" would've let them see your baby's pussy, Manjiro ?"

You asked him with your fake innocent tone, bringing him over the edge. He let go of the gun, pushing it back in its holder before circling his hands around your hips, pulling you even closer than before.

-" would've blown their brain out after".

And he wasn't joking, since along with the feelings, he also started to get jealous. Everytime he would caught someone's gaze lingering a little too long on you, his blood would start boiling in his veins, his darkness screaming for blood and pain.

A chuckle leaves your lips, making his heart squeeze in his chest while he was unable to take his eyes away from your face as you did, eyes smoldered with mischief, cheeks faintly red, you were everything that kept him grounded, his strength and his weakness.

You were, what it would've took to bring him down, his Achilles heel.

-" you mad king " you teased, sliding the knife down on his collar and smiling at him lovingly, letting your lips linger near his without ever touching them.

-" Am I ?" Tilting his head, his eyes studied you, a threatening glare you should have flinched to, instead, you just cut the first button of his shirt, eyes never leaving his.

-" Mad king." You repeated, his hands around your waist easily lifted you, earning a gasp from your lips.

-" Betrayed your father for a mad king ?"

With you still on his arms like you weighted nothing, he walked toward the table and sat you on it, you parted your legs so he could stand between them.

His hands found your back, teasingly flying above the zipper of your dress, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer.

-" I did something bad ".

Your voice echoed in his head, that good girl tone sending shivers down his spine. He needed you , and you needed him just as much as he did.

And in no time, you found yourself bare in front of him for the umpteenth time, giving yourself to the man who killed your father.

The man you helped to kill your father.

Mikey threw his head back, feeling the knot in his balls tightening from how tight you were squeezing him, his hands were holding your hips so tightly he had no doubt it would bruise, but he loved it, staining you.

-" what would daddy think , if he saw his princess clenching 'round my cock like a fuckin' virgin, hm ?"

His voice was almost quivering, raw and hoarse, deep in pleasure. His hands wandered toward the valley of your breasts, and he lowered his face to drink on the sight you were giving him.

Bare for him, eyes rolled back, tears trickling down your cheeks, mouth hanging open for his kisses, and shit, he was head over heels for you.

He leaned over you, taking your lips in another heated kiss and swallowing a high moan you left when he thrusted particularly harder in you.

-" He liked- Oh fuck, Manjiro !" His cock throbbed harder when you screamed his name and clenched around him tighter, peppering kisses along your neck.

-" He liked to keep me helpless by his side " you tried to say without moaning or crying, sinking deeper on his cock. " I'm not his fucking princess".

-" Hell yeah, you my queen " Mikey's words felt more like a grunt or a moan, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, how could he help it ? Everything about you was just so perfect.

From the way you milked him so nicely, to the way you helped him to kill your father, willingly giving him every information or help he needed when your so smart head discovered his goal.

Sometimes, he wondered if you were a gift sent from god himself to him, or just one of Satan's lures to get him deeper in hell. Damn, how could he have found someone to love, someone who accepted him, and better, someone who got along with his madness ? He would never let you go.

His thumb kept playing with your clit until you came undone on his cock, moaning his name endlessly and mesmerizing him by the sight of your face, drunk in pleasure.

-" Didn't liked the way they were eyeing my bitch. " He grunt in your ears, pounding relentlessly in you while you were long gone now, nothing more than a rag doll in his rough but loving arms. " Gotta make them know you're mine. Gotta fuck a child inside ya, yeah ? Fucking love of m'life ".

You were definitely too high on pleasure to even respond, riding your second orgasm already. Your hands flew to his hair, caressing his locks softly despite the way he was pounding in you, and something inside Manjiro's chest squeezed hard, how you would always soften for him even in his worst days, he didn't deserve you...

-" Don't- Uh... Don't make me regret betraying my own blood for you, 'Jiro " you gasped, tears in the corner of your eyes and mouth agape, his lips rested and lingered on your forehead, while he felt his balls growing heavier and heavier.

-" been loyal to me 'til the very end, I'd rather die than let my baby down ".

Those were a man's words, a king's words. To him, you were his ride or die, his one and only.

You trusted him with your grandfather's empire, knowing your father wasn't doing his duty as he should, you put everything your ancestors worked hard for into his dirty hands, and showered him with the love he would not deserve in million years.

Mikey knew, if he had to die for someone, someday, it would be you.

Your lips grazed against his ear, soft voice singing right against him and making him moan your name louder.

-" your queen " you corrected him, placing kisses all along his neck, inhaling his cologne.

Kanto Manji's head leaned in your embrace, nose brushing against your hair to inhale your heavenly scent now long lingering on his pillow and sheets at home.

Mikey was loyal, maybe a hell to work with, but nonetheless loyal. You have devoted everything for him, just as one of his men, he had to respect you and take care of you, and he just had a soft spot for you, how could he refuse you anything while being inside you this way ?

You felt his small smirk against your cheek when he came inside you, breaths heavy, chest brushing against yours, his deep voice made you shiver.

-" Yes. Yes, your majesty".

I took the challenge! Hope you would like it, unknown person, I wrote it half asleep with my poor 3am imagination.

Network : @tokyo-ballroom @downtown-roponggi

Requests are still open for TR characters!

#kanto manji x reader #kanto manji gang #mikey smut #mikey fluff #mikey angst #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani #tokyo rev smut #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev fluff #tokyorev spoilers

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uswnt-imagines · 9 months

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I’m Not Sick

Reader denies she’s sick, much to the worry of her girlfriend and teammates

"Are you sure you're okay Y/N?"

Y/N shrugged off Sonnett's question. "I'm fine. Just allergies." The blonde looked at Y/N worriedly as the forward made her way out of the locker room and onto the field to warm-up. She then looked over at Kelley who shrugged. "We can't push her if she doesn't wanna be pushed Em."

On the field, Sophia watched her girlfriend start warming up. She noticed that Y/N was a little lethargic in her movements and that she was more flushed than usual. Alex trotted up next to her. "Hey, what's up with your girl? She looks like crap."

Sophia shrugged. "She hasn't said anything. When she gets sick, she goes into denial. She doesn't like to seem weak to people." Alex looked at Y/N sadly. She took Y/N under her wing when she first got called up. She had become a sister to Alex and the veteran forward would do anything in her power to make sure Y/N was always okay.

By the time the team hit their first break, Y/N was drenched in sweat. She was regretting coming to practice. When she woke up that morning, she had felt awful. Like someone had split her head open with a sledgehammer. Her stomach wasn't much better. She felt like she was gonna puke with every step she took.

Vlatko had decided that today was gonna be the day that they conditioned which made Y/N wanna die. With every lap she ran, her stomach churned. She didn't notice Sophia or Alex looking at the girl worriedly, waiting to help at any moment.

Hell didn't break loose until they started to scrimmage. While going for Kristie's corner kick, Y/N and Crystal knocked heads. Crystal got Y/N right in the temple, causing the girl to lose consciousness before she hit the ground.

Sophia and the medics were at Y/N's side in seconds. "She's burning up." One of the medics took one of the sensor thermometers, holding it in front of Y/N's forehead. "103.4. She must have the flu, let's get her to the back and get some fluids in her." The team watched as the medics moved Y/N back to the training rooms.

Sophia went to follow after them but Alex stopped her. "Let them get her settled and you can go see her when we're done." Sophia nodded and let Alex guide her back to practice.

Y/N groaned as she woke up. "Who turned the sun on max brightness?" She groaned as she heard a giggle next to her. "Hang on babe." The lights dimmed and Y/N slowly cracked an eye open.

She saw Sophia looking at her while stroking the back of her hand. "Soph, what happened?" The younger girl sighed. "You and Crystal knocked noggins going for a corner but the medics said you also have the flu. Why didn't you tell anyone you were sick?"

Y/N looked away from her girlfriend. "I didn't wanna bother anyone and make them miss practice to take care of me, so I thought I could power through it. Obviously, I couldn't."

Sophia sighed and kissed Y/N's hand. "Baby, you aren't a bother. Everyone here cares about you. You scared everyone half to death when you didn't wake up. They wanna take care of you Y/N. I wanna take care of you, you just have to let us."

Y/N sighed. She knew Sophia was right. She grew up in basically a parent less home. Her parents were always traveling for work so she had to grow up quicker than she wanted. She took care of herself. It was hard for her to open up.

Sophia tan her fingers through Y/N's hair. "Let's get you back to the hotel and into a bed so you can rest, okay?" Y/N nodded and allowed her girlfriend to guide her to their car.

When they got back to the hotel and Y/N was showered, they laid in bed, watching a movie when a knock on their door was heard.

Sophia got up to answer it and came back with 21 worried teammates following her. Y/N shrunk under their worried gazes as Alex made her way to Y/N's side. "You really scared us bub. Please don't do that again. Tell us when your sick so we can take care of you."

Y/N cuddled into Alex's side. "I'm sorry Alex, and to you guys. I always took care of myself growing up so it's hard to accept when other people wanna take care of me. But I'm gonna try so we don't have to go through this again."

Kelley gently rubbed Y/N's leg. "That's all we're asking for kid, now let's have a snuggle party."

And that's how the team found themselves that night, all 23 crammed into one hotel room, looking over their teammate. Y/N had never felt more safe than in that moment with her team.

I think I'm gonna be okay with these guys.

#sophia smith x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt fanfic

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angelsanarchy · 3 months

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 29

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

"You didn't have to waste your Saturday. You could have enjoyed sleeping in." Oystein said as he leaned against the wall outside of the studio. She had encouraged him to get back into the things he loves the most which was his music so when he called up the band and said he wanted to record, they were eager to get in the booth with him.

"Sleeping in is no fun if I don't wake you up with a blowjob so I might as well spend it listening to you create music." She smiled making him look over at her.

"You're perfect, you know that?" Oystein said almost emotionless.

"Yeah I know. You're so lucky." Y/n teased before leaning over and kissing him. Hellhammer emerged from the booth and gave Y/n a wave.

"Hey we're ready to record guitar, if you are." He said as Oystein pushed off the wall. Oystein kissed you again before he followed him into the booth. Y/n walked to the vending machines to get food since they hadn't stopped for breakfast. The door opened again and she heard a sound of disgust.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Varg appeared looking annoyed.

"Making latkes, what the fuck do you think I'm doing here?" Y/n matched his energy.

"He's bringing you to recording sessions now? Great, two fucking annoyances to put up with." Varg spat.

"You know, you talk a lot for a guy who was practically handing out hand jobs when you first met Mayhem...don't think I don't remember you." This caught Varg's attention.

"You sat in that chair for like two hours waiting for a moment to try and talk to him and now you look at him like he didn't give you an in." Y/n chuckled.

"An in? I paid for his fucking studio time, I paid for the record, you don't know shit you cunt." Varg stepped closer to her.

"You paid because you wanted a way in and you didn't pay, your mommy did. You're just some leech who wants to take over something you had no hand in creating." Y/n laughed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You know, someone should really put a curb in your mouth. You run your ignorant mouth about things that would get you beaten and strung up someplace else. Perhaps I should remind you of the scum you truly are." She could feel Varg's breath on her face. She wasn't intimated by him in the slightest.

"You light a few churches up and suddenly you think you can throw around threats of violence? You a tough guy now Varg? You're a rich little prick who's mommy and daddy paid to get you out of their hair." Varg slammed his chest into Y/n and she hit the wall hard.

"Shut your whore mouth. You keep talking and I might just take that little bitch boyfriend of yours off his pedestal. He would make a real nice bitch in prison for arson." Varg gritted through his teeth. Y/n wasn't scared of Varg. The things he said to her didn't bother her until he brought up Oystein.

"You don't even know him. You suck dick of a guy who pretends to be something he's not. How pathetic are you?" Varg chuckled.

"I guess it would take a poser to spot a poser." Y/n was prepared as he stalked back towards her but Hellhammer opened the door and he halted in place.

"We're ready..." Hellhammer looked between you two and Varg stormed past him, knocking him out of the way.

"You okay?" Hellhammer looked her over and she gave him a nod.

"You can go in the studio if you want to wait with us. You don't have to sit out here." He offered kindly and Y/n smiled.

"I appreciate the offer but could you actually do me a favor? Can you tell Oy-" She stopped herself.

"Can you tell Euronymous that I'm going to head home?" She used his stage name, knowing the Hellhammer didn't mind if she used his real name but it felt silly when she only ever called Hellhammer....Hellhammer.

"Are you sure? Did Varg...did he do something to you?" He extended a hand out touching her arm and she shook her head.

"I don't want to cause any issues. He hates me but he also hates Euro so I think the both of us together might ignite a war and I want you guys to get some actual recording done." She tried to play it off.

"Fuck him. He's an asshole. Don't you ever think you don't have a place here with us. It's what Pelle would have wanted." She had never heard him talk about Pelle. She didn't think they were particularly close but she knew that being in a band together, living with one another, you had to have some kind of closeness.

She reached out and kissed Hellhammer on the cheek.

"Thank you, really. I'm okay. Take these snacks, fuel up and make some black metal music. I'd say kiss my boyfriend for me too but-"

"I gotta draw the line somewhere." He laughed. Hellhammer took the snacks and walked back into the studio with the others and Y/n watched Oystein from the door as he played. She smiled seeing how lost in the chords he was playing. Music was a real passion for him and she wanted him to keep playing. She hated that someone who loathed him so much tainted the band he loved so much.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x YN #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #Alkaline series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #29/35

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magniloquent-raven · 1 year

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i wrote this for me but yall can read it too if u want 💖it's just 2k of piercing kink lmfao

(so. cw needles)

"What's this?" Billy flicks a balled up grocery bag aside, plastic clips and crumpled receipts rustling as he shifts the mess around. He's pretty sure Steve hasn't cleaned this shitty little table out since...ever, probably. If he digs far enough he'll probably find whatever crap the previous renters left behind.

Steve flops on his side, wriggling over a cushion to join him, and propping his chin on the arm of the couch. It doesn't get him far enough to see into the drawer. Billy rolls his eyes and pinches the baggie, lifting it high enough to sarcastically wave it in Steve's face.

Needles glint in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Straight, silver, hollow-point needles, individually wrapped in neat little conjoined packages. There's other shit in the bag too, antiseptic wipes in packets stamped with green lettering, weird looking tongs, latex gloves rolled into a nearly unrecognizable blue mass.

Maybe the better question would've been why does Steve goddamn Harrington have a piercing kit?

Steve blinks at it, recognition dawning at a snail's pace. "Oh, that." He folds his arms under his chin, resting on his forearms. His cheek squishes a little and Billy wants to do something stupid. Like. Grab his face. Or kiss the dumb little wrinkle between his brows. "That's Robin's fault."

"What."

"She wanted her nose pierced. And it's, like. Cheaper to just buy the stuff for it, I guess." He blows a strand of hair out of his eyes, and Billy's fingers twitch. "I told her it was a dumbass idea. But it turns out, not for the reasons I thought. She freaked out when I put the needle through. So. Yeah. It was a whole thing."

"Hm."

Billy eyes the kit. Imagines Buckley flailing and teary with a needle stuck in her face. Expects to be amused by her being a giant baby but instead the thought...changes. Shifts. To Steve and his careful fingers, gently preparing the spot, guiding her head to the right angle...

A surge of jealousy hits him in the chest, and the scene blurs, getting less coherent, until—

Cold needle and warm hands, the sharp rush of it, pain and heat and an indefinable feeling prickling up his spine.

Billy fiddles with the silver hoops in his ear.

There's something simmering in his gut. Nerves, maybe, partly. But it's more than that. Deeper. He bites his lip.

"You should do me too."

Steve sputters, a pink flush blooming on his cheeks.

Billy grins at him, all canine and confidence he doesn't feel. "Piercing, Harrington."

"But—"

"Nah, c'mon, we're doing this." He tosses the baggie at Steve—who fumbles, but catches it—and with his newly freed hands, strips off his shirt. He drops it on the floor, not bothered about where it might land.

Steve is doing his best impression of a fish out of water, shallow, quiet breaths the only sound escaping his gaping mouth. His entire face has gone splotchy. It's kind of adorable.

"I don't have all day," Billy prods. He does, and even if he didn't, he'd make time. But Steve doesn't need to know that. "I'm not gonna freak out, if that makes you feel any better. Cross my heart." He draws an x on his bare chest. Steve's eyes follow the motion, and linger even after he's dropped his hand.

He's been doing that a lot lately. Lingering. Looking. It's...interesting. Exhilarating.

"This is a stupid idea," Steve says faintly.

"When has that ever stopped you?"

That gets a laugh out of Steve, the corner of his eyes crinkled as he scoffs and acts offended. "Whatever, man, just don't blame me if it gets infected."

They're doing this. They're fucking doing this. Billy's stomach swoops like a bird in flight.

This is such a dumb idea.

Billy doesn't care.

He sits on the coffee table, across from Steve, who's still half-lounging on the couch. Their knees brush, and Billy feels it everywhere. He's a live wire, tense and jittery as a current runs through him, tingling in his extremities and coiling in his guts. It takes more than a little effort just to keep still and appear unaffected.

Steve eyes him, his gaze wandering up and down. "So. I'm guessing you don't want it in your nose..."

Billy snickers at that, he can't help it. "Do you say that to all the girls?"

"Good idea, mock the guy who's about to poke holes in you."

"No, no, I'm being serious," Billy dissolves into further giggles, "If you haven't figured out where to stick it yet I'd like to know."

"Har har."

"I could give you some pointers."

"Are you done?" The question is punctuated by the elastic snap of Steve pulling on a latex glove. He's trying to keep his expression neutral, unimpressed and unamused, one eyebrow raised and his lips flat, but there's a hint of mirth glittering in his eye and the corner of his mouth keeps twitching. Overall the way he's watching Billy fall all over himself laughing is too fond, too warm to be convincingly annoyed.

That shuts Billy up faster than genuine annoyance would have. He rubs the back of his neck, like he can wipe away the hot flush with his hands, and he ducks his head to hide a dopey grin.

"Alright." There's a rustling noise as Steve digs through the bag. "Um. I gotta." He waves the wipe he retrieved, vaguely gesturing at Billy's chest with it. The kit is clutched in his other hand, wrinkled between his tense fingers.

"What are you waiting for."

Steve inspects him. Silently. Eyes skimming over his chest again, flicking up to his face nervously. "You're sure about this, right?"

"Yes."

"You're really—"

"Steve. I really want you to do it."

Steve lets out a slow, quiet breath. "Okay." He nods, his expression hardening into something more determined. Something that makes Billy want to kiss his stupid face even more than usual.

It doesn't help that the next thing Steve does is put his hands on Billy's chest. He only needed one. Two fingers separated from Billy's skin by cold, damp antiseptic. Two fingers circling the hard nub of his nipple while his thumb brushes sensitive skin underneath. That would have been overwhelming enough. But Steve shifts closer to him, perched on the edge of the couch, positioning himself between Billy's thighs, and skims his palm up Billy's side, over his ribs, for no goddamn reason.

He's not keeping Billy in place, his touch is too soft for that, he's just...holding him.

Billy's insides are mush. Hot syrupy goop.

And his dick is a hard line in his jeans, straining against his zipper.

He bites his bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth to keep quiet. It feels wrong somehow, to look at Steve right now, while he's getting off on something that's...it's not the same for Steve. They're not on the same page, and he knows it. But he can't tear his eyes away. He's so close. And so pretty. Even more so when he's concentrating. Dark eyes focused only on Billy. Lips parted just a little.

"Okay, I gotta use the...this thing. Now." Steve tosses the wipe aside and picks up the clamp, clicking it a couple times and staring at it like it's a note written in a foreign language.

"Mhm." Billy does his best not to squirm.

See, the thing is, Billy's the only person who's ever done anything to his nipples. Like it's never occurred to the people he's slept with that he'd enjoy it. Maybe they just didn't care to ask. And maybe he was too embarrassed to bring it up. Chicks like getting their nipples played with, okay. It's...it's stupid that he can't get himself off without one pinched between his fingers. It's weird that sometimes he neglects his cock because he's got both hands up his shirt.

Turns out being touched by someone else is on a whole different level. Touched without a flimsy barrier between them. Touched firmly, with intention.

He sways forward, jolting a little when Steve pinches, tugs, sending a bolt of heat right through him. He grips the edge of coffee table hard enough to hear it creak.

The clamp is colder than the wipe. Or maybe he's just warmer now. He can feel his pulse pounding, and he can almost hear the blood rushing south.

"You're being really quiet," Steve says carefully. The clamp is securely in place, but Steve hasn't taken his hand off Billy's chest yet. His palm is a little sweaty, cupped under Billy's pec, his thumb moving absently in circles that make Billy shiver.

"Is there something you'd like me to say?" Jesus, he didn't expect to sound so hoarse.

Steve opens his mouth. Closes it again. "Um." He busies himself with rooting through the kit to fish out a needle. "Nope. Just. Usually I can't get you to shut up, so."

He doesn't have a witty reply. Or even a fucking stupid one. There's nothing in his head but static and a silver gleam.

"Last chance to back out."

Billy lets out an annoyed huff.

"Okay. Well. Here we go."

Here they go.

Billy's breath catches when Steve unwraps the needle, his imagination already three steps ahead. The phantom sensation is enough to make his dick throb.

He's as patient as he can be with Steve's hesitation. His lingering a hair's breadth from Billy with the needle's point. His shaky little breath to steel himself. Billy's about ready to crawl out of his own skin by the time Steve finally thrusts in and pierces him.

As much as he was waiting and waiting and waiting for it, he wasn't fully expecting it when it happened, and it knocks the air from his lungs. One small point of contact is his whole world for the seconds it takes to pass through, one crystalized moment, sharp and shining. And then the rush. The blanket of warmth that settles over him afterwards.

He doesn't realize his eyes have fallen shut until he opens them again, blinking until Steve's wide-eyed stare comes into focus.

"I've got the, uh. Barbell. Gonna put that in now."

It's a tricky part. Billy wonders vaguely if Steve actually knows what he's doing, and he finds he doesn't care. He cares even less when he feels the needle move again, tugging, rubbing against sensitive skin. His gaze drops to the little bit of tongue poking out the corner of Steve's mouth, and everything else seems a little blurry. He shifts his hips, just a little, he can't help it. It's not a conscious thought, it's just friction; Steve's clever fingers and the warm scent of honey shampoo are making him dizzy. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, letting himself sink a little deeper into the haze of sensations.

"There! Done," Steve says it, but he doesn't pull away. "Did you want the other one—"

"Yes."

Steve blinks at him. "You seem kinda…" His gaze wanders. Downward. A little more. And then his eyes widen. "Oh."

He doesn't sound as freaked out as Billy might've expected. He mostly sounds…curious. Which. Is very interesting.

"Well. I guess I'll do you again then."

Holy shit.

Okay.

It's different the second time. Steve's different. He teases, wiping Billy clean for much longer than he needs to, circling and circling 'til Billy's squirming, aching, wanting more but unwilling to beg. Every time he shifts his hips a shudder jitters up his spine. His briefs are wet and sticking to the tip of his dick, still uncomfortably trapped by denim.

It's also harder to keep track of Steve's individual movements. Getting the clamp, unwrapping the needle, putting the bag down, throwing the ripped packaging aside. The first time he was hyperaware of everything, anticipation clawing at his patience. Now, he's sinking into a warm bath, he's floating on a cloud, he's loose-limbed and more focused on the hot flush on his chest and the darkness of Steve's blown pupils than anything else.

There's just…moments. The surprised part of Steve's lips when Billy accidentally lets a whimper slip. The needle point piercing his skin. The sudden wave of heat that slams him in the gut when Steve brushes his knuckle over Billy's swollen nipple, the way his vision whites out and he trembles and he fucking cums in his jeans, while sitting on Steve's goddamn coffee table.

He's not sure when exactly Steve finished up, but suddenly he's all too aware that his chest hurts and his underwear is sticky and Steve is looking uncertain again, despite his hand resting on Billy's thigh.

"So…that was…" Steve flounders. Pauses. Opens his mouth to keep floundering.

Billy kisses him. It's one little peck on the mouth. Just one. It's two seconds of contact, and Billy's heart is only racing because he just had an orgasm, okay.

"Thanks," he says, his voice embarrassingly soft. Like that's gonna make everything less weird.

But Steve smiles at him. Cracks a grin, and then snickers. Because, yeah, sure, it's weird, it was all weird, but…maybe that's fine.

tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you 💕

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #stranger things #a raven's writing desk

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marriiemeii · 8 months

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Protective || csc

word count: 2056

genre: fluff, overthinking (slight), husband seungcheol

synopsis: seungcheol's overthinking causes his protective side to show a bit.

Seungcheol's List

As I was watching my wife walk to her car while shivering from the cold and walking in a cute way, I realized that she's not a very intimidating person, or at least to me she wasn't. If people saw her the way I do, they'd think she was kind of innocent or naive, aka an easy target and that's something I didn't really want or like.

This was something I wondered about pretty often seeing how she acts whenever she's with me. She's always very playful or happy, which isn't bad but again it makes me wonder if people see her as an easy target. I often tell her to make sure she doesn't look like an easy target, to be aware of her surroundings, and a bunch of different things to make sure she'll be safe whenever she decides to go out alone. It's a rare occasion but it does happen sometimes.

But as I watch her walk on the curb in front of me to get to her car, I wonder if she actually takes my advice when she's alone. My heart slowly feels like it's dropping down as the realization hits me that she's going out alone and people might think she's an easy target. Someone could try slipping something in her drink when she’s not looking, they could see her getting out of her car alone and follow her around, so many things could go wrong.

I catch up to her as she continues walking towards her car. She looks back when she hears my footsteps getting closer to her and smiles at me brightly as I stop in front of her.

"Did I forget something?" She tilts her head in wonder. I stare at her, debating in my head if I would sound overprotective if I talk to her about my worries. I shake my head with a small smile.

"You didn't forget anything. Just wondering if you'd like me to go with you?" I suggested to her. She hums thinking about my offer.

"You're gonna go with me to the club, when it's supposed to be girl's night? Even Niki, Minah, and Cami are going by themselves," She pouts at me.

I scratch the back of my neck nervously. "I don't mind, I'll just go to the bar until you're done."

She looks at me curiously before asking, "Is there a reason why you want to go? I don't mind you coming with me, y'know? I love you and will never be bothered by your presence, but it just seems really random for you to wanna come with me."

As she told me this, I started to feel guilt pooling in my stomach. Here I am, disturbing her time with her friends when she never really sees them in person due to their schedule and even locations not matching, since most of them tend to travel often. Not only that but she also never really asks to go to guys' night out unless the girls will be there too. I don't want to be the reason why she ends up not having as much fun if I tell her my reasoning.

"No, there's no reason. I just wanted to go out with you. Just feeling a little off right now." I explained. Because I'm afraid something could happen to you but I don't wanna ruin your night out.

She laughs then grabs my arm and starts dragging me back to our home. I let her drag me despite knowing I could just stay in place if I wanted to.

"Why are we going back to the house?" I asked her. She looks back at me to shush me before opening the front door. She kicks off her black heels and looks down at my shoes, hinting at me to take off my shoes as well. I sigh in fake exasperation before kicking off my shoes.

She continues dragging me through the house all the way to our bedroom before stopping in front of the bed. She turns around and grabs my shoulders before moving me to stand in front of the bed while facing her. She pushes my shoulders down so that I'd sit down and I comply.

"Sooo, what's happening?" I hesitantly ask her. She walks to our shared closet ignoring my question. I hear her rummaging through the clothes as she hums to herself.

She walks out of the closet with some clothes in her hands, that look awfully a lot like mine, and drops it on the bed next to me. Before looking at me with her arms on her hips.

"If you're coming with me, I get to choose what you're wearing and you're wearing that outfit," She nodded towards the pile, she unceremoniously plopped right next to me.

I look at her questioningly. She sighs before explaining her actions.

"Every time we go to the club, girls flock all over you and it makes me wanna stay next to you. But if we match, maybe it'll ward them off!" She reasons with a smile, thinking her plan was brilliant.

"But, I mean, wouldn't a lot of people match with us? You didn't choose anything specific," I tell her as I look through the clothes. Her face scrunches up in confusion.

"What do you mean? It's unique! We're both wearing black turtleneck shirts, brown bottoms, and black shoes!" She argues, frowning at me.

I admit that the turtlenecks are unique but I don't think people would really notice that at the club. I just smile slightly at her and nod my head quietly, not wanting her to destroy the closet to look for clothes.

"You're sure, you're alright with me disrupting girl's night?" I asked her, concerned that she may be hiding her feelings from me. Like what I'm currently doing. I'm a hypocrite.

She walks to me and squeezes herself between my thighs before wrapping her arms around my neck. She pecks my forehead and lays her forehead against my own with her eyes closed.

"Of course, I'd want you there. You always make me feel safe, knowing that you're there to help me out when I need you," She says quietly. I bring my arms up from my sides to wrap them around her waist. She seems so fragile to me as I hold her like this. I inhale deeply to calm my worries about her going out. Breathing in her scent helped me be at ease a lot. The guilt in me seemed to fade away and the nagging voice in my head quieted down.

I pulled away from the hug a bit to look up at her from my seat, as she opened her eyes and looked down at me. I could feel her fingers playing with the ends of my hair by my neck. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and just let her play with my hair.

“I, uh, the reason why I wanted to go was because I was overthinking. It occurred to me that I don’t really know how you are in public when I’m not around and I just thought that, maybe, you don’t take the advice I gave you about when you’re in public,” I looked away embarrassed that I was thinking kind of poorly of my own wife. Her fingers stopped playing with my hair and she took her hands away. I tried my best to not show that I wanted her to continue. She put her hands on my face and turned it to make me look at her in the eyes.

“I hope you know that I do take your advice seriously. You told me that when I’m in public, I need to show that I’m not an easy target, so I pretend to be tough,” She remarks with a stern face. It was quiet for a bit after her declaration. Until I started to chuckle a bit and eventually turned into full on laughs.

She looks at me with a pout on her face, somewhat offended that I was laughing at what she said. “What’s so funny, huh??”

I continued laughing, thinking of her being “tough” in public. Her being tough didn’t seem like it would fit on her, especially with what I know about her. She was the equivalent to a baby kitten trying to be tough. When they hiss and glare at you but they’re not scary at all, if anything it’s just cute to watch.

“I said to be aware of your surroundings and try not to look like you’re an easy target, not to be tough. I don’t think tough is in your vocabulary anyways,” I answered her, after my laughter seemed to calm down. She takes her hands away completely as she pouts and attempts to back away from me, but my arms were wrapped around her so she couldn’t get very far.

“Lemme gooo, I don’t like you anymore. You’re making fun of me when all I’m trying to do is make you feel better,” She mumbled. I shook my head at her and buried my face in her stomach. She starts squealing andlaughing because her stomach is ticklish. She squirms around trying to get away from me but my grip around her was too tight. I lift my face up from her stomach and look at her with a smile, happy to hear her laugh and see her smile. She pants a little as she calms down from the small tickling session.

“So, did you still wanna come with me? Like I said before I don’t mind you being there, as long as you’re ok with being with us girls,” She probed.

“The girls won’t be mad I’m crashing your girls’ night?” I thought of how they might react. They don’t seem like the type to get mad, but they definitely would make fun of me.

“Of course they won’t be mad, they’re just gonna bother you to be our waiter basically,” She beamed at me. I sigh and shake my head with a smile before agreeing to go with her. She cheers and wiggles from side to side doing her little happy dance in my arms. I let my arms unwrap from around her waist. She goes to the side of the bed and lays down on it. I questioned what she was doing and her response was “watching my free show” and motions towards me and the pile of clothes.

I laugh at her silliness but do what she wants and get ready in front of her. She starts catcalling me when I start changing my clothes which I proceeded to flip her off. After that she gets up and heads to the living room to go call the girls and tell them there was a slight change in plans. I could overhear her talking to them a bit and heard her mentioning she was bringing me with her because she wanted me there because she misses me. Hiding the fact that I was the one who wanted to go because I was worried about her.

I smiled to myself as I continued to listen to her and the girls’ conversation. They were getting on her for bringing a guy to girls’ night but she didn’t seem to care. I thought it was cute of her to cover up the reason why she was bringing me and that she was taking the blame for me. She didn’t have to but she probably didn’t want me to be embarrassed. I finished getting ready and headed out to the living room where she was. Her back was towards me as she continued conversing. I snuck behind her and wrapped my arms around her and put my head on her shoulder.

“See you soon,” I say into Kaya’s phone. I hear the girls all start talking at once and hang up the phone. Kaya turns around and looks up and down at me checking the outfit she made me wear before nodding in content.

“You look sooo good,” She pokes my stomach. I grab her hand and start dragging her the way she did to me.

“Come on, it’s time to go head over to the girls,” I tell her. She laughs and moves her arm so that our fingers are interlocked instead.

“I call passenger princess!”

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Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 13: the greenhouse

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When we got there it was nothing extravagant. Just a cold ass greenhouse with muggy walls and soaked flowers. Mr. Molina led the group of us in two lines. Stefan and Edward walked behind Rosalie in silent pain while Alice happily looked at all the flowers with Jasper. He didn’t particularly want to be there and the only smile he had was when he was looking at Alice.

“So how long do you have to wear the brace?” Rosa asked.

“I'm still acting because after you phase you heal fast, so technically it's fine but people will want to know why it healed so fast” I explained.

Stefan turned around and started walking backwards as he talked to us. “People come out of car crashes all the time without even a scratch, I think your over estimating how many people will actually notice.”

The way he put it particularly bothered me. I tried not to show it given the fact he had no idea and it wasn't really far to him. “That's not always the case Stefan”

Before Stefan could respond Edward hit him in the back of the head and walked away without a word.

“What was that for?” I asked.

Rosalie shrugged. “He’s just in one of his moods”

I stayed silent after that, not everyone survives car crashes, my parents didn’t so why did I? Rosalie looked at me and tilted her head giving me a concerned look. I flashed her a smile and silently listened to Mr. Molina as he led us through the greenhouse.

I looked up and saw Bella and Edward a couple of feet ahead of us. He looked slightly annoyed with her, in fact they just looked annoyed with each other. “He doesn't look happy” I mumbled to Rosalie.

She shrugged. “Told you, it's just one of his moods”

I rolled my eyes and ended it with that as Tyler came up to me with a huge grin and a cup of brown liquid. “What is that?” I asked.

“Compost tea, dare me to drink it?” I laughed but quickly shook my head no.

Rosalie held a small smile but shook her head too as Mr. Molia shouted at us. “Don't drink it! Its for the plants”

The three of us laughed as Tyler gave it to a rose bush like he was instructed. As he left Damon finally returned from God knows where.

“Here you go beautiful” Damon smiled as he handed Rosalie a white rose. I'm pretty sure she’d be bushing if she could. I smiled at the cute gesture as he walked in between us with his arm around rosalie.

“So are you actually not going to prom?” Damon asked and I just shrugged. I was waiting for Emmett but then again, it's months away and the other humans are acting like they're gonna be beheaded if they don't get a date asap.

“I don’t know…i don't care about school activities” i said trying not to look disappointed that Emmett hasn't even given it a thought about us going together. And loud music and a bunch of teenagers in a crowded room has never been my thing.

“Says the one in marching band,” Damon chuckled. Technically marching season ended before I even joined. Rosalie rolled her eyes at Damon but her expression turned soft as she looked at me. “She’s waiting for my idiot brother to ask”

I blushed and looked down at the ground. I almost fell to said ground as Bella slipped and about took me down with her. Damon quickly wrapped his arm around my front and kept me from falling. Rose gave Bella a nasty look as Damon stabled me.

“Sorry” she mumbled over and over.

“It's fine, what do you want?” I asked . She then looked at me with a panicked look. “Milke Newton asked me to prom”

I smiled and crossed my arms. “I know, your welcome” as Bella's eyes widened Damon and Rosalie tried to fight their laughter.

“Why?!” she asked, panicking like usual.

“What did you say?” Damon asked,

“I told him I was going to Jacksonville”

“What’s in Jacksonville?” Edward said, suddenly appearing next to us. Bella scoffed and walked towards the bus. Edward followed with an annoyed expression.

“He sucks at talking to girls, doesn't he?” I asked. Damon laughed then turned to me. “Your the only one he doesn't suck at talking to” his laughter got worse as his brother and few humans gave him weird looks.

“Calm down Damon,” Stefan sighed. He was ignored as Daomon rested his forehead on Rosalie’s shoulder trying to talk during his fit of lighter. Damon is definitely the definition of the black sheep of the family. His humor and his ‘I dont give a fuck additued’ made him diffrent from the other Cullens.

“He's chasing this girl around like she's something amazing and, and she has the personality of a corn chip” Damon said trying to breathe after his happy attack. “He's so freaking whipped”

Even if Rosalie agreed she still hit his shoulder so he would stop. I laughed knowing it was true about my loving cousin, after that ordeal the three of us walked out of the greenhouse since the trip was over. I said my goodbyes to Damon and Rosalie and headed towards Edward.

“Hey, Buddy” I said playfully, nudging him with my shoulder. He smiled at me but then looked up and frowned as Bella quietly walked around. “Do you like my cousin?”

He raised an eyebrow then smiled. “Do you like my brother?” I looked down and blushed as the real answer ran through my head.

Yes I do, what's your point?”

He chuckled as we walked towards the bus. “You didn’t answer my question” I said to my friend as we stopped at the entrance to the bus. Bella was next to walk up and she looked extremely pissed at the sight she saw. Edward laughing and being ‘normal’ with me really made her blood boil. I didn’t care, she couldn’t tell me who I could and couldn’t be friends with.

“Hey” Alice said softly as she walked up to us with her kind smile. “Are you gonna ride with us?”

Before Bella could answer Edward knocked on the bus door. “No, ours is full” he said bluntly and marched on the bus. I mouthed ‘sorry’ to Bella and got on with Alice.

“Really dude?” I asked with a dry chuckle. Edward sighed as I sat next to him. Alice and Jasper set in the set across from us then Damon and Rosalie sat behind us. After a while Stefan returned as well and sat with me and Edward.

“I just don't know what to say to her,” Edward admitted. I sighed knowing how she felt. Even if I was comfortable with Emmett there were just some things I didn't know how to say.

“Im not good with words either Ed” we both then looked at Stefan. He stayed quiet and shrugged. “My track record sucks, don't come to me for relationship advice”

Our conversation came to a halt as everyone started piling in and the engine started. The bus rumbling made me sick to my stomach. I didn’t know why, I was fine this morning with Emmett but now I feel like I'm about to burst.

Don't crash

I mumbled this in my head over and over as I tapped my foot. Edward places a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked as Stefan looked at me worried too. I shook my head trying to reassure the boys.

“Im fine” I smiled as the bus started to move. Neither one of the boys knew what to do so they looked over to their right where Jasper and Alice were. Jasper looked at me with a kind look and as he did i started to calm down a bit.

The rest of the ride wasn't all that bad Damon continued to make Bella and Edward jokes which did make all of us laugh…all of us except for Edward of course. I felt so weird benign this comfortable with the so called enemy, but I wouldn’t change it for the world now i think about it.

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jaegerisim · 9 months

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Screaming And Crying (and kissing in the rain).

*enters your dashboard visibly disheveled* heeeeyyyy y'all, it's me ya girl w a new AU!!! haha dw all of my fics will be finished, um, eventually. Someday.... Anyways this is for my moodboard that got waaaayy too much attention than anticipated. Enjoy! 💕🌈

TW: smoking

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One of these days Will was going to fire his manager. The manager in question being his beloved stepsister, El Hopper.

"So I'm supposed to believe you forgot Mike fucking Wheeler is gonna play my love interest? You just conveniently forgot, right? Fucking great!" Will paced his living room back and forth. He was on the verge of hysteria. It didn't help his mood that Dan, his boyfriend, had cheated on him. That fucking asshole.

"Just calm down, Will. I know you and Mike have a complicated history between the two but you need to do this" reasoned El, calmly sipping from her mug of coffee.

"Do what? A gay rom-com with Mike Wheeler playing my boyfriend? How is that gonna help? How is that gonna change the fact that him and I detest each other. How?" demanded Will, throwing himself on top of his couch, like the dramatic person he is.

"Oh, the tragedy! You and Mike have to make-out! Oh, the horrors!" interrupted Max Mayfield, Will's best friend, eating a baguette.

Will plucked the baguette from her hand and took a bite from it.

"Oh, shut up. Besides I doubt you guys want to see Lucas anymore than I want to see Mike!" snapped Will, knowing he'd hit a sore subject for both girls.

Max pressed her lips in a fine line. "Lucas will probably ignore me, which is what you should do with Mike! Ignore his antiques and live your life."

"Besides why do I need to do this?" spoke Will while chewing.

"Ew, gross. Swallow before talking, for fucks sake!" Max gagged.

"Will, I need you to get this through your thick skull, m'kay? You are an actor, right? Well your job is acting then. Not living off the press and media like a leech." scolded El, and she did have a point. Will had been living off the press for the last 2 years with romantic scandals and modelling jobs.

"Fine, I'll do it. Whatever. I don't care, but if this movie flops it's your fault!" Will wags his finger between Max and El, for emphasis.

"If you'd even bothered to read the script you would know this movie isn't going to flop." The red haired huffed

"I don't need to read to know it's gonna flop 'cause Mike and I are gonna play boyfriends and we are rivals! He is my nemesis, even! I can't stand his smug, freckled face!" Will let out a frustrated groan. "I need a smoke. Max, you coming?"

Max gave El a small kiss on the lips and followed Will to the garden.

"How can I play Mike's boyfriend without gagging. We have 0 chemistry! Who the fuck casted this shit?" said Will lighting his cigarette and passing the lighter over to Max

"First of all, the casting was done by Robin Buckley and the director is Murray Batman, so you keep your mouth shut." snapped Max, she was Mr. Bauman's greatest admirer. "Second of all, you guys used to have loads of chemistry. Remember when the 6 of us used to interviews together?"

Will turned over to look at Max, whose eyes glinted with nostalgia in the moonlight.

He took a long drag and exhaled slowly, Max mimicked him.

"That was when we were 15, Max. Nine fucking years ago. We haven't talked since then. How are we supposed to show chemistry? Anyways, it's not like I have much of a choice, do I?" Will sighed, softly. He remembered his teenage years with Mike. The both of them were wild and free. Not worrying about scandals and reputations.

"Do you want to be my friend?"

"Yes."

"Nope." she answered.

"Ok. Well, I'm guessing the both of you are characters too, right?"

Will threw his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. The red-haired woman did the same.

"Yeah, El plays your childhood best friend and I play the antagonist. I'm Mike's stepsister and in love with you." Max rolled her eyes.

"Ew."

"I know, thankfully you only kiss Mike. Lucas plays your coworker and El's love interest. Dustin is your kind neighbour who happens to be Mike's best friend." explained Max, entering their house.

"These are gonna some complicated years of filming, it better be worth it" Will thought.

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chaseadrian · 2 years

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omg nina! how about “permission to lean in?” “permission granted.” please? with steve bc we know he’s an idiot (affectionate) thank you!!!

hi theo!!! ghfdj this is a cute one omg

send me one + a st character

don’t scoff at me

word count: 1.5k pairing: steve harrington/gn!reader summary: steve scoffs, and you don't appreciate it. a/n: reader is like kind of dramatic in this, fair warning. if there’s gendered language in this when referring to reader please let me know!! <33

Steve always let you or Robin pick the movies. He never had a vested interest in the actual movie, it was more about the three of you crowded onto the couch, flinging popcorn at each other and making jokes.

Tonight it was just you and Steve, however, after Robin rushed into Family Video, slapping her hands down on the counter to draw your attention. She had a date, and she was nearly pulling her hair out as she recounted the tale of spilled coffee, rushed apologies, offers to buy dinner as a consolation.

So it was you and Steve on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between you two, in the space Robin usually occupied.

"Can't believe Robin got a date. Out of the three of us, she's the one with plans on a Friday night." Steve grabbed a handful of popcorn, bringing it to his mouth and sticking his tongue out, grabbing one piece at a time with the tip of his tongue like a frog.

You started throwing popcorn up in the air to catch, missing most of them, "You telling me you couldn't have rustled up a date for tonight if you tried?"

"I mean I could've, but I'm kinda over the whole hook up scene right now." He took a swig of his soda, cringing at the carbonation, "It's overwhelming after awhile."

"Sure, yeah, right. Totally get that." Your voice dry, you kept yourself focused on the popcorn in the air, no matter how many times it hit you in the nose or how jarring the scoff from Steve's mouth was.

He shoved the last few pieces of popcorn from his hand into his mouth and crossed his arms, slouching down on the couch.

You let the movie continue for several minutes—fidgeting in your seat, twiddling your thumbs, finishing off your can of soda—before speaking up again.

"Why did you scoff?"

Steve looked over at you, scratching the tip of his nose, eyebrows furrowing, "What?"

"Earlier, I agreed with you about hooking up and you like, scoffed at me."

"Oh, I dunno, instinct or something." He started sorting through the popcorn, picking out the kernels with the least grease.

"Hm." You leaned against the arm of the couch, setting your head in your hands.

He paused, looking up at you again, "Wait, are you mad about that?"

You rolled your eyes, "Well, ugh, I mean, do I not look like someone who can get a date?"

"No!"

You recoiled.

"I mean yes! You just don't—" He set the popcorn down on the floor, sliding into the middle cushion and turning to face you, one leg crossed over the other as his elbow rested atop the back cushion, "You don't hook up."

"I could hook up! I could hook up a lot, you don't know what I do. It's unfair of you to assume." You didn't know why this bothered you so much, why Steve seeing you as this sexless...thing was grating your brain so much.

He cocked his head at you, a smirk playing on his lips, "Seriously, c'mon."

You forced a frown, staring at him from under your brows, "Okay, yeah, fine, I don't hook up. Whatever." You pointed at him, "But I could if I wanted to!"

Steve raised his hands, "I'm not arguing that point!"

"Good." You flopped back against the couch.

"Good!" He followed suit, facing himself forward, his shoulder settling against yours.

The two of you sat there with your eyes on the screen for several more minutes, flickering glances every other minute. Neither of you moved, save for the anxious kick of Steve's ankle that kept stopping and starting and stopping and starting and stopping again every time he noticed you glancing at him.

"Wonder how Robin's date is going." He said, still looking forward.

"Yeah. Wonder if they're gonna hook up."

"Oh my god!" He turned towards you again, covering his face with his hands and pushing his hair up.

"You started it!" You matched his posture, pulling a leg up underneath you.

"I just scoffed! On accident! I didn't mean anything by it!"

"Oh come on, Steve. You scoffed at literally the idea of me hooking up with someone. That's so rude!”

“No! I scoffed at the idea of someone hooking up with you!”

You knitted your brows together, eyes flicking around trying to make sense of what that could even mean, “What’s the difference!”

“Because you shouldn’t be hooking up with just any rando on the street!” He stood up, situating a hand on his hip and gesturing with the other, “You should be hooking up with someone who cares about you! A lot of guys, a—and probably girls, would take advantage of you!”

You glared up at him, “Isn’t that the point of a hookup?! You do it all the time!” You put on your best Steve voice, “Pinocchio knew life was better without strings, and so do I.’ You literally say that every other Friday.”

“Well now I want the strings! And you should too!”

He pointed at you, and you stood up to match him, frustration bubbling in your chest, “Well maybe I don’t want them! Maybe I just want to feel attractive and desirable.”

Steve rubbed a hand over his forehead as you spoke.

"And it feels like shit that my best friend would scoff at even the notion that I could have that! Or—or that I would want that!”

“Because you already have it with me!” He threw his arms up, freezing when he realized what he said, crossing his arms again, his gaze falling down as he muttered, “Y’know if you...if you want it.”

You stood just as frozen in place as he was, mouth hanging open, dumbfounded by the confession. But a confession of what?

Feelings? Attraction? Did Steve want you the same way he wanted other people, or was he serious about the strings?

“What?” You asked, expression still stuck in anger.

He looked at you, his mouth changing shape as he started and abandoned several thoughts before finally settling on, “Nothing!” He pulled a hand away from his chest, letting it fall down against his thigh with a slap, “I’m sorry for scoffing.”

“I don’t forgive you.” You put your hands on your hips, “Not until you tell me what you mean.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing before he spoke.

“This would be so easy if we weren’t friends. Usually I just see a girl and all I have to do is comb my fingers through my hair or show her the romcom section and boom, date. But it just got...old. Go on a few dates, hook up, go on a few more dates, hook up more—”

He stopped himself when he noticed you squinting your eyes, head cocking as you watched him start talking in circles.

“My point is, they were all great girls. Nice girls, should’ve felt something for at least one of them.” He raised his shoulders, lips forming a thin line, “But I didn’t.”

Steve smiled to himself, eyes on the floor, “And then a couple months ago, we were—” He let out an exhale from his nose, “We were in the drive-thru and you leaned fully over me to order your food, like it was nothing. And then you um, you looked back and smiled at me and that...feeling, I think it was what I thought I would feel with someone else.”

“But you felt it with me.”

“I felt it with you.” He nodded, taking a step towards you, “I still feel it with you.”

You looked up at him as he drew in closer, swallowing hard, “Even though you scoffed.”

Steve brushed a hand through his hair, rolling his eyes, “Yes, because—and this is totally selfish—I don’t like the idea of you hooking up with other people. I’m not saying you should hook up with me, but...I wouldn’t be against it.”

Laughing, you pushed his shoulder, starting to feel stupid for making such a big fuss over a scoff.

“You gotta admit,” He said, “If I never scoffed, and if you weren’t such a drama queen, I probably also wouldn’t have told you how I felt. And then you wouldn’t have told me how you felt. Which you still haven’t done by the way.” He leaned over and nudged you with his elbow, “Wink wink.”

You shook your head, heat flushing your cheeks, your gaze turned downward, “I think you’re obnoxious.” Looking up at him, you caught the sparkle in his eye as he waited for you to continue, “But I could feel the same way about you. If you’re a good enough kisser.”

Steve’s jaw dropped, but he quickly replaced the offense with a smug smile, “Okay well, in that case. Permission to lean in?”

Wrapping a hand in his sweatshirt, you pulled him down to your lips, your other hand sliding into the back of his hair. You understood now more than ever why Steve was known for his hair, the strands knotting around your fingers, like vines on an old house. His lips were soft as he kissed you, palms resting against your cheeks.

You pulled back and grabbed his wrists, keeping his hands on you, your noses grazing together as you both smiled.

“Permission granted.”

He scoffed and kissed you on the nose.

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j-onedrabbles · 1 year

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒊𝒙: 20 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 cw: cursing wc: 0.8k

Y/n quickly dug through her closet to find something to wear. She didn’t plan on going out so she didn’t bother getting out of her pajamas this morning. Now she was going on a date? Utter panic.

“Pick up your goddamn phone Jisung,” Y/n muttered as she searched through her shirts.

“What do you want?” Jisung finally picked up his phone

“What do I wear?” She asked as she looked over at her phone she had propped up against near her closet while the video call rang.

“Y/n, baby, he’s not gonna care what you wear.”

“I was dressed damn near like a whore last night. I don’t wanna show up in sweats.”

“He’s already seen you at your sexist. Go with your comfiest. If he doesn’t like it, I’ll fight him.”

“I feel like I was better off calling Jinnie.”

“Rude! Minho’s one of my best friends, I know him best!”

“Then what do I wear?!”

“Something comfy and cute! It’s just coffee!”

“I know but still!”

“Don’t make me go to your place.”

“You don’t want to get out of bed and you know it.”

“You know me so well.”

Y/n grabbed a few items and showed them to her friend. Ultimately it was decided on jeans and an oversized T-shirt and sweater. Y/n slipped on a pair of sneakers as she grabbed her wallet and keys and made her way down the coffee shop, only hanging up with the changling when she got to the door.

Minho was standing in line and turned when he heard the door. He offered her a smile as she walked in and saw him. Y/n joined him in line, offering the same smile.

“Waiting long?” She asked as she stood next to him

“No. Got here a couple of minutes ago,” Minho shrugged, “How’s your morning been?”

“Quiet. Kind of planned to have a lazy day before this so I rushed to get ready,” Y/n laughed

“You're not doing anything over the break?”

“Not really. I have some work for courses I need to do but other than that I don't have much.”

The two followed the line as the next person stepped up to order. “No work?”

“I kinda quit my job so I'm looking for another one. I'm living off my savings at the moment.”

“Can I ask why?”

“After we get our drinks I’ll tell ya,” Y/n said as they stepped up to the register.

The two ordered their drinks before going and getting a seat at a table, “you didn't have to pay for mine,” Y/n commented

“I asked you out, I pay,” Minho replied, “back to what you were saying.”

“What were we talking about before?”

“Why you left your job,” Minho reminded her, thinking it was kind of cute that she had forgotten their previous topic.

“Oh yeah! It was a toxic work environment and I just didn't feel fully comfortable there,” Y/n explained

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay. My boss was this older lady who made it worse. It's the small boutique up the street and she never really like me because of me being a Fae and coworkers made it worse.”

“But she knew you were a Fae when she hired you?”

“No. She was out of town when I got hired. Her daughter was super nice to me. When the boss came back the dynamic shifted, so I left.”

“Is it hard finding a job as a siren?”

“Sometimes? It really depends. Small businesses usually will take any employee they can get in my experience so they don't care if you are human or fae. Corporates are a hit or miss.”

“Sounds kinda rough,” Minho sighed as one of the workers brought over their drinks. The two thanked them as they left.

“It's a little stressful. I'm just using this break to relax and hang out with my friends.”

“Are you going to any more parties?”

“Probably, I don't know. I just tag along with the guys. After the last one, I think we're all up in the air about frat parties.”

“Jisung told me about the rumor and why the guys left early.”

“Surprised you are only now hearing it,” Y/n chuckled as she sipped her drink

“I don't pay attention to the gossip. Seungmin likes knowing things so he brought it up.”

“I'm just surprised it made it here.”

“Bin said he wants to be invited next time we drink together. Not at a party.” Minho didn't want to dwell on the subject any longer

“I’ll let the guys know. They’ll be excited to have some more people over,” Y/n smiled

The two sat at the cafe for a bit longer talking and finishing their drinks. Minho offered a walk around the city which Y/n took him up on. The two walked and talked until the sun went down. Minho walked the girl back to her place before saying good night.

“Text me when you get home,” Y/n called before shutting her door. Minho smiled to himself as he made his way back to his own apartment.

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monnn · 1 year

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>Winter Petal✧⁠*

Pairing: non-idol!Wonwoo x gn!reader

Genre: angst, angst and more angst, one-sided love, reader is LOVESICK for Wonu!! >o<”

Warnings: it’s just gonna hurt a lot and doesn't end happily, so read at your own risk(I'm sorry)

WC: 800+

A/N: hi omg. It's been a good while since I wrote anything, so this might seem a bit rusty BUT!!! I honestly don't know how long this fic is gonna be for, but I'll try my best to update it weekly! happy reading, my loves! ♡

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Wonwoo.

The man he was and is right now.

It started when you were in college together. Wonwoo had befriended you and it amused both of you how well the friendship hit off. You guys shared a bond one couldn't define. It was so comfortable to be in each others personal space, without being bothered. What you guys shared even bugged the group of friends you guys hung out with, so much that they whined at Wonwoo not being the same with them. He just shrugged them off saying that everyone bonded in different ways and it was just that. Maybe for him, it really was just that. Not to you though – he was the comfort you found in those turbulent waves at the ocean.

Five years ahead, who knew Wonwoo would be in a relationship you thought that wouldn't last? The gorgeous man is sitting right in front of you, of course with his girlfriend next to him. She looks so giddy and he matches her aura. They're in love, aren't they? you think. But so are you, you're in love with Wonwoo, your best friend.

A few years ago....

Jeonghan had thrown a party to celebrate the graduation of his friends. Barely graduating. It was the 12 of them, you and Wonwoo. While you were drowning in him, Jihoon who was Wonwoo’s closest, had also become your closest through the years of college. He knew about you simping your heart out for Wonwoo and honestly, he was tired. Tired of you not doing anything about it, not making a move on Wonwoo thinking that he'll stay single and you'll eventually confess to him.

Oh, you were so stupid.

Since everyone was getting wasted, Jihoon had suggested that you come clean to Wonwoo about your feelings. You shrugged him off saying that it'll ruin your friendship with Wonu.

Wonu – the only nickname he accepted and only let you call him that, no one else stood a chance.

The party was getting started when you're friends sat down to play a round of seven minutes in heaven. The first pair to leave was Soonyoung and a whiny Seungkwan, making sure not to let them drink instead, as they were already wasted. Next was Mingyu and Jihoon, who chose to get drunk instead (PS: they can hold their alcohol unlike the other few).

Next spin of the bottle pointed to you and Wonwoo. The audience cheered as they knew you had been crushing on Wonwoo pretty hard, but he looked at you, concerned. But his eyes also looked for any hesitation. Without wasting another second, you got up to leave, Wonwoo following you while the crowd got louder by each passing second.

Honestly, you didn't wanna kiss Wonwoo and be a bitch to his relationship. But you couldn't read him in this situation, especially when you both entered the room with Wonwoo locking the door. You feel his eyes burning into your back so you turn around. Wonu’s flushed, meaning he's a bit tipsy. Since the air was getting a bit awkward to exist, you talk.

“So, are we doing this?”

“What do you think? Should we?” he asks like a child, curious to know what you think.

“Well for starters, you're dating, Wonu. I don't wanna be beaten up by your girlfriend” you say with a chuckle.

He looks at you, disappointed.

There’s a moment of loud silence before he says,

“But.....but I want to” he blurts out.

“What?” you ask, to see if he's joking.

“I do want to kiss you. Even though it might ruin my relationship”

You stare at him, afraid to even breathe. Fuck his relationship, you didn't wanna ruin your friendship with him. You’d been such good best friends for so long, you didn't wish to flush that all down like it meant nothing. It was everything – the sole reason why you were here in the room with Wonu and not drinking away your love for him instead.

So you try. Try your best to save this friendship even if it breaks to see Wonu with someone else other than you.

“You're drunk, aren't you?”

“Not enough to be unaware of what I'm asking from you”

“Wonu.....is everything okay? Let's not ruin whatever we have, please?”

“Y/N. You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to kiss you for”

“But you're dating. And we're best friends. It’s not gonna happen big guy, let's just get out when the timer’s up” you say, silence growing louder than ever.

He sighs, pacing around the room and right when you think the time’s up, he has you trapped against the door. You hear a ‘fuck it’ before Wonwoo's lips are on yours. You're kissing Wonwoo, the love of your life but mainly your best friend. He pulls away when he hears the timer ringing, kissing you once more before fixing the both of you and opening the door.

There's a soft smile on his face which you reciprocate, before entering the war zone of drunkards.

Jihoon looks at you, concerned and you look back at him, conveying that you're okay. He nods softly in agreement and gets back to drinking.

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A/N: Here's the update, part-2 is here! have a good day babies! ♡

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