#outrageous I know. get this man his fucking sleep!!
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To those who don't know, in the official fanbook, it's canon that Twilight only sleeps for 2 hours
#spy x family#Sxf#spy family#twilight#Loid forger#outrageous I know. get this man his fucking sleep!!#They weren't kidding on the overworking part. Dude was working 22/7 every month
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“What the hell is this?!”
The words startle Steve awake more effectively than his alarm ever managed and he flails a bit, almost falling off the couch until he recognises Dustin looming over him, hands on hips looking extremely unimpressed.
(Later Steve will have time to be fondly amused that the gesture came from him.)
“Henderson?” he asks, blinking up at the kid with bleary eyes. “Jesus, what time is it?”
“6:30,” Dustin informs him.
“In the morning?” he croaks.
“Yes, in the morning!” Dustin snaps. “What the hell is this Steve?”
Steve is still mostly asleep, he knows he looks like a mess and he also knows that he and Dustin did not have any sort of plans that would give him reason to be waking Steve up at six-fucking-thirty in the morning. So he says, “Sleep, Henderson. It’s sleep.”
Dustin does not look amused by this. “Do you always fall asleep on the couch with Eddie?”
Steve blinks up at Dustin, confused. “What? Eddie?”
Dustin gestures behind Steve and Steve, against his better judgement, turns his head to find that Eddie is in fact on the couch behind him. Turning put him face-to-face with the other man and Steve just sort of blinks in befuddlement before wondering aloud, “Jesus Christ how is he still asleep?” Because he genuinely has no idea how anyone could be sleeping through Dustin’s sheer volume.
“That’s all you have to say?” Dustin demands.
“It’s early,” Steve complains.
“You’re sleeping with Eddie!”
“Well i was,” Steve groaned, “right up until you started shouting. Why are you even here?”
“Sleeping. With. Eddie,” Dustin repeats in case it was lost on Steve the first time.
“It’s six thirty in the morning!” Steve points out. Again. What else was he supposed to be doing at that time of day?
“Sleeping with Eddie!” Dustin repeats like a bad record, needle skipping back and forth.
Steve is too tired for this. “Make sense or go away and come back in two hours.”
“Steve,” and Dustin sounds very serious now, “are you having sex with Eddie?”
“…no?” He squints at Dustin, a little concerned about the kid’s knowledge of sex if he’s asking that when Steve is lying fully clothed and half asleep next to an equally fully clothed and still asleep Eddie.
Dustin does not find this funny. “Then what the hell is this? Why are you cuddling on the couch?”
Relieved, Steve says, “Oh, you didn’t mean that literally.” Then he shrugs. “We must have fallen asleep down here.”
“You fell asleep cuddling on the couch?” Dustin’s voice is very dry.
“…i guess?” Steve doesn’t actually know how the cuddling came about - would he call it cuddling? - but he gets the feeling he should be more worried about what Dustin is insinuating than he is. Mostly because, “Seriously, why the hell are you here so early?”
“Apparently, to catch you and Eddie snuggling on the couch,” Dustin snipes. “Is this going to be a thing?”
Steve looks long and hard at Eddie, doesn’t let himself sink too deeply into the thoughts or the fears, just looks at him and then he says to Dustin, “Yeah, probably.”
Dustin’s outrage is not faked this time and it is loud enough to finally wake Eddie.
#july writing challenge#stranger things#steve x eddie#steve harrington#dustin henderson#eddie munson#pre relationship#steddie#implied steddie
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airport crush ellie williams drabble
cw: none?? js cuteness and v poor writting
u are both coming back for school after spring break?? she had missed her childhood friends and dad... for u, u js wanted to take ur summer clothes to uni.
this cute girl stares at u in line for the boarding... are u actually gonna be sitting in the same plane as her? she might faint!!! mmm she's staring and u can feel her green eyes burning the back of your neck so u turn around and she TRIES to be subtle and look somewhere else. u fucking grin, she's lowkey scared of u... u are sooo pretty!!! someone help her!!!
u are both getting on the plane and she doesn't know if she wants u to sit next her or if that's the last thing she wants... but naturally, since u are soooo lucky u got sat in the front line next to an arrogant lil man and his teenage son. how lovely!!! ellie on the other hand, got sat next to A MOTHER W A BABY??? god it was boutta be a flight.
when u looked around, she looked at u as if ud known each other for ages and mouthed "save me" so u mouthed "save ME" god u hadn't even said hi to each other, she was embarrassed but... u went along w it so.
u were thinking, and sure the mother was comfortable back there but u remembered when ur aunt had ur cousin she asked to sit at the front lines. when ellie saw u getting up her eyes shined, like actually, she looked like an anime character right there. u fought ur awkwardness and started talking to the mother sat next to ellie.
"excuse me, would u wanna sit in first line? there's much more space for u and ur baby's stuff. u'd probably be way more comfortable." oh, u were such a sweetheart, ellie is inlove w u already.
the lady actually took the offer. she thanked u and gave u a lil shoulder caress. u both exchanged seats and well everyone's happy i guess!
not everyone, ellie's scared.
she's sat next to this sweet caring selfless girl, who happens to be soooo sooo soooooo pretty. she's terrified and she thinks she might be feeling more than js butterflies in her stomach.
"hi..." she mutters. "saved us both right there."
"sure did." u smiled, putting ur seat belt on, she forgot those... she started putting it on immediately. u chuckled and told her ur name.
"that's pretty, i'm williams, i mean, i'm ellie williams. mmm erm, just ellie." she, is, adorable.
"that's real long and pretty." she dropped her head in embarrassment. "where are u going, ellie?"
she coughed and started talking about going back to college and u kinda yelled "same!", bro why was this convo the most embarrassing ever?(,#&@&@ turns outtttttt u went to the same college!!! wowza...
"no way." she deadpaned.
"yes way, ellie..." u giggled and so did she.
u 2 talked ab ur majors and shit, nothing crazy but ellie was js so cutesy likeeee omg she's so awkward she's kind of a nerd :((( she tried acting cool tho but u were js so pretty and nice she got shy.
she couldn't believe u actually fell asleep while u 2 watched the exact same movie on ur tiny screens... 30m in. she had js met u and she got the honor of seeing u peacefully sleeping. u were outrageously embarrassed when u woke up at the end of the flight tho.
ellie asked for ur number before u even left the plane, thinking you'd would say goodbye then. but... u still had to go all the way out of the airport and grab a taxi. it was awkwardly silent, saying bye and walking side by side for like 6 minutes before she got closer and said "i guess not goodbye." what kind of sentence is that???
u talked ab music and u found out ellie played guitar, u were so happy ab it?? she didn't get why but she felt cool and mentioned she had her own songs and u beggedddddd to listen to them. bro she js thought u were so attractive SOMEONE SHOOT HERRRRR RN. u thought the exact same... like... u play guitar AND write ur own songs??
talked and talked until u both found a taxi, because when she found one, she decided to leave it for u but u wanted her to have it, so u both idiots let someone else have it and waited till 2 taxis were available??^÷×&*!*@
after getting home u waited for a text from her, dying to hear from her. you got it!!!
#ellie williams#ellie x reader#ellie williams x reader#ellie tlou2#ellie williams x female reader#ellie x fem reader#lover girl!ellie#ellie imagine#ellie x masc reader
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PAWFECT !
ft. og4!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader
tags. hybrids, they’re treated like dogs so power dynamics, spaying, creampie, p in v, smut, daddy kink, fluff, pussy inspection
note. SHUT UP. all nyxs fault all her doing. og4 leon btw it wouldn’t work otherwise!! ignore typos n just bad fic over all I was tweaking .. omg forgive me . honestly just snippets of leon n his puppy girl!! super short
“Baby,” Leon says, it’s the closest to cooing he’ll ever get, “smile for me, baby, c’mon.”
You blank him, rolling over to stare at a small hole in the wall. The refusal to do what he says is a stab in the heart.
“What happened to my good girl?” He hooks his fingers in your mouth, forcing your lips into a grin as he bares your half-formed canines. “There it is, look at that.”
For the first time in your docile existence, you bite Leon. You bite your daddy and he yelps like a little girl—This has one of your ears twitching, the urge to run to his aid is likely strong but you stay put like the stubborn little bitch you are.
The vet said your grudge would last a day or so. That puppies can be temperamental creatures, but they’re soft at heart. A nice way to say that dogs are dumber than a box of rocks - you included. You’re the stupidest of them all and that’s what Leon likes about you.
Your grudge lasts two days, then three, then four, then five—A week long extension. And it’s not just the cold shoulder. It’s the food bowl that sits on the ground covered in a film of dust, out of use. It’s the side of his bed that remains empty as you burrow into your pink doggy bed that you outgrew long ago—There was never any use for the thing, you started to sleep in Leon’s bed the night you came home with him. Man, he used to hate when you whined at the bathroom door while he took a shit, but now Leon would do anything to have that back.
Worst of all, it’s the lack of sex. Leon did this for your good—You like playtime, it’s your favourite part of the day, even better than breakfast or lunch or dinner. You also love being bred, like the warmth, makes you sleepy. No more heat cycles, no more condoms. It’s a win-win. Call him cruel all you want, the shit makes you go insane—He got through, like, twenty rubbers in a day. Think about all those costs, then think about a single procedure, weigh ‘em up and you’ll see what led him to tie your tubes.
Leon makes a call to Rebecca, she comes with a stethoscope and Claire in tow. He’s in for an earful. Hybrid rights activist his ass, you’re his pup and Leon can do what he wants with you. An endless supply of creampies is what his girl dreams about, and he only does what’s best for you—He knows you, when you get over this slump you’ll appreciate all he’s done for you.
“And where does it hurt?” Rebecca’s eyes soften as you place a hand over your heart, blinking up at her with big eyes for added effect.
Oh, baby—Oh, honey— Both of them kneel by your side, scratching behind an ear each, showering you in enough affection to last a century.
“She’s acting,” Leon informs them, only to be met with outrage, “I regret it, swear on my life,” says Leon, who does not.
“You should, look at this sweet girl, what if she wanted to be a mommy.” Claire rubs your tummy, pads of her fingers digging into the pudge, your foot thumps against the floor as your body goes lax. When you look for affection from Leon, he rubs your clit instead of your belly.
“She doesn’t go outside, not gonna be a mommy either way.”
“That’s not the point, Leon, it’s cruel,” she argues, “she’s not a sex doll, are you baby? No, no, you’re not a sex doll, you’re a good girl, yes you are.” He fucking hates the baby voice. If you wanna get knocked up so badly, you should be spoken to like a big girl, but you can’t even make it to the potty on time so how is Leon meant to trust you with a litter?
“It makes it easier to deal with her cycles, I mean, she won’t get them at all now—“ Rebecca’s actual scientific evidence is shut down by a single glare from Claire.
“Get rid of your balls, how would you like that?”
“She likes my balls, can’t do that to her—Anyway, there’s no space for kids,” Leon says shortly, “I’d have to sell ‘em and she’d get all depressed.”
“She should have the choice, Leon, an option at least.” Claire doesn’t know that you can’t pick between dry food and wet food, that you break down when you’re given a choice, even if presented gently.
“Yeah, well, it’s too late.” And hooray to that.
“You’re mean,” she tells him, and he knows, he’s so mean—So selfish. Doing what’s best for his pup is so mean of him. Big Bad Leon crushing your puppy dreams in the palm of his hand like a page out of a diary.
“Mhm, okay, bye now, Claire, you should get going—Thanks for coming, Becca.” Leon escorts them to the door, he gives Claire a gentle push over the threshold and slams it in her face. “So fuckin’ annoying, tellin’ me what to do, and you just let her say that to me baby.”
Your face is indifferent, devoid of the usual warmth you carry in your expression. Dopey bitch. Don’t even know left from right and you think you know what’s best for you?
“So you’re gonna be like that?” Leon asks, and you blink at him, gaze steely. Fine. Two can play that game. He gets his dick out and twiddles it like his thumbs, your mouth waters the moment it comes into your eye line. “Baby, you could’ve held out a little longer.” He laughs quietly when you come to nose at his cock with shining eyes. “Yeah, you’re my greedy little bitch, aren’t you, baby? Yeah, you are.”
“I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He strokes your head tenderly as you mouth at his cock, slicking him up in thick drool from tip to base, icing him like a goddamn cake. “Baby, you know I didn’t mean it—Are you listening?” A whine slips from the base of your throat when he redirects your attention to his face.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, baby, you wanna play ball, don’t you?” That gets your tail wagging. “Yes you do, I know you do, c’mere—“ Now he’s doing the fucking baby voice as he deposits a ball at a time into your wet mouth, your teeth scraping the sensitive skin of his sac, tracing your tongue along the seam.
This is forgiveness he supposes - you choking on his balls like you’re trying to swallow them whole. Peace is restored wholly when he fucks you that night. “Daddy can do this now,” Leon tells you as he fills you with enough seed to stock up a sperm bank.
You don’t like Ada because Leon likes her, and you don’t like Ashley because she likes Leon. Girls bring out something feral within you, a strain of rabies that has been dormant in your system, waiting for anger to thaw your veins—You ruled out Claire, Rebecca and Jill as threats the moment you gave them a sniff.
Ada left his apartment with a ladder in her stockings and the indentations of puppy teeth in her ass cheek. She was on top - it was a no brainer to go right for her ass. Leon gets it, he wants to sink his teeth into her the same way. She squealed like he’s never heard before and he thought for a minute he fucked her real good. He didn’t even get to cum, she hopped off and made a beeline for the door and you scampered after her, one of her red heels chewed into a sopping leather mess in your mouth.
(Ada doesn’t like dogs, but she likes Leon.)
Ashley waltzes in. “I’m so good with dogs, Leon! I love them, I used to have this great big Labrador, he was so good, Leon! Like he even sat and rolled over when I asked him too—He reminds me of you, actually.” Then she bends over to pet you on the head, but the close proximity between her and him is not to your liking so you bite the hand that saved his life a couple times, a hand that is worth more than his D.C apartment - furniture included.
“Told you she’s tricky.” Leon lifts you up, tosses you over his shoulder so you’re no harm then he finds himself missing your sweet face so you’re swung back over to be cradled in his arms like the big baby you are.
“Ouch, Leon, she’s really mean.” Ashley soothes the pain by flapping her hand in the air, a fruitless endeavour, the cold air from a nearby open window causes it to sting.
“Nah, she don’t bite that hard, do you, baby?” He pushes a finger into your mouth and you nibble on it with a significantly decreased bite-force. “See? Just teething.”
There’s Sherry, you love Sherry more than she does Leon, you run around her in circles and situate yourself on her tiny lap and lick at every inch of her tiny face. You let Leon give you a good scrub before Sherry comes over, put on a fresh set of clothes that aren’t his old t-shirts with ragged collars from all the teething you do. Heck, he even manages to put you in some cute undies.
They come and go, but you stay. And each time a woman leaves his place, you sit your pussy on his face and scoot around— He asks you: “What the fuck you are doing, baby?” Muffled into the fat of your pussy of course, but you never respond. He brushes it off as you scenting him—Whatever pups do when they’re feeling territorial.
And who is he to complain? Your pussy makes him happy. Leon sucks your clit into his mouth, reaches around to pinch the base of your wagging tail between his index and forefinger, stroking up and down to have your thighs tightening around his head.
You circle your hips into him, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down your chin as you chew on your favourite stuffed toy, whimpering into the spit-soaked fabric while Leon works your drippy hole open with his tongue. The tip of his nose grinds into your swollen clit, and you only budge once you’ve waterboarded him with your squirt.
Then you very generously provide him with a clean-up service, lapping at the sticky wetness coating his cheeks and suckling on his nose. That always makes him laugh. More often than not it’s a gradual transition into a play fight, you nip at his fingers and your ears twitch, a playful smile brightening your face.
The two of you roll around and Leon, being the bully he is, pins you to the ground, holding your wriggling body down as he slides his sweats down and slots his cock right into your twitching pussy. He grabs your tail to pull you back on his dick, and you might be one stupid bitch, but you’re cock-smart—You know what he wants and push your ass back against his thighs, wet skin smacking as you pick up the pace, faltering only when Leon takes ahold of your ears and uses them as fucking handlebars.
He can’t help himself, they looked too cute, flopping about all over the place. Looked like fuckin’ Dumbo. It doesn’t hurt you—No, it’s the opposite, you cum so hard you pass out in a heap the minute he lets go.
“Thank you, baby.” Leon pats your head as you shove two pussy-wet fingers into his mouth. “That’s so sweet, baby, can daddy take a look at what you’re doing?”
You smile at him shyly, like you didn’t just force-feed him slick, he catches the shape of your tail wagging low between your thighs, then you roll over onto your belly—Leon gives the fold of your tummy a sweet kiss first, then you turn over, taking your hand out of your panties to let him take care of the rest.
The seat of your panties is basically pasted to your pussy, strings of slick breaking as Leon peels them off. “What’s got you worked up, baby?” He spreads your ass, dipping his nose into your tighter hole as his tongue runs along your slit.
Leon raises his head, he parts your fat lips with his fingers and your cunt clicks when he digs a finger into your tight hole, it pulses around him, begs for more, for something thicker. The hood of your clit is pulled back by his thumb and prodded with his tongue, and your labia is parted by his nose, dragging up and down your soaked pussy. When he’s done messing around, Leon lays his tongue flat on your pussy, licking fat stripes up and down the centre of your cunt, dusting kisses on your throbbing clit until you gush down your thighs.
Man, you don’t even need a heat to get you wet. See, it all worked out in the long run, he’s pretty sure you don’t even remember what went down merely a week earlier.
“Come sit on it, princess,” he hums when you lick into his mouth, sucking on his tongue sloppily, a steady stream of drool slicking up the bottom half of his face. You’ve got a lot of love to give and he’ll take it.
You’re well-trained when it comes to cock and not much else, easing down on Leon’s dick while you brace your hands on his shoulders, pussy tightening when he scratches behind your ears. He plants his feet on the ground, lifting off his heels to fuck up into your plush cunt, squelching every time he bottoms out, cute tits bouncing as you sit pretty on his cock like a pencil topper.
The absence of a knot is always a bother to you. When he cums, you wait expectantly for his cock to swell and stretch you out beautifully, tear your pussy in half—It never comes so you paw at his face to express your disappointment, like you’re telling him to do better.
Maybe there's surgery for it. There’s one for everything these days. From cropping to defanging - a manufactured knot shouldn’t be out of the question. He’d do it for you, he would, even if it was a dodgy procedure in the same alley as coat hanger abortions and junkie meet-ups.
Not really. Leon wouldn’t really. He quite likes his dick how it is, and once you get over the initial anticlimactic flop of his knotless cock, staring out the window like a disillusioned star - you’re back on it less than a minute later.
A lack of understanding for his refractory period causes Leon discomfort as you force yourself down on his soft dick, he sits through it to make up for all the places he falls short. You rut your hips into him, trembling with excitement as he hardens inside of you, cock shaping your insides into something pretty. Then you show him that you love him via a spit shower, which Leon is not too fond of, your pussy on a platter would be ideal, but he doesn’t stop you.
Sometimes you suck his cock till your tongue feels like sandpaper. Sometimes you sob so hard when he leaves for work you throw up and he spends half an hour scrubbing mushy kibble out of the carpet. Sometimes you eat things you aren’t supposed to, and sometimes you are one nasty piece of work, but Leon loves you anyway. ‘Cause you’re his piece of work.
#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy imagine#leon s kennedy smut#leon s kennedy x you#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut
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Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - part 11
Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.
Author’s note: hmmmmmmmm things are getting… interesting… Wonder what's going to happen next..... also shout out to @aboggoblin, @doriansgf and @prythianpages for help with the plot ily 🫶
(Masterlist)
After letting his hands slip through your own, the muscles of his palm freshly massaged, his hands trail up your hips, making their way up to your breasts.
“Is this okay?” Azriel’s voice whispers in your ear.
“Gods, yes,” you whisper back, your hands tracing up his thighs. He groans at the touch, the way your fingers delicately move up closer to his hips.
His fingers begin cupping your breasts, your skin hot from his touch. You moan into his ear, and he turns his head to capture your lips in a kiss. His lips are everything, as they move from your mouth down your neck. His hands move towards your pants, unzipping your jeans and helping you shimmy out of them.
His fingers begin moving down stomach, gently hooking into the waistband of your panties before-
You wake up with a jolt, feeling as if his hands are still in your hair. You take a deep breath, reaching for your pillow to hide under to calm yourself down, but when you reach your hand up, it meets skin.
Your eyes widen as your head shoots up to find Azriel underneath your hand, a soft groan coming from his lips as he wakes. The sound mimics the ones he made in your dream, shooting straight to your core.
Oh gods, you think. You fell asleep out here after finding him in the middle of the night.
Oh gods. You fell asleep with him on your couch and had a dirty dream about him. If you had any luck at all, you kept quiet in your sleep and the man underneath you had no idea of the dream you just had about him.
His eyes open ever so slightly, and you swear his hand squeezes your back a bit tighter as he says, "good morning." You melt at his touch, burying your face further into his neck.
“G’morning,” you mumble into the shirt as he chuckles. You reach your hand out, searching for your phone to see how long you have until your alarm goes off.
Your arm pads around the table, and you find his phone on the coffee table, the screen lighting up to display the time.
No fucking way.
“8:40?” You screech, scrambling to sit up off of Azriel, using his chest to push yourself up. Your limbs get dragged back down by the weight of the large blanket and long legs tangled with yours. “My class starts in twenty minutes!”
Azriel can’t contain the chuckle he lets out as you scramble, trying to claw your way out of this ever sinking couch.
You’re able to get out of the cocoon of blankets surrounding you two, one foot meeting the carpet. You start swinging the other leg, and on unsure footing, you’re on the carpet.
Until you aren’t. Falling forward, you brace your hands in front of you to catch yourself.
Fortunately, you catch yourself on Azriel's thighs, him having sat up trying to help you. Unfortunately, your face is now approximately four inches from his crotch.
Your cheeks are burning as you start to stutter, trying to stand back up. You can't even look at Azriel as you grip his thighs, using them to hoist yourself back up.
“I- um- class-,” you say, pointing a thumb at your door as your feet connect to solid ground. You look at him, getting lost in his eyes for a few moments before remembering that you are late.
"Um, class. I have. Today."
You scramble into your room, not letting yourself think about how outrageously idiotic you sounded, grabbing a pair of pants and quickly brushing your teeth as you jump into your pants. You spit out the toothpaste, grabbing a bra and then your shirt before swiping deodorant on.
Once you’re dressed you open your door back up to find Azriel still on the couch, and before you can register what’s happening, you’re bending over the couch, placing a kiss on his forehead before grabbing your bag and ducking out the door.
You would have been much better off staying in your apartment with Azriel because you have no idea what your professor is talking about today, only able to tune in to every hundredth word or so. Your thoughts keep going back to how it felt to wake up in his arms and how badly you wanted to nuzzle back into him, and how fucked up it was to dream about his hands right after he opened up to you about them.
And how badly you may have messed everything up by falling on him and trying to fix it with a forehead kiss.
Class eventually ends and you make it back to your apartment and groan as you push open the door, knowing that Azriel will not be on your couch, but hoping you’d see his messy curls anyway. You can’t hide the disappointment as you find Cassian in your living room, sheepishly at your door.
“Can you tweeze my eyebrows?”
You walk in, placing down your bag, “hello to you too, Cass. I had a great day, thanks for asking.”
He rolls his eyes at you, clacking the tweezers in your face, “I’m seeing Mor later tonight and she hates when my eyebrows are unruly.”
“Why don’t you ask her to do them?” You ask, moving to sit on the couch, patting the spot next to you.
Cassian rounds the couch, holding the tweezers out to you as he sits, “because she says it’s better if I’m already pretty for her and she doesn’t have to do anything.”
You laugh, taking the tweezers from him, “are you a baby about your eyebrows being done?”
“No,” he huffs, crossing his arms. You sit up on your legs, putting your hand on his face. You look at his eyebrows, taking a moment to figure out the shape of them and where you want to pluck from.
You place the tweezers around the first hair, and Cassian squeezes his eyes shut as you pull just hard enough for the hair to come out.
“Was that it?” Cassian asks, still not opening his eyes. “Are you done?”
“Yes, I have plucked off your entire eyebrow.”
“Maybe I can just draw them on every day,” he muses, as you grab another hair and pull.
“Says the man who wakes up ten minutes before he has to leave to go somewhere.”
The two of you sit in silence as you continue plucking his eyebrows, despite Cassian’s constant twitching, when the door opens and Mor’s blonde head pokes out from the other side.
“Hello darlings.”
You chuckle, both you and Cassian greeting her. She stops in her tracks at seeing you plucking Cassian’s eyebrows, a huff coming from her lips.
“Cassian, what do you think you’re doing?”
Cassian tenses beside you, putting a hand up to block her view of the tweezers, “nothing, dearest.”
She stalks towards you two, pointing at him, “did you really ask her to pluck your eyebrows?”
He shrugs, “your hands are so cruel, they hurt me.”
You laugh as Mor swats at him, “of course they’re going to hurt, you big baby.”
You nearly avoid stabbing Cassian in the eye as Mor sits on the other couch, away from your roommate, and says hi to you again.
“Hi Mor. You won’t believe what happened last night.”
“Try me,” Mor replies, a hint of challenge in her voice. Your eyes dart to Cassian, trying to gauge if you should discuss this in front of him. You turn back to Mor, whispering quickly, “I fell asleep on Azriel on the couch and I had a sex dream about him and then when I woke up I fell onto his cock.”
Mor is quiet for a second before saying, “so you slept with him, then you slept with him?”
“No, I just slept with him the once, I didn’t sleep with him.”
“Okay, so you had sex with him on your couch? What if Cassian had walked in on you two?”
“I would never be able to look at you again for defiling my brother in such a way,” Cassian says, shaking his head.
“Mor, no. We slept together,” you reply, ignoring Cassian completely.
“Yeah, you slept together.”
You sigh, trying to make this as clear as possible. “No, we fell asleep on the couch together, and I had a dirty dream about him and then when I woke up I slipped on the blanket and my face landed right next to his cock.”
“Was he hard?”
“Mor that is not the point.”
“What?” She shrugs. “If he wasn’t, that’d be worse.”
Cassian points to her, nodding his head in agreement. You pluck the next hair extra harshly, a soft ow coming from Cassian as he pushes your hand away.
“I’m going to go wash my face. Thanks for your help. You have delicate hands, unlike some people,” Cassian says, glaring at Mor. She gives him a shrug, but he still walks over to her, giving her a forehead kiss before walking off to his room, closing the door behind him.
Mor watches Cassian close his door, and once she can hear the water running, she turns to you and asks, “what are you doing tonight?”
You narrow your eyes, sitting up straighter, “why do you want to know?”
“Mor,” you press, voice more stern when she won’t respond.
“Let me set you-“ You cut Mor off before she can finish her sentence.
“Mor, please. The last date was awful - I need at least 10-15 business days to recuperate from it. He showed me his NFTs for pete’s sake.”
She sighs, “this one is different, trust me. It’s someone Cassian knows.”
You groan, hitting your head against the couch. You pick up your throw pillow, holding it against your chest like a shield. You think back to Az telling you to just say no. To stand up for yourself more.
“No, I’m not going.”
You felt proud standing up to Mor, but you could hear her frustration as she sighs, looking up at the ceiling as she muttered something.
“Cassian says this guy is crazy hot, really sweet, and that you’d really like him.”
Azriel’s face appears in your mind, as you squeeze the pillow. You can’t go out with someone else, not when it feels so right with Azriel.
Especially not when you spent your night cuddled up to him on your couch.
You sigh, “Mor, what about Az-“
She interrupts you, “it’ll be a great date, I promise. And if it sucks, I’ll never set you up again.”
Your ears perk up at that, “yeah?”
“And I suppose if it goes well, I won’t have to set you up again.”
You laugh, “okay, but only if you promise that if it sucks you will never, ever set me up again, and you’ll leave me a giant container of ice cream.”
“Deal.”
Seven o’clock at a restaurant downtown, she tells you. You'll explain to Azriel later that it was purely a chance to get Mor to stop setting you up. Surely he'd understand that.
Right?
#acotar fanfiction#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel fanfic#azriel#azriel fluff#azriel x y/n#acotar writing
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Xavier Romance Headcanons 🌟
SFW:
Spoiler warning: spoils the myths and side stories for Xavier.
in a nutshell: soft, smitten, possessive, romantic, horny, playful and needy.
he'd be very observant, I think. Despite his drowsy disposition, Xavier tends to be very alert. Especially when it comes to noticing your little reactions, what you did and didn't, what you said or not.
he'd mention these observations the next day, about how nice your hair looked with a different partition, or what he thought of a new bracelet you wore. You'd be left wondering how sweet he is but to him noticing little things about you is second nature.
in the begining though, he'd be distant and slightly cold because he's terrified
he is scared of losing you again and he doesn't think he's good enough for you
but that is the irony- he feels so ill-deserving of you but he still wants you
Xavier is a mix of mild-yandere and kuudere imo.
once you're together it won't take him long to take the plunge and open up more because he wants it so bad. he craves the intimacy and companionship after decades of loneliness and yearning
he will rarely hide his feelings from you unless they can cause issues in some way to his ultimate plan
his cool and calm demeanor will rarely break, even when he makes embarrassing confessions to you
he'd really say the most outrageous things with a straight face
"I love how you smell." he'd blurt out loud enough for everyone in the grocery aisle to hear, his face nearing the crook of your neck. "Xavier! We're in public!" to which he'd simply shrug.
possessive. he's very possessive and jealous.
he literally pulled the "you know other men?" card in the Succumb memory lmao
jokes aside, he's waited for you for so long and he's wanted you so bad
I can imagine him beating himself up about how easily he gets jealous once you're in a serious relationship. he doesn't want to be this easily jealous but it's so hard.
he loves you so much and he never wants to restrict you or hold you back but he's so fucking scared
Xavier has lost you once, probably more times, before. you died in his arms. that kind of pain becomes all consuming
is it any wonder he is so possessive of you? so scared to lose you?
if not to death, to someone else?
he travelled so far, he waited so long, he fought so hard to find you again and now you're here and he's terrified
what if you don't love him back? what if he's not good enough? what if you find someone else better than him? what if he can't save you again?
yet as you spend more and more time together, he'd sleep less often.
"On a night like this sleeping feels like a waste of time." he'd take you out to watch the stars
when he'd really be looking at you, to be honest
there would be no side glances with this man. he'd stare at you unabashedly.
no secret nudging to touch your fingers as you walk, he'd simply hold your hand if he wants to
he'd be huge into skinship, I feel
he has just wanted you to be here for so long as now you are and he missed you and he wants to feel you all the time
he'd love to cook for you as well (as well as he can) and when he messes up he'd pout in the cutest way and be clingy all day because he's sad about it but doesn't want to show it
did I mention he'd be clingy? a lot
it won't be too often but when he's bored or free he'd be pining for your attention a lot
as relaxed as he looks he isn't ever off his guard, that's why he doesn't panic
he'd be very protective of you, having seen you perish so many times
he won't show you outright nor would he panic because being on the look out for your safety is just his priority, he would be on it without another thought
Going to release an NSFW part too :eyes:
#xavier#xavier love and deepspace#love and deepspace xavier#lnds#lads#xavier lads#lnds xavier#xavier x mc#mc x xavier#xavier fluff#love and deepspace fluff#xavier romance#headcanons love and deepspace#xavier headcanons#xavier one shots
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uninhibited (and drunk) voicemails from seventeen
forever sending gratitude and love to j @un-love for helping assign these
seungcheol: “i watched you tonight with another man. he held your hand and kissed your forehead. he drank your tea first to check the temperature. he made you laugh. for real. i know because you covered your mouth, still feeling insecure about how far it opens when the reaction can’t be avoided—when the something said was so funny it surprised you. you’re wearing red. your arms were exposed for a while, and i felt my eyes prick with tears at the sight of more tattoos on your skin. ones i didn’t know about. maybe ones you mentioned when they were still just possibilities in your head. not once did i think i wouldn’t see them actualized. not once did i imagine another man’s fingers brushing the ink through the motion of draping his jacket around your shoulders.”
jeonghan: “i’m at home and alone, and it’s wrong to call you. it’s so unfair to call you. i didn’t know how to tell you that the wanting is scary. that the way we love each other is impossible—not for a second do i believe it’s possible to have again, and i’m fucking afraid, probably because i know how much you’ve grown. the thought of letting you down leaves a sour taste, and i’m trying not to be so fucking afraid.”
joshua: “i’m sobering up now, sitting on my mom’s back porch. earlier, i was trying to describe the color of your hair. the best i could come up with was blue frosting like the cupcakes she made for my 10th birthday party. isn’t that outrageous? embarrassing? in my head was a poem, but the alcohol released the silliest set of words i could’ve possibly used to describe a part of you.”
jun: “everything is weird. everyone is strange to me today except for you. i’m drunk. i lost my shoes at some point in the night i think. i can’t recognize anyone around me. their voices don’t sound familiar. i wish you were here. i wish you’d tell me this is miserable for you too; it’s not worth it anymore. would you tell me the truth if i asked? sorry. what a stupid question. i don’t know anyone more honest.”
soonyoung: “i should’ve watched you all day more often. i dream about that. i wanted to, but something always had my attention or interrupted its focus on you. i’m laying here with my eyes closed, imagining all the moments i did watch and wondering if every single one pieced together could consume an entire day.”
wonwoo: “is it ok that i still have your spare key? i’d like to believe it’s something you’d ask to get back, but i wonder if that call isn’t worth making. if the idea of seeing me makes you anxious. but you trust me. out of everyone to still have access to your home, it’s ok that it’s me. i feel sad thinking about it.”
jihoon: “you baked cookies. i froze half of them. there’s one left, and i’m debating whether or not to eat it today. it’s freezing outside, and any view through my window is ruined by the snow. it feels like the perfect night for a cookie with what’s left of my second americano like i can risk losing sleep, but what will be left from you if i give in? everything else feels lifeless—it’s been so long since you’ve touch the clothes and read the books.”
seokmin: “i’m going to a wedding tomorrow. your old neighbor is getting married, and i thought about so many things when he sent me the invitation. i thought he was in love with you for the longest time. remember that? it took me months to admit. then he told me he’s just protective, and i realized there are so many people who see us and care without us ever knowing. so i wondered about a what if between us… what if our paths crossing was shallow and they never intertwined? what if you were just a woman in the grocery store who i’d see once in a while if the timing was right? how long would i think about you before forgetting your face, before forgetting i ever saw you? unless i never would and end up talking about you in my old age to adult children who only know i loved their mother.”
mingyu: “is it ok to call you in the middle of the night? you told me i could. years have passed since that conversation. *laughs* is it strange to think about us back then? how we started on a park bench, basically dated for two years on a park bench. i still think about how your approach to reach me gave away your feelings. you started poised, avoiding eye contact. then it became goofy looks and confident strides before calling my name and skipping to singing the song stuck in your head while you ran to me. i can’t help but wonder what would it look like now?”
minghao: “if you listen to this voicemail, can you tell me what you want? whatever comes to mind after hearing the question. from something small to something weird and the the thing you believe is better left unsaid as if i’d judge the answer, but i won’t. i have no reason to judge you. all i have is curiosity and love and hope for your every day, every want, every touch, every song you sing, every picture you hang, and every night spent barefoot on the balcony- i want to marry you.”
seungkwan: “there’s something on my mind. i’ve wanted to tell you all day. i thought about it at breakfast and started texting you before my manager called and interrupted. so here it is: i used to not understand how tired you’d be with me around. i thought i was boring you for the longest time until i visited my sisters. they exchanged a knowing smile before telling me you’re completely comfortable, that you feel safe enough to slip into the kind of vulnerability that only sleepiness and sleep allow, with your guard lowered, and your heart open. i appreciate how much of you i’ve seen, how deeply i know you—knew you… know you? hmm…”
hansol: ��are you traveling? i hope you’re traveling. i know it’s something you promised to do at the start of your 26th year. where did you go? … are you taking lots of pictures? … how does the moon look? that’s your souvenir: the moon in the sky a thousand miles away from home. when you told me the moon thing, i realized i knew nothing about you, and i wanted to know everything.”
chan: “you were in the audience tonight? i didn’t… i wasn’t… thank you for coming. i mailed a ticket, but it was returned to sender. *clears throat* you’re the only person i couldn’t shake wanting to be there. do you know what i mean? people from our pasts we wish could still be present, especially for things they witnessed in early stages. i could shake off all the other absences… old friends, a mentor, but you… *sigh* no way.”
#seventeen scenarios#seventeen imagines#seventeen blurbs#seventeen drabbles#seventeen angst#seventeen fic#seungcheol scenarios#jeonghan scenarios#joshua scenarios#jun scenarios#soonyoung scenarios#wonwoo scenarios#jihoon scenarios#seokmin scenarios#mingyu scenarios#minghao scenarios#seungkwan scenarios#hansol scenarios#chan scenarios
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before Tim finds out Bernard Knows, Bernard says outrageous stuff about rougues to cheer him up. Bernard does not know Red Hood is technically a coworker.
Bern: I fully believe if RH got laid for once in his life he wouldn't be like that.
Tim, taking any opportunity to slander him: lmao, where would he find some girl desperate enough to sleep with him.
Bernard, encouraged : nah man, he's got that princess waist he needs to get bent over, fucked stupid you know? better than any Arkham program we could put him in.
Tim: WHAT, The Fuck Did you just Say to me?
Stephanie, here now too, recording this interaction : but the question remains, my dearest friend, who would sleep with him?
Bern: OH easy, that redhead on the outlaws he was with?
Tim : STARFIRE?
Bernard: Nah dude he needs to get thrown around by Arsenal.
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Bangtan Christmas drabble 6 - read the rest here.
Kim Seokjin is a lot of things to you. The high school heartthrob you never got with, the fuckboi you hooked up with occasionally in college, and now the chaebol boss you didn't sign up to work for. Things he's never been? A man you can rely on.
Pairing: Seokjin x f! reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Chaebol! Seokjin, Vows AU spin-off, smut, angst, fluff
Word count: 4.9k
Warnings: Sex, swearing, Vows Yoongi
Prologue
Kim Seokjin admires the line of your arm, visible above the covers, thrown up above your head. Your skin is lovely in the low lighting seeping in under his bedroom door.
You turn over onto your back, stare up at the ceiling. Seokjin isn’t sure if you know he’s awake too, and then you turn to him.
The curve of your bare breast shifts delightfully as you turn onto your side, a rounded expanse that Seokjin wants to run his tongue over. He’s spent, he’s just come inside you, but his cock, always eager for you, twitches at the view.
You sigh, and even in the darkness he can see the sweet curve of your lips.
‘You’re very good,’ you say, almost begrudging even though he’s made you come three times tonight, made damn sure you enjoyed yourself as much as he did.
Seokjin hums. ‘I’m good to go again if you are,’ he offers. He’s already looking forward to the ache of being hard again, of holding back until you’re crying and senseless underneath him.
It’s when he loves you best.
You look at him thoughtfully, as though considering, and then you sit up. The covers slide down off of you, bunching in a heap just high enough to cover the lower curve of your breasts.
Seokjin’s unabashed about staring at you when you’re together like this.
You roll your eyes. ‘Seokjin.’ Your voice is softer in tone than the usual guardedness you address him with.
‘Kiss me,’ Seokjin says. The words are out before he quite knew he was going to say them, and they hang in the air.
He rarely shows vulnerability. He’s Kim Seokjin after all, a scion of the Kim family. He’s wealthy, outrageously good looking, privileged. He gets everything he wants with little effort on his part, and that’s exactly how he likes it.
Except you.
He’s been trying to get your attention since high school. You sleep with him willingly, but you’ve never once asked for his company without him having approached you.
And here he is, begging for a kiss like some —-
The thought flies out of his head when you lean forward, put your hand on his chest, and kiss him. Your lips are sweet, familiar, and you know how he likes to be kissed.
You’ve been kissing Seokjin for years, and you’re so good at it he can’t imagine a life without you.
Seokjin breathes in your scent, realises he’s humming quietly as you kiss him. His love for you thrums through his skin everywhere you touch him.
When you pull away, his eyes open.
Your expression is difficult to read.
‘You’re such an asshole, Seokjin,’ you sigh.
‘I know, but you love it,’ he agrees. ‘Kiss me again.’
You shake your head. ‘I have to go.’
Seokjin says, ‘Stay. I’m good for another round.’
‘I can’t.’
‘Worried you’ll fall in love with me?’ he asks, injecting mocking into his tone.
Oh the irony.
‘I’m already in love with you,’ you say. You’re getting up, picking your clothes off the floor. ‘That’s the problem.’
Seokjin’s heart leaps. ‘I’m in love with you too,’ he says, simply. Truthfully.
He thinks he sounded heartfelt, but the history of fucking around between you paints over the present so easily.
You roll your eyes at his declaration.
‘Convince me next time, Seokjin.’
He slips into the asshole persona he wears all the time around you.
‘Please,’ he says, feigning nonchalance. ‘I don’t have to convince you of anything. You’ll be back.’
‘Yeah,’ you agree.
You throw him a smile, affectionate but with a sadness to it that tugs his heart.
‘See you.’
***
The beginning
‘You’re ridiculous,’ you scoff, fastening your bra.
The man who’s just fucked you breathless doesn’t even blink, stretching languidly on the bed.
He’s so long his feet hang over the edge. He turns over, and despite yourself, you can’t help but admire the expanse of golden skin on show.
You know that his skin is as warm as it looks.
The sheet covers his ass, just barely.
You feel like tugging it down so you can admire his bare butt too.
‘I’m ridiculous, but you’re still here,’ Seokjin purrs, turning his head, catching you staring at him.
His smile turns into a smirk. You want to slap it off his face, but you think he’d like that too much.
‘Anyway call me when you want to do this again.’
His voice is silken, and between the beautiful tone of it and his gorgeous body and face, you’re sorely tempted to jump back into bed with him.
You pick up your phone and dial.
He raises an eyebrow at you when his phone rings, but he answers anyway.
‘Y/N?’ he says.
‘Yeah, can we fuck again?’ you ask.
Seokjin says, like the asshole you know he is, ‘Kind of busy right now.’
You glare at him. ‘Busy doing what?’
He laughs, and you marvel at his audacity.
You hang up and storm out of his apartment.
Your phone rings when you get down to street level, but you don’t answer.
You’re never going to pander to Kim Seokjin again. This is the last fucking time.
***
When Kim Seokjin was 17, he was the same height he is now, but only half as much of an asshole.
You were the prettier one then, the girl known for her artistic talent.
He’d approached you one day after school, saying your name as you’d walked past him.
‘Yes,’ you’d answered politely. He was in your class but you ran in different crowds.
‘Can you help me make a card?’ he’d asked.
‘What kind of card?’
‘A greeting card for Valentine’s day,’ he’d explained, walking with you to your next class.
Sometimes now, when he’s feeling especially dickish, he claims to have kickstarted your entire career as a graphics designer.
You personally think that Seokjin was born to work in his father’s company. He has no discernible talent or skill but he’s always been good at delegating.
Anyway, you’d spent hours creating a beautiful card for him, personalised with the name of one of the prettiest and most popular girls in school.
He’d arrived at your senior prom with her on his arm.
He hadn’t so much as said hello as he’d swanned past you.
You were well into your second year at university before you’d realised he was at the same university as you.
You were at some house party trying to get away from some drunken jerk when he’d walked right up to you and inserted himself between you and the jerk.
‘Don’t bother,’ he’d said to the jerk in a loud stage whisper. ‘She’s terrible in bed.’
Jerk dispatched, he’d then looked to you for approval.
You blame society for lifting men up who do the bare minimum.
You’d let him fuck you in one of the bedrooms.
And then again, a week later, at some other guy’s birthday party.
And then, regrettably, in a skanky club bathroom.
Your little friends with benefits arrangement with Seokjin had imploded at the end of your final semester of second year.
You’d been working on your final project with your partner, a quiet but sharply intelligent guy called Yoongi. You and Yoongi had ended up scoring the highest in your class.
You remember standing in the corridor outside the faculty office, admiring your name at the top of the list, when Seokjin had said your name.
Just like that first time, in high school, you’d turned, looked at him, and replied, ‘Yes?’
‘Want to go celebrate?’ he’d asked.
His idea of a celebration had been to take you to his apartment off campus and to eat you out until you were sobbing his name.
He’d offered to make you ramen after, which is when you’d discovered he had a roommate.
Your fiercely intelligent project partner, Yoongi.
Yoongi had looked as surprised to see you as you were to see him.
He’d given Seokjin a long look that you couldn’t understand, and then apologised to you.
‘I’m sorry,’ Yoongi had said, politely. ‘Seokjin doesn’t often have guests over.’
‘I can’t imagine why,’ you’d replied.
‘I just wanted to eat pussy in peace,’ Seokjin had muttered.
‘Don’t be an asshole,’ Yoongi had said, sharply.
You’d watched in amazement as Seokjin’s mouth had snapped shut.
You’d said something about leaving then, and Yoongi had offered to drive you home, but all you’d wanted to do was get away.
The next time you’d seen Seokjin had been at a wedding of a mutual friend.
Seokjin had been one of the groomsmen and you’d been a bridesmaid.
He’d smiled at you warmly at the rehearsal dinner, and although you’d been wary at first, he’d looked so handsome in his suit you’d been totally disarmed.
You’d let him pull you into a hug, and his hand had drifted down your back to the top of your ass.
‘Your ass is bigger now,’ he’d murmured.
You’d looked up at him and snapped, ‘Too bad I can’t say the same about your dick.’
He’d frowned. ‘It’s a compliment,’ he’d insisted.
You’d scowled back at him and ignored him for the rest of the dinner.
At the wedding, he’d escorted you down the aisle, quieter than usual.
He’d been so quiet you’d asked him if he was ok.
He’d blinked at you and replied that he was hungover and tapped out from fucking the maid of honour after the rehearsal dinner.
You’d dropped his arm as soon as it was acceptable to do so.
You’d been applying for jobs after your company went out of business, when you’d seen your dream job advertised.
The ad looked like it was tailored for your skillset, the only downside being that it was for a subsidiary of the Kim conglomerate.
Seokjin’s family company.
You’d run into him after your interview, just as you were leaving.
‘Y/N,’ he’d said, looking genuinely pleased to see you.
You’d been pleased too, before you remembered all of your history together.
‘How’ve you been?’ he’d asked.
You’d told him about your job interview over drinks, culminating in a night of mind blowing sex.
A few days later you’d been offered the job.
You doubt he’d had anything to do with it, but you’ve never asked.
***
Han Yeri’s the person you work most closely with as part of the design team, and over the past few months she’s become a good friend too.
She eyes you over the screen you’re currently staring at.
‘Let me guess, you saw him last night,’ she says, tossing a paperclip at you.
You look up at her, surprised.
‘You always look off after you’ve seen him,’ Yeri says, shrugging. ‘Disgruntled.’
Which begs the question, why do you continue to see Seokjin?
You avoid her direct gaze and the unspoken question.
‘I guess I like things that are bad for me,’ you say, morose.
‘Good dick is hard to find,’ Yeri says, ‘and he must be fucking good in bed for you to hate him so much and yet keep coming back to him.’
She’s not wrong.
Seokjin’s incredible in bed.
When you’re with him, really with him, his mouth loses its sardonic twist and softens into smiles and pouts. His height, often used to tower over you when he’s being particularly irritating, becomes thrilling rather than annoying.
He holds you like he likes you, whispering praise that makes you melt for him, if only for the moments you’re in bed together.
As soon as you get out of bed, though, he makes you want to push him off a cliff.
Yeri’s looking at you, amused.
There’s a knock on the door behind you, and Yeri straightens up when she sees who it is.
You turn to see Mrs Song, your head of design, accompanied by Kim Seokjin and a man who looks pretty familiar.
The man smiles at you, and as soon as you see the way his face crinkles you recognise him.
It’s Min Yoongi, your project partner from all those years ago.
‘Yoongi!’ you say, greeting him with a big smile.
He says your name, and you notice how beautifully he’s dressed.
‘I don’t get greeted like that,’ Seokjin murmurs so only you can hear.
You ignore him.
Mrs Song clears her throat.
‘Y/N, you’ll be leading the community engagement project on tech safety, and working closely with teams from Mr Min’s company,’ she informs you.
‘I hope that arrangement is agreeable to you,’ Yoongi says, smiling politely at you. ‘You come highly recommended.’
‘Of course, it’s a wonderful opportunity,’ you say honestly.
‘I’ll have my project lead reach out to you,’ Yoongi promises. ‘What are you doing tonight? I’d love to catch up on what you’ve been doing since uni.’
‘She’s having dinner with me,’ Seokjin interjects smoothly. ‘We’d love for you to join us, Yoongi.’
Yoongi looks between you and Seokjin, a slight smile playing on his lips.
He looks like he’s about to say something but his phone rings, and his slight smile blooms into a full one, lighting up his serious face.
His wedding ring glints as he lifts his phone to answer.
At odds with the soft expression on his face, his tone of voice is neutral, cool, when he answers.
‘Jagiya, let me guess, you’ve hired out our house for filming and we have to move to the pool house for a month.’
His voice lowers, and he laughs softly at the response he gets.
‘Of course there’s only one bed. I’m having dinner with Seokjin and an old university friend, would you like to join us?’
He listens intently, face softening. ‘Want me to ask Mrs Gye to make you soup? I won’t be late back, ok? Sleep in my bed.’
He rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. ‘I’ll see you later, my love.’
Seokjin pouts when Yoongi hangs up.
‘You didn’t give her a kiss from me,’ he complains.
You’re oddly endeared, you’ve never seen this side of Seokjin before. He’s cocky, self obsessed, borderline mean at all times, but never — cute.
‘She doesn’t want kisses from you,’ Yoongi replies, raising a brow, unbothered.
Seokjin scoffs at the absurdity of the notion that anyone might not want a kiss from him.
Yoongi’s already nodding to you. ‘I’ll see you later, Y/N, I’m looking forward to it.’
He walks out with Mrs Song.
You glance at Seokjin to find he’s looking back at you.
‘We didn’t have dinner plans,’ you say.
‘I’m aware of that,’ he replies. He doesn’t deign to explain.
He sighs. ‘I’ll have to call Kara and let her know I can’t see her tonight.’
You roll your eyes.
‘Can you wear that black dress?’ asks Seokjin.
‘Can you go away so I can work in peace?’ you retort.
Seokjin blinks like you’ve hurt his feelings.
You’re about to get back to work when he asks, ‘Are you on your period? Your tits look so nice.’
‘Get out of my office, Seokjin.’
***
The place you’re meeting Yoongi and Seokjin for dinner is close to your office, thankfully, because you’d lost track of time finishing off a project for a charity.
By the time you arrive, both Seokjin and Yoongi are already seated.
‘Sorry I’m late,’ you say apologetically.
Seokjin gets up to pull your chair out for you, and you don’t miss the look Yoongi throws Seokjin. You hadn’t realised that the two were so close, still.
Yoongi spends a lot of time telling you about his wife. You’re not one for society gossip, but you’ve heard a lot about their unconventional relationship.
It seems to be working for Yoongi, softening his edges, blunting the sharpness of the man you once knew.
Seokjin leans back in his chair across from you, busying himself with ogling the bare skin of your cleavage.
You fix him with a stern glare, but unsurprisingly, he’s undeterred.
‘Behave, Seokjin,’ says Yoongi, mildly, raising a brow.
‘‘You must spend a lot of time keeping Seokjin in line,’ you say, deliberately trying to provoke Seokjin the way he provoked you.
‘He only seems to misbehave around you,’ Yoongi observes, neutral. ‘He always has.’
You’re surprised, but saved from answering by the arrival of your appetizers.
***
After the meal, Yoongi’s collected by his driver and Seokjin seems reluctant to leave, lingering by your side, until you say, dryly, ‘Is there anything I can do for you, Seokjin?’
He brightens. ‘Yes. I have a bottle of Malbec that I opened yesterday and I need help finishing it.’
You snort. ‘Why don’t you bring it over to Kara’s?’
He mumbles something that doesn’t make any sense.
‘Speak up,’ you say, nudging him gently.
‘I’d rather share it with you,’ he says.
Your first reaction is disbelief.
Then you realise he’s still looking at you, face completely serious.
He doesn’t seem to have a punchline at the ready.
‘Seeing you with Yoongi made me realise how you’ve been a part of my life for a long time,’ he continues.
Seokjin shrugs, an elegant slight rise of his broad shoulders.
‘The wine was a gift, and I’d rather share it with someone who means something to me.’
For the second time tonight, you’re stunned into silence.
Then you scoff. ‘You mean someone you like fucking.’
Seokjin laughs, looks away. His profile in the moonlight is beautiful, straight nose, firm jawline, and the curve of his neck makes you think of all the times you’ve kissed him.
If you really think about it, you’ve kissed him a lot.
‘I like fucking,’ he admits. ‘I make sure you like it too, don’t I?’
You can’t deny it.
‘I’ll share your Malbec with you, Seokjin, and your bed,’ you say, finally.
His smile is blindingly pretty, but doesn’t make your heart race so much as the way he reaches over and grasps your hand.
It feels loose, transient. You’ve never held hands before, not out of bed, anyway.
You’re thinking of something to say when he says, teasing, ‘God, your hands are clammy.’
You try to pull away but he grasps you tighter.
‘A little sweat never stopped me before,’ he remarks.
‘Shut up, Seokjin.’
He laughs again, but he keeps holding your hand, and you don’t try to pull away again.
***
The elevator to Seokjin’s penthouse is virtually soundless, doors sliding shut with a snick, elevator rising up with the faintest of hums.
He’s standing closer to you than he has to, body turned towards yours, chest brushing your shoulder.
He leans down, tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, affection in his gaze.
Butterflies start fluttering in your stomach.
You share a smile.
The elevator doors open, and he opens his mouth to speak, but you never hear what he has to say, because as soon as he escorts you out of the lift you’re greeted by a stunning woman in a silken dress, a pout on her lips.
‘Seokjin,’ she says.
The man in question glances at you, and in his expression you read a mixture of chagrin and embarrassment.
‘Kara,’ Seokjin says, nodding politely.
Kara shoots you a look. ‘I thought we had plans, Seokjin.’
You raise an eyebrow. ‘I thought we had plans too, Seokjin.’
There’s no way you’re making this easy on him.
Seokjin says, ‘I’m sorry I cancelled on you, Kara.’
‘Well it’s fine, you’re here now,’ Kara replies.
You can see the brick red flush travelling up Seokjin’s beautiful neck, although you’re not thinking of kissing him now.
At this rate, he’ll be lucky if you don’t castrate him.
‘Perhaps we’ll share your Malbec another time, Seokjin,’ you say, smooth as silk, extricating yourself from the situation.
He says your name and really it’s your own fault for believing that a man like Kim Seokjin could ever change.
You turn around and exit the way you came.
***
Yeri, sitting on the sidelines beside the batting cage, winces as you swing the baseball bat and knock a ball straight up over the fence.
‘Let me guess,’ she calls. ‘You’re imagining it’s his balls you’re hitting.’
‘Even better,’ you call back, fixing your baseball cap on your head grimly. ‘I’m imagining it’s his face.’
‘He has a pretty face,’ Yeri says, trailing off when you glare at her.
‘No one is arguing that he’s pretty,’ you spit out. ‘That’s why he gets away with it.’
‘With what?’ Yeri asks.
‘Being an irritating, self-centred, cocky, arrogant, asshole!’
You miss the next five balls and throw your bat on the ground.
‘Whose idea was it to hold the company sports day here?’ you growl.
‘I’m sure as hell not going to tell you whilst you’re in a murderous rage,’ Yeri says.
She hands you a bottle of water.
‘Come on, let’s do something else. Something without weapons.’
Which is how you end up in the three-legged race.
You’re waiting for Yeri to finish chatting to friends when you realise that Seokjin’s knelt at your feet.
You feel a tie tightening around your ankle and pull away, but you’re too slow.
‘What the hell, Seokjin,’ you hiss.
‘I didn’t hear any complaints when I tied you up the other day,’ Seokjin replies. He gets up, brushing off his knees.
You keep forgetting how tall he is.
‘You didn’t complain when I tied you up either,’ you point out.
‘You can do anything you like to me,’ Seokjin replies. ‘Come on, let’s win this race.’
‘It’s not a —‘
You break off when Seokjin wraps an arm around your hip and starts running.
‘I hate losing,’ he tells you.
‘Me too,’ you agree.
Seokjin grins. ‘That’s why I love you.’
Your eyes snap to his, but he’s turned away, focusing on the finish line with a sharp, quiet precision that you have to admit is attractive.
You wrap your arm around his waist to support yourself and concentrate on keeping up with his longer strides.
By the time you cross the finish line, he’s bright red and panting, as are you.
‘Did we win?’
You look around for confirmation and realise that you’ve come in second.
Seokjin’s kneeling again, loosening the knot, freeing your leg.
You suck in a breath as he rubs his thumb tenderly over the welt in your skin from the tie.
‘Shouldn’t have tied it so tight,’ he says, looking up at you. ‘Does your leg hurt?’
‘Only my pride at coming in second,’ you reply.
He smiles.
‘Come on, let’s take you home. Unless you want another go at swinging a bat pretending you’re hitting me.’
‘You saw that?’ you ask, grimacing.
‘It’s the same face you make when I tell you no,’ he says, casual.
He smirks at you. ‘You’ve never liked being told no, have you, brat?’
You don’t bother with an answer.
***
Seokjin’s broad back is to you as he soaps up in the shower, his wet hair plastered to his neck.
You’re watching the way his back muscles flex as he moves, when he says, in a knowing voice, ‘Are you staring at me again?’
You scoff. ‘You’re full of it.’
‘And you’re full of me, aren’t you, baby?’ he asks, voice velvety.
He turns around, takes the shower puff out of your hand.
‘Turn around,’ he says.
You look up at him, deciding whether or not you’re going to do as he says.
‘Stop making that bratty face at me,’ Seokjin says, unphased.
His hand lands on your shoulder, and you let him turn you so you’re facing away from him.
He reaches out, traces the line of your spine with his finger, making you shiver.
‘You’re a pretty girl, aren’t you,’ he muses.
He washes along your shoulders, down to the dip at the small of your back, runs the shower puff along your ass cheeks.
Then he replaces the puff with his hands, kneading lightly at your shoulders.
He grasps your sides with both hands, thumbs along your spine, fingers splaying under your breasts.
Your breathing quickens as his fingers travel up, cupping the weight of your breasts.
He pulls you closer, snug against his front, so he can hold you flush to him with one arm as he touches your breasts with his other hand.
Your nipples harden with each slow pass of his palm, slick with soap, sensitive from the jets of water streaming down on you.
His cock, nestled between your ass cheeks, grows as he touches you.
‘Look at this body,’ he says, low, into your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe. ‘Look how you respond to me.’
You close your eyes and moan as he plucks at your nipples, and his cock swells even more, blunt head now nudging at your entrance.
He tilts his head down, and you turn your face to his for a kiss.
His mouth slants over yours, lips warm, tongue seeking.
You turn to get more of him, and he groans as you plaster yourself to his chest.
His now fully hard cock slots between your thighs, and you tighten them, rubbing yourself against him.
The thick vein along the top of his cock feels so good against your clit.
He leans down so you can get your arms around his neck, takes a step so you’re against the wall, so he can grind against you.
He curls his fingers around his cock, lifting it up so you can rub your clit against the underside of him.
You look down and moan at the view of him against your belly, head glistening with pre-cum.
‘It’s being wasted,’ Seokjin grunts. ‘Here, let me put it inside you.’
He lifts your leg, pulls it against his hip, and enters you.
You’re sore from the sheer number of times you’ve fucked tonight, but your walls still tighten around him, taking him in.
The drag of his cock is such a familiar pleasure you could cry.
He stops when he’s in you all the way, croons your name with an affection that makes your heart feel light.
Like it’s about to take flight in your chest.
Like he means more to you than you care to admit.
‘Seokjin,’ you say, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
‘Stay here with me,’ he says. ‘I’m right here.’
His touch makes you feel simultaneously weighted and like you’re floating.
Each thrust sends you higher, until you’re curled around him so tightly you can barely stand.
‘There you go,’ Seokjin grunts.
He tilts your face to his, kissing you deep, and swallows your cries as you come around his cock.
You’re vaguely aware of him calling your name as he spills inside you, but you’re more aware of how tightly he’s holding you, like he doesn’t want to let you go.
***
Present day
The company New Year’s eve party tends to start off civilised and then rapidly descend into mess and debauchery.
You’re in two minds about whether you want to go to it this year, last year you’d been hit on by Steven from payroll and equally irritatingly, Seokjin had been too busy being fawned over by Sera and Seulgi from finance to do anything but send a few smug smirks your way.
You recap your lipstick, smooth down the sides of your dress, and sigh.
You really ought to go, you’d promised Yeri you’d be there.
By the time you arrive at the venue, the party’s in full swing.
You spot Yeri with her latest crush by the pop-up bar, wave and head off in search of canapes.
You should have left enough time to eat before coming, you realise, looking grimly at the leftovers.
You remember the stash of chocolate you always keep in your desk drawer and head up in the lifts.
There’s a light on in your workspace.
Funny, you don’t remember leaving it on.
You peer around the partition to see Seokjin sitting at your desk.
He looks up guiltily as you tut loudly.
‘There’d better be enough of that chocolate bar left for me,’ you say, pulling up a chair.
Silently, Seokjin hands you the other half of the chocolate.
‘Remember that card you made for me?’ he asks.
‘The one that directly led to you getting laid?’ you ask.
Seokjin grins, crooked.
‘I was going to give it to you.’
You raise an eyebrow, incredulous.
‘Really.’
‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘I chickened out.’
You’re not convinced.
He reaches out, knits his fingers with yours.
There’s something oddly sad about the curve of his mouth.
‘I’m tired of this,’ he says, quietly.
Your heart drops.
‘Tired of us?’ you ask.
His eyes are intent on yours. ‘Tired of not telling the truth.’
‘What’s the truth?’
‘I don’t just want us to fuck around for another ten years.’
If you’re honest with yourself, that’s not what you want either.
You’ve promised yourself you’re not going to pander to Kim Seokjin ever again, but have you ever really given him a chance?
You’ve always given your body freely to him, but you’ve never really given him access to your heart.
You’ve been too afraid of getting hurt.
He’s still watching you, so you say, ‘I don’t know if I’m any good at dating, Seokjin.’
‘Me either,’ he says. ‘But there’s no one else I’d rather fuck it up with.’
His fingers are still knitted with yours.
You smile at him, unguarded, for the first time in a long time, and he smiles back.
‘Let’s go,’ he says.
You have no idea where he means to take you, but as you skip down the front steps of the building with him, you feel lighter than ever.
It’s a New Year, and a new start.
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Does That Work For You, Needy? ~ Part 3
Pairing: Zoro x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,283
This is part 3 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:
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Summary: You try to establish the boundaries of the relationship. Zoro gives some mixed signals while he shows you who you should be craving.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Reader Insert, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Smut, Rough Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Hair Pulling, Cunnilingus, Swearing, Casual Sex, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Condoms, Aftercare, Oral Sex, Shameless Smut, lil angst, Possessive Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Pet Names, Biting, Dom Zoro, Friends with Benefits, Crewmates with Benefits, Zoro's a straight to the point kinda guy and we love that
A/N: Hey y’all! I hope you don’t mind, I gave our reader just the tiniest bit of backstory/motivation. I thought I could write plotless, one shot smut, so I didn’t give her anything before, but now my brain is going wild so 🤷 Hope you like it, I’m already having a lot of fun with the next one! 😊
“Well, we, uh…”
Zoro’s brow furrowed, and it looked like he was struggling to figure out what to say. You’d asked to clarify the boundaries of your casual relationship. He looked way too confused. You decided to go easy on him, and help him out.
“So we’re just friends, just crew mates, that help each other out with certain, uh, urges?”
You’d started out fine, but at your last few words he’d turned that knowing smile your way.
You shrugged it off, and continued.
“Is that right?”
“Yup, that’s right. Crew mates. With extra benefits.”
You held in a soft gasp as his hand reached out under the kitchen table to stroke your thigh.
“Hold on, we’re not done.”
He still looked confused, but stopped and waited for you.
“I like our arrangement.”
“I’d say ‘like’ is an understatement, needy girl.”
You fought your blush at his smug fucking face, and pushed on.
“We are members of this crew first, and we can’t let our feelings get in the way.”
He nodded, truly listening now.
“We need to be very clear with each other what we are and aren’t comfortable with if we’re going to keep doing this.”
“What do you mean?”
You wanted to shake the man, but threw out an example.
“Since we aren’t seeing each other, will we feel comfortable if the other person has sex with or sees someone else.”
“Oh, uh…”
Zoro looked taken aback for a moment, as if he hadn’t thought about that at all. You kept your smile in while he weighed his thoughts.
“I mean, if we’re docked somewhere, and you meet someone you’d like to sleep with until we leave, I’d be okay with that. You should probably tell me first so I don’t hunt you down, and accidentally fuck you in their bed.”
You wanted to flick that self satisfied smile off his cute fucking face.
“As if you could even find me without getting lost.”
He raised his brows, leaning toward you in a mock challenge.
“Fuck, Zoro, you’re making this difficult.”
He sat back, grinning like a cat with cream.
“I don’t know, I’m having a pretty good time. What about you? How would you feel if I found a good fuck on a random island now and then?”
You took your time with the question, making sure you weren’t rushing into a boat load of pain.
“I’m good with it right now. But we need to agree that if either of us starts to feel uncomfortable or hurt, we need to talk about it, and reassess.”
Zoro nodded slowly, standing up from the table, then smirked.
“Sounds good, Needy. But I don’t think anything would stop you from begging for this dick.”
You wanted to laugh or feign outrage, but you watched as he slid his hand up his thigh and grabbed his hard cock, the shape of it now obvious through his pants.
He moved toward you, leaning on his hand on the table, then hovered over your ear to give a low whisper.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk, let alone go looking for another fuck.”
You gasped under him, feeling wetness already pooling as your core twisted with anticipation.
“Does that work for you, Needy?”
Your voice was breathy, but you still managed to argue.
“You are not giving me that nickname, Cocky.”
“Oh, but that’s exactly why you’re so needy. Because my cock drives you crazy, doesn’t it?”
You tried to laugh and keep joking, but he’d grabbed your wrist. Zoro made you palm his length, already so achingly hard.
You tried to hold it in, but you let out a soft moan, your eyes rolling up a bit. He chuckled down at you, and you clenched your jaw. I’m going to pay him back one of these days.
He licked the shell of your ear, making you twitch before he continued his sinful whispers.
“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you right now.”
You pretended to be considering, not sure what your answer would be.
“Don’t lie, pretty girl. Aren’t we here to be honest with each other.”
You shivered at the slight threat ringing his words, then looked into his dark, brown eyes.
“I need you to fuck me right now.”
Zoro grabbed your hair with a growl and slammed his mouth onto yours, invading you with his tongue.
You gave him desperate whimpers that he ate up, but you pushed his shoulders back.
He stepped back, looking dazed, but waited for your words.
“I thought we’d discussed that the kitchen wasn’t a secure location.”
You almost giggled at repeating the serious phrase he’d used. Then a yelp escaped you as he grabbed your arm, and yanked you from the table.
“Come on.”
You followed Zoro to his quarters, which was pretty much just a storage closet with a hammock.
This had been your main spot to help each other out, but you had to be extra quiet since it was sandwiched between Luffy and Usopp’s rooms. Timing your entrance and exits was also a fun exercise in sleuthing.
Zoro had already charged in, no doubt already nude, and touching himself as he waited for you.
That thought sent delicious chills down your body while you waited for your moment.
Then you paused. What the fuck am I doing?
All your years of struggling, honing your skills, of becoming confident, and determined to follow your dreams. Now you get to travel on the Grand Line, discovering new plants, and helping Chopper turn them into medicines or poisons, or even beauty products that Nami and Robin enjoyed. You would become the world’s best botanist, and discover the most incredible and rare plants. You were out on your own, making a name for yourself.
But now this green haired fucker could turn you into a whimpering mess so easily. Sometimes with just a look. You didn’t want to do anything to mess with your dream, with your new crew. What if this ruins everything?
You remembered his rough hand in your hair at the kitchen table, his eyes that promised pain and pleasure. I’m fucked.
You ignored your doubts, and listened. Not hearing a sound, you crept in, locking the door behind you.
Zoro was sitting on the floor against the wall, stroking himself while his eyes burned through you. You wasted no time in stripping for him.
He stood and quickly pulled you against him, leaving you gasping at the feel of his shaft along your stomach. He kept his voice hushed as he teased you.
“I can’t believe what a needy little pussy you have.”
You moaned as he stroked along your jaw and neck while he whispered.
“You really think my cock isn’t enough to satisfy you?”
“Zo-Zoro, I-“
“I’m gonna prove you wrong.”
You lost your balance as Zoro knelt, but he caught you by your hips before plunging his tongue into your folds, licking up the evidence of your need for his touch. He pulled back with a wicked smile.
“Lay down.”
You nodded, shaking as you set yourself on the wooden floor.
“Show me that tasty cunt of yours, Y/N. I’m gonna ruin it for anyone else.”
His words caused your mind to twinge, but your body to ache. You spread for him, running your hands along your thighs, wishing he’d hurry it up. You couldn’t help the desperate noises you made as you watched him drag a condom onto his swollen shaft.
“Fuck me, Zoro. I wanna feel you.”
His satisfied smile made your eyes roll back as he brought his face closer to where you needed him.
“I know you do.”
His chuckle rumbled through you as he kissed your clit, dragging his tongue along your folds, playing and sucking at the bundle of nerves.
Your hands grabbed for something, anything to hold onto. You pulled one of his shirts toward you, stuffing it between your teeth as you arched your back. Zoro was rarely this soft, but he kept pushing your limits as he sucked you harder, biting your clit until you shook. He laughed at you, sending shivers of vibration through you, and you wanted to kick his smug face, as long as he didn’t fucking stop.
Zoro teased his fingers along your entrance, wetting them before shoving two inside you. You whimpered as you tried to keep quiet, his long fingers digging deep until they curled around that sweet spot inside of you.
He played with you, and you felt so very close. Zoro pulled his lips away while his fingers kept up their attack, and he breathed along your skin.
“Tell me how this feels.”
You pulled the cloth from your lips, panting with the need for him to keep going.
“It f-feels amazing. Gods, it feels so good.”
He kissed and licked along your thigh, giving a small bite.
“Who’s making you feel like this?”
“You are, Zoro. You feel… unf, so…”
“That’s right, Y/N. Say you don’t want anyone else in this greedy cunt but me.”
Your mind was almost lost to him, but you didn’t want him to use this to win again. Not when you weren’t sure what he meant by his demands.
But you didn’t have much strength to do anything, let alone argue, so you just clamped your mouth shut.
Zoro moved to lean over your face, his feral gaze making you clench around his fingers.
“Mm, I felt that, Y/N. Your body knows what you need. Say it. Say my cock is the only one your hungry pussy wants.”
Your breathing hitched, but you held his gaze with your mouth shut.
He gave an evil laugh.
“Oh, you’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”
You held in your yelp as Zoro roughly grabbed you, flipping you around. You scrambled to support yourself on your elbows and knees while he used one hand to shove his shirt into your mouth again, and used the other to circle your entrance, before thrusting into you.
This angle with his long cock was almost too much, and his rhythm and force had you seeing stars, chewing on his shirt to muffle your screams. You moaned and whimpered under his force, and tried to hold onto sanity while he shoved himself harder, deeper, and faster with each push.
Zoro kept one hand on your hip, using it as leverage to slam into you. He snaked his other hand around now to play with your clit.
Your toes curled as you shook under him, a few more punishing thrusts against your g spot and cervix sending you over the edge. You couldn’t support yourself on your arms anymore, and you fell to the floor as you came undone.
“That’s my needy little girl, keep coming on this cock for me.”
You moaned with your face dragging on the wooden floor. You wanted to tell him it was too much as your orgasm ripped through you, but you couldn’t move to take the cloth out of your mouth.
Zoro kept fucking you just as hard through your climax, and you felt like you were going to explode from it all.
“It’s.. too- mmm”
You’d pushed the fabric out of your mouth with your tongue while you twitched, but that was all you could make out while he continued.
“Nah, kitten. You can take it.”
Your eyes rolled back again, and Zoro shoved his shirt back in your mouth just in time for another orgasm. You could feel your skin dragging along the wooden floor, but it just added to the overwhelming explosion that pulsed through you.
You finally felt Zoro falter as he groaned above you.
“Fuuck, your pussy is fucking sweet, baby. You take this cock so- unh so well, Needy girl.”
Tears were streaming from your eyes as you felt his release, his pulsing only making you clench more.
You whimpered as he pulled away from you, then felt his strong hands turning you over.
His brows furrowed when he saw your face, and he swept his fingers along your cheek while he pulled the fabric out of your mouth.
“You okay, Y/N?”
You tried to laugh, but all that came out was a huff of air.
You gave him a nod, and he narrowed his eyes, but moved away to remove the very full condom. You gasped as you watched him, and he raised his brows before coming toward you with a hoarse whisper.
“Seriously, Y/N. After all that, you still want more?”
You tried to still, but you couldn’t help your labored breathing at the thought of him.
Shaking his head, Zoro wrapped you in his blanket, and set a pillow under you. His touch was awkward, but gentle.
“Guess I have more work to do.”
You shivered at his promise/threat, but gasped as he laid down. He set his head on your lap, and closed his eyes.
“Wake me up later, I’ll carry you to your room when everyone’s asleep.”
You stared at him, wanting to talk about everything. You wanted to know if his possessive behavior was just a sex thing. Otherwise, he was sending you very mixed signals.
You were still slightly twitching and aching from all he’d done to you.
Closing your eyes, you tried to think about your goals and your dreams, outside of this tiny, steamy room.
Well, there’s no rare plants to discover on the ship. Guess I can enjoy this for at least a little while longer.
Zoro was already snoring and you tried to keep your laughter quiet.
I guess this works, for now.
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Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna be yours
One of my favorite moments of the 3d episode in OPLA, the moment with the knives. And I thought. Why not? English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)
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Description: You throw knives together with Cabaji. Buggy joins you.
Words: 1665
Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots
The title is taken from “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys.
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“Oh, come on, Y/N! Admit it!”
“You're talking nonsense, Cabaji!” You were sitting in an awning on a keg sipping beer. “I don't care about him!”
“Really? I thought you like him.” Cabaji shrugged. “There was some harbor girl coming out of his quarters this morning, barely able to walk. I think you should stop this outrage already, Y/N. You must leave his cabin without being able to walk!”
You choked. "Are you out of your mind? He's my captain, I'm not going to sleep with him!" You started to blush.
“But why? You're an acrobat. I think he'll like it!” Cabaji laughed loudly.
You lost in your thoughts. You joined the Buggy Pirates a few months ago, and became an acrobat on his circus team. To be honest, running off with Captain Clown seemed like a good idea. Your family didn't understand your fascination with the circus and tried to force you to learn a boring profession. You were drawn to the magic of the circus all your life. You liked the smell of candy popcorn. You loved hearing the laughter and applause of the audience. What you didn't like was that after a few months you realized you had feelings for the captain. No, no! A grown man who paints himself as a clown. But the more often you saw him, the more you realized that the sight of him gave you a light electric shock. You tried to avoid making eye contact with him or standing next to him. Every time your captain passed by, touched you, you blushed, and it seemed to you that the whole team already knew about your feelings.
“Okay. Let's take another round!” You sipped your beer, spun off the keg, and picked up your knives. “I'll beat you this time.”
“You haven't been able to beat me since day one on the ship, Y/N!” Cabaji laughed.
“Go to hell! I can do it!” You took the knife firmly in your hand and hurled it at the board.
“Ha! You missed! Loser!” Cabaji sipped his beer, walked over to you, patted you on the shoulder, and threw the knife. “See! Right on target! Who is the winner? Cabaji is the winner!” He pointed at himself with his index fingers.
“You must have thrown a knife at someone the first thing you did as soon as you were born, otherwise I don't understand where such marksmanship comes from!” You waved your hands and shrieked loudly. “Oh, I know! I need a target! We had cabbage for Richie here. Go get it!”
Cabaji shrugged his shoulders and quickly ran off to get the cabbage and went back inside. “Now what am I supposed to do with these sprouts!” He asked in surprise.
“Fix it on a board. I'll imagine it's our Captain Buggy's head, and I'll throw knives at him!” You twirled the knife in your hands with a proud look.
“I told you like him!” Cabaji succeeded and nailed a cabbage sprout to the board.
“He's my…I don’t li..” You swung the knife. “....ke him! Yes! I hit it!”
“The sprouts take up half the board, of course you hit it!” He gave you another knife.
“Oh, Y/N, you like him!” You started imitating Cabaji's voice. “I don't love him! Captain pisses me off! He an...” You took aim and threw another knife. “...noys me!” Another knife. “Walks around his ship like he's king of the world. The fucking king who is always whining!”
“Uh... Y/N!” Cabaji cleared his throat.
“Oh, my beer's too cold. Y/N, get me a new bottle from the fridge!” You threw another knife with anger. “Get it yourself! You can detach your fucking arm and send it to the fridge!”
“Y/N!” Cabaji tried to get your attention.
“Ooh, my omelet is too cold. Y/N, heat it up!” You picked up another knife from the ground and threw it at the cabbage. “I wasn't hired to be your fucking cook, asshole!”
“Y/N!!!!” Cabaji shouted. “Hush!”
“What?” You snapped back. “What's he going to do to me? He's just a fucking cabbage on the board. What do you think? I bet if he was standing behind me right now, he'd start whining about something.” You noticed Cabaji's gaze looking somewhere behind your shoulder. “He's standing behind me now, isn't he?”
He slowly nodded.
You blushed and turned around. “Good evening, Captain!” You slowly looked up. Seeing first his boots, then his clothes, then his red lips, red nose, green eyes, and blue hair. “And we are... We…”
Buggy crossed his arms and stared at you intently. “Having fun, huh?” He shifted his gaze to Cabaji.
“Yeah, relaxing after the show. Throwing knives and talking.” You said quietly.
"I noticed." He said rather dryly and took off his coat.
The first thing you saw were pumped up arms, and you got a little out of breath.
“May I join you?” Buggy walked over to Cabaji who was pulling knives out of a cabbage and took one.
“Sure!” You started to blush and looked away from him.
“Do we have any bets?” Buggy asked, rubbing the hilt with his hand.
“No. Just for fun. Not playing for anything.” You tried to sound calm.
“No interest in playing for anything. I suggest a case of beer.” Buggy threw the knife, and it hit right in the middle of the sprout. “Looks like one point behind me, huh? Cheesecake, your turn!” He smiled slightly and held the knife out to you.
You gently took the edge of the handle, trying not to touch Buggy's hand, and stood in front of the target. You began to swing.
“No, no. My cheesecake, you're holding the knife wrong.” Buggy came up behind you, putting one hand on your wrist. “Take it a little to the right.” He gently moved your hand in the right direction. Your heart began to pound faster.
Buggy brought his face close to your ear and said quietly, “Now throw it!”
You gulped and threw the knife at the cabbage.
“See! Almost hit it!” Buggy adjusted his white glove, sipped from your bottle, and turned back to you. “Let's do it again!” He handed you the knife and stood behind you again. “Take your hand back.” Buggy put his hand on your wrist and lightly touched your waist with the fingers of the other. “And throw!”
You froze for a second, feeling the warmth of his hand on your waist.
“Cheesecake? Throw it!” He ran his hand lightly over your side.
“Oh yeah, I'm throwing it!” You threw the knife at the target but missed s little.
“That's better already! Cabaji, your turn!” Buggy sat down on the keg and sipped your beer again.
Cabaji shrugged, picked up a knife from the ground, threw it and hit the target.
“Good for you! Now it's my turn! Watch how the real masters throw knives!” Buggy mewled, picked up a knife from the cabbage, stood close to you, and threw it towards the board.
You tried your best to hide your admiration and refused to admit that this whole situation was turning you on a bit.
“Cheesecake! Your turn!” Buggy nodded his head at you. Cabaji wanted to walk over to you to help steady your hand, but the captain tsked at him. Buggy walked over to you and took your hand again, with his other hand he had already hugged you tighter and pulled you closer to his chest. Goosebumps ran through your body. You felt like you could feel every beat of his heart through your vertebrae.
“Aim more precisely.” Buggy looked at you over your shoulder. You cast a glance with the edge of your eye and immediately averted your eyes. He literally drilled you with his gaze, and began stroking his hand down your back.
“Jesus!” It went through your head.
You took a deep breath, covered your eyes and threw the knife.
“Ha! You got it!” Buggy clapped his hands together happily. "Hey, is someone keeping score?" He asked, looking back at Cabaji.
“No, captain.” Cabaji shrugged.
“Okay, we’re gentlemen! Let's let the cheesecake win, right?” Buggy picked up the knife from the ground, stood behind you, and pressed closer. “Go ahead yourself, Y/N.” He placed both hands on your waist and pulled you closer.
You didn’t quite understand how to throw a knife in such a position when all you could think about was how close he was standing.
Buggy started stroking your waist, and you didn’t notice how you twitched slightly.
“What's happened?” Buggy asked as he looked at you, placing one hand on your hip.
“Nothing. I'm afraid I'll lose your beer. Captain!” You giggled idiotically, trying to hide your increasing breathing in every possible way. You exhaled, tried to straighten your shoulders and snuggled closer. You pulled your hand back and glanced at Buggy, who didn’t seem to notice that he had already lowered his second hand to your thigh.
You narrowed your eyes and dropped the knife.
"You won, little cheesecake!" Buggy smiled widely and moved his hands to your waist.
“But we didn’t even keep score!” You carefully placed your palms on his.
"I'm the captain here. I said you won, that means you won!" Buggy rested his chin on the top of your head. "Okay. Time to go back to the ship. Let's go, cheesecake, I'll treat you to beer!" He abruptly removed his hands, grabbed his coat, winked at you and walked out.
“I’m telling you for sure, soon you will have difficulty leaving his cabin!” Cabaji collected the knives from the ground and from the cabbage, and grinned.
“I wish...” You whispered.
“What?” He asked again.
“Nothing. Let's go. He's probably waiting for us near the tent.”
In the morning, you really left Buggy's cabin. And judging by the faces of the crew, everyone heard you shout the captain's name loudly several times during the night.
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⎯ N'OUBLE PAS DE VIVRE. christopher bahng chan
🎧 : bang chan x female reader
TROPE. streetracer!au, fake dating au
WORD COUNT. 5.9k
WARNINGS. drinking, mentions of drugs, illegal activities, streetracing, smut
PARTS. one, two, three
SYNOPSIS. y/n, new to seoul, south korea, has yet to find the crowd she wants to roll with. that is, until she hears one of her best friends babbling about the hottest topic of the city - the streetracers. specifically a group known as "stray kids". when y/n finds herself in the backseat of one of the racers' cars, she is thrown unexpectedly into a world much different from the one she was raised in - and perhaps has found the crowd she wants to roll with.
SMUT WARNINGS. kind of dirty talk not really, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) (there will be more in the other parts)
n'ouble pas de vivre.
⎯ don't forget to live.
"What if I told you that I fucking hate you?" You glance over at your father, eyes lidded. You know you're high out of your mind, and you know that you don't really mean it - you haven't meant anything you've said in the past three hours.
"You don't hate me." Your father flips the page of his book absentmindedly, practically ignoring the fact that you're screaming in his face.
"I hate you!" You yell, and as if trying to make your point, you smudge the end of your cigarette on the wall. Part of you hopes that your father will stand up and reprimand you - the other part hopes you can continue getting away with your outrageous behavior.
"Why do you hate me, Y/N?" He finally looks up, locking eyes with you.
"You tore me away from my home," you say finally, sitting down against the wall. "I want to see my mom."
"You know damn well where your mother is." A flash of anger tears through your father's face, before quickly fading. He composes himself, straightening his suit. "Your mother is dead, honey."
You realize that you're crying now, but you couldn't give less of a fuck. Your father - this man who you've never met before in your life - has never chosen to care about you before the death of your mother. Why on Earth would he choose to care now? What was so important that you had to pack yourself up from New York and cross the fucking world to get to Seoul, South Korea?
"Fuck you!" You yell, standing quickly and moving through the hallway, up the stairs and to the bedroom that you've never slept in before. This is not your childhood bedroom, or the one that your mother always kept ready when you were away at college, or even the one at your ex-boyfriend's house - what on Earth were you going to do without Soobin here?
Some deep, hidden recess of you understands that this situation isn't your father's fault - in fact, you're sure he'd much rather be out partying and bringing home anyone he pleases than babysitting for an eighteen-year-old walking depressive episode. You know that he doesn't want you here, and you don't want to be here either.
So why won't he let you leave?
The thoughts make their way hurriedly through your mind, as though they're late to a business meeting in some other deep cavity of your skull. Soon, the rushing puts you to sleep, and you're left to dwell alone in your subconscious.
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When you awaken again, it's nearly six am. With class two hours later, you get up slowly and get ready for your day, brushing your teeth and donning your clothes that look much too American for your liking.
"Can we pick up Soyeon?" you ask as you exit your father's house, looking over at his private driver, who just bows and nods at you. You're at Soyeon's apartment fifteen minutes later, and the pretty blond grins as she jumps into the backseat of the sports car with you, clutching her bag.
In your entire two months living in Seoul already, you've made all but one friend - Jeon Soyeon. An aspiring underground rapper with a taste for expensive sunglasses. She splays out across the backseat, letting her legs drape over your lap as she hangs her head out the window. "How mad was your dad last night?" she asks, tilting her head at you as she swings her head back in to examine your face.
"Not mad," you say, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. You catch a glimpse of the driver wrinkling his nose, but you ignore it, taking a drag and blowing a puff of smoke at your friend's face. "He wasn't upset at all until I brought up my mom. I don't think he cares that I was smoking and stuff."
Soyeon pretends to pout. "You're lucky. My mom is such a cunt about all that stuff. 'That shit kills you, Soyeon.' Like I don't wanna die already!" she giggles, and you can tell that even now, at seven-thirty in the morning on a random Tuesday in March, Jeon Soyeon is high out of her mind.
"I'm so glad we ended up in the same psych class," she says, bloodshot eyes glancing up at you. "Life would be so boring. All those fucking do-gooders are fucked."
"You're fucked," you say, pushing her playfully.
"So are you, bitch!" she laughs.
Not long after, you've arrived at the university that the two of you take classes together at. You get out of the car, shouldering your bag and stepping out onto the green, Soyeon following behind you. Around you, students bustle around, lounging between classes, hand-in-hand with their lovers, trying to run from a one-night-stand without being seen. You smile as a girl runs from bush to bush, trying to fix her mousy hair and hide the fact that she's still wearing the dress you saw her in at the party last night. In fact, you remember taking off that dress. You wonder how she ended up at someone else's dorm.
Soyeon hardly notices anything, running a little ahead of you and jumping into a much-too energetic cartwheel.
"Who'd you end up going home with last night?" you ask her, jogging a little to catch up.
"Some guy. Chi . . . Ji-something? . . . no . . . Sung? . . . Jisung? I think that's what his name was."
You nod. "Was he nice?"
"He was cool," Soyeon says. "I've seen him and his friend a few times at the rap shows. Sometimes one of them gets up and does a little freestyle. He's pretty good. He's part of a street racing group though, did you know?"
"Street racing?"
"Come on, don't tell me they don't have street racing in America."
"No, they do, it's just like not something that happens a lot. And most American street racers don't go to prestigious universities, either."
"Haughty haughty." Soyeon wiggles her eyebrows at you, nudging you gently. "Most stoners don't go to prestigious universities either. And here we are, strolling into a fucking psych lecture in a prestigious university."
You take your seats beside each other, waiting for the lecture to begin.
"You should come with me. Jisung asked if I wanted to come see a race tonight. He said I could get a backseat pass and everything." She winks at you, and you shake your head knowingly. "Seriously though. It could be fun! Maybe you'll find your new calling."
You roll your eyes. "I'd rather not," you say.
So, how exactly did you end up here, fourteen hours later, sitting in a crowded back-alley dotted with girls showing too much skin and guys showing off their fancy multi-colored cars.
"This doesn't seem like a street race," you tell Soyeon, fixing your dress. It's practically vanta black and too short, but Soyeon said it complimented your figure and you didn't want to fight with her.
"That's cause none of the big leagues have shown up yet. These are all just bozos who get off on girls in small tops."
"You do realize that you're a girl in a small top, right?" You glance over at Soyeon, who is dressed in a flattering bikini top and jean skirt, showing off her delicate body.
Soyeon turns around and wiggles her ass at you. "Damn right I am." She stands back up, ignoring the whistling and claps that erupt around us at her little display, and leads me over into a semi-vacant corner of the lot. "Look, they're starting to show up. I'll give you a rundown of the big groups, yeah?"
You nod, looking around.
"See them, over there? The four girls? That's Blackpink. Their racers are Lisa and Jisoo - some of the best girls in the league." She points off at a group of four girls, standing beside two cars - one black and one pink.
"Them? Ateez. Hongjoong is in charge of them, I think, but he doesn't race." She continues rattling off names that don't mean anything to you - Itzy, Seventeen, Le Sserafim, P1Harmony, and a few others. Finally, she pauses. "Look, there's Jisung. He's with Stray Kids."
"Stray Kids?"
"Mhm. They're at the top right now. Four racers, four mechanics, but they practically all do everything. Look, those four are the racers. They have names, I'm sure, but everyone calls them by their racer names. J.One - that's Jisung - and Spear.B and I.N. And that's CB97. Jisung, Changbin, Jeongin, and Chan."
"Chan is cute."
She looks over. "You think so?"
You nod, watching him. His hair was short-ish and hung in dark curls that framed his face nicely. He had a piercing on his nose, and wore a fitted black shirt and jeans that looked way too big for him. Even so, it was clear he was ripped, and held himself with confidence, even amongst the rest of his team.
"You and every other girl here," Soyeon says. "He graduated from the school we're going to last year."
You nod again, hardly able to form words as you watch his graceful movements. You barely pay attention as Soyeon spouts off the rest of the members, then drags you over to say hi to Jisung, who grins and kisses her on the cheek as the two of you come up to them.
"Who's this?" he asks, turning to you.
"Y/N," you say, bowing slightly.
He laughs. "None of that, let's be informal. No one here gives a fuck. Soyeon, can you come help me with something?"
Soyeon nods, giggling and blowing you a kiss as Jisung whisks her away.
"Great," you say quietly to yourself. "Alone."
"Not alone," says a deep voice behind you. You turn, finding yourself face to face with none other than CB97 - Chan.
"Oh, no?" you ask. "I look pretty alone to me."
He shakes his head, leaning against the car. "I'm here, aren't I?"
You nod, trying to hold back your urge to scream and kick your feet like a little kid. "I suppose so."
"American?"
You sigh. "Mhm."
"We can speak English then, love." You look up quickly as the boy switches from Korean to English, what sounds like an Australian accent layered thick over his pretty voice.
"Oh, okay."
"Ever been to one of these before? Races, I mean."
You shake your head. "First time. My, uh, my friend dragged me out here actually. She's with Jisung, I guess? They went to go work on something together."
Chan shakes his head. "Of course they are. Soyeon is your friend? She's trouble."
You nod. "Tell me about it."
"I'm Chan, by the way. Bang Chan. Everybody around here calls me CB97 though."
"Do you want me to call you that?" you ask, looking up at him.
"You can call me Chan, pretty girl. Now, do you have a name? Or should I just keep calling you pretty girl?"
"Pretty girl works for me." You smile. "My name's Y/N though."
"Y/N." He mutters the name over and over, as if turning it over like a coin in his mind. "Cute."
"Thanks."
"Chan!" You both look up at a redheaded boy who called his name, waving him over to a deep purple car.
"That's my queue." Chan winks at you. "Here, um, can I have your number?"
"I, yeah, do you have any paper or something to write it on?"
"CHAN."
"I'm fucking coming, Minho." Chan presses his hand to his temple, eyes closed. He turns back to you. "Let me grab my phone, it's just in my car-"
"Ten, nine, eight . . ."
"You know what? Fuck." Chan practically manhandles you over to his car, opening the backseat and basically tossing you in before getting in the driver's seat.
"What the fuck?" you snap, sitting up as the door is closed behind you.
"Hang on," Chan says softly, and you watch his eyes flit around the dash, searching for problems with his car. He drives slowly up to a white line in the road, lining up with three other cars. You don't recognize either of the drivers on the other sides of Chan. "Come up front," Chan says quickly, patting the passenger seat. "Quick."
You do as he says, climbing up to the passenger seat of the car and buckling your seatbelt quick.
"I hope you don't get motion sickness." He tries to joke, glancing over at you. You glare at him. "Look, I'm sorry. I really didn't want to lose you in the crowd or anything and I couldn't find my phone and I didn't have enough time, so I just- I don't know. I just brought you in here with me. I'm sorry."
You sigh. "I can't even pretend like I'm upset. You're really fucking hot. You know what they always say: n'ouble pas de vivre."
"What is that, French?"
"'Don't forget to live.' Yeah, it is."
"I've never heard that before."
"It's basically like saying 'fuck it' to the world."
"Maybe I like that saying. Look, if you wanna get out-"
You look over at him. "Hell no. I have too much social anxiety to walk off the track like that."
Chan cracks a smile. "Then buckle up, sweetheart."
"I'm buckled."
He reaches over, and you find your heart pounding in your chest as he tugs on your seatbelt, making sure it's tight. "I'm not stopping once we start," he says. "This race is important."
"I wouldn't expect you to." You flash him a smile. "Relax. It's cool."
"You say that now," he says, cracking his neck in a jerky movement.
You roll your eyes, slumping back in your chair. In front of you, a tanned woman wearing hardly a bikini steps out in front of the cars, holding a red flag in each hand. She raises the flags, and Chan tightens his grip on the steering wheel.
The woman raises both flags. You hardly see her drop them before Chan's foot is all the way down on the gas, propelling the car forward. You let out an involuntary yell, and you catch Chan grinning out of the corner of your eye.
The race is over as soon as it had begun. Chan won - not surprising, considering the reckless way he drove - and looked over to smile at you as you pulled back into the lot. "Enjoy it?"
"I'm never ever getting in a car with you again."
He snorts a laugh. "I liked the part when you were screaming."
"What, the entire time?"
"Something like that."
"Don't you have to go greet your adoring fans?" you ask, only half joking.
"I'd much rather sit in here and talk to you."
You pretend to run your fingers through your hair to hide the smile that flits across your face.
"Do you live anywhere around here?" he asks.
You shake your head. "Other side of the city."
Chan presses his lips together. "It's getting pretty late . . . my apartment is close by. If you wanted to, you could stay there for the night. I have a feeling your friend will end up there too."
"You share an apartment with Jisung?"
He nods. "Jisung, Hyunjin, and Changbin. Loud fucking group."
You smile. "That sounds nice. You're not gonna like, kidnap me and eat my kidneys are you?"
"If I wanted to kidnap you, I'd have already had plenty of opportunities for it. As for eating your kidneys, I can't promise anything." Chan looks over at you with an expression that sets your heart pounding in your chest.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like that, you freak."
The name calling is playful, but Chan pretends to be offended, opening his mouth in feign shock. He moves to say something, but he's interrupted as a pretty boy with longer hair knocks hard on his window, making a disgruntled face and pointing for Chan to unlock the door.
"Hey, Jinnie. This is Y/N, have you met her yet?"
The man shakes his head, then bows a little at me. "I'm Hyunjin."
"Nice to meet you." You smile at Chan's roommate.
"She's coming back with us tonight," Chan tells Hyunjin. "Her apartment is across town, so I figured that would be fine."
"Sure, like Jisung and Soyeon won't be loud enough as it is."
"We're not going to fuck, asshat." Chan pulls Hyunjin's beanie off his head, getting out of the car to dance around him playfully. You get out too, laughing at their antics.
"You have any more races?" Hyunjin asks as he snatches his beanie back.
"Not tonight. Do the others?"
Hyunjin shakes his head. "I'm gonna head back now. Let the others know."
Chan nods. "We'll be there soon."
For the remainder of the evening, Chan's arm is locked around your waist, keeping you close to him, as though you getting in the car with him was some sort of unspoken oath that you would be by his side the rest of the night. He takes you around to meet the other members of his crew, then a few others. You recognize a few from Ateez, who Stray Kids seem to be particularly close with. Finally, Chan announces that the two of you are leaving. Minho and Felix are quick to catch up to Chan and you, asking if they could catch rides with Chan.
As you approach his car, you move to get in the backseat, expecting one of the other boys to take their position next to Chan. You jump a little as Chan grabs your wrist, opening the passenger door for you.
"Well I'll be damned," Felix says, grinning at the display, "Channie's whipped for you, Y/N, you should be proud."
Minho grunts in agreement from the other side of the car. Chan rolls his eyes at both of them, helping you in the car then going over to his side and getting in.
The ride back to their apartment is talkative, with Minho and Felix telling you embarrassing stories about Chan and cracking jokes from the backseat, with Chan occasionally chiming in to make fun of them too. He keeps looking over at you, like he's checking if you're safe, even though you're no longer doing eighty on a city road.
You finally pull up to a nice-looking apartment building, and everyone gets out. You follow the three boys to the seventeenth floor, to apartments 17A and 17E, which are each across the hall from each other. Chan bids goodnight to Minho and Felix, who enter 17E, and unlocks the door to 17A, smiling at you. "Tired?"
"Not particularly, why?"
"'Cause I can smell the weed that Hyunjin got out."
The rest of the night is a blur, filled with smoking and weird pastries that Changbin practically pulled out of his ass and really good music that, apparently, Chan likes to make.
The next morning, you wake up in Chan's bed with a raging headache and only half dressed. Chan is sitting on the floor, reading a book. You mumble something inaudible, and he turns to look up at you.
"Morning," he says, smiling as he shuts the book and moves to sit next to you on the bed. "How do you feel?"
You groan, mashing your head into the pillow.
"Yeah, I figured as much. Here, take some Tylenol." You don't even look at the pill and cup of water Chan hands you as you down it.
He runs a hand through your hair, looking down at you. "Take your time, pretty girl. I'm in no rush, and I have a feeling you aren't either."
"Thank you," you say, reaching up to gently trace patterns on his wrist.
"You know, it's funny."
"What is?"
"We met each other last night."
You open your eyes. "What?"
"It seems like we've known each other forever, don't you think?"
You blink, sitting up a little. "Yeah, it does, honestly."
He smiles. "I guess that's good, right?"
You nod, looking around. "Is this your room?" There's posters of bands and cars on the wall, a collection of CDs and vinyls littering his half-open closet, and a rack of clothes waiting to be folded.
He nods. "Sorry, it's kind of messy."
You shake your head. "It's homey. I love it."
"You do?"
"Mhm."
"You could come over a lot more, you know. I like having you here. It was nice sleeping next to someone for a change."
You look up at him, eyes widening.
"What, you didn't expect me to sleep on the floor, did you? Not even for you, pretty girl."
"Stop calling me that, it doesn't apply in this situation."
"Yes it does." Chan rolls his eyes, touching your face tentatively. "You're absolutely gorgeous. Even with your makeup everywhere." He laughs softly, running a thumb under your eye to collect the bits of mascara that came off while you were sleeping.
"Thanks," you mumble.
"Come on, I'll help you up. Hyunjin made waffles for everyone."
You let Chan lead you into the main section of the apartment, where Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Soyeon are all sitting around a table, looking out the window over Seoul.
"Morning," Chan says, making his way to the kitchen part of the room.
A round of "morning"s chorus from the other side of the room.
"I'll get you some, go sit," Chan tells you as you join him in the kitchen. You do as he says, moving over to the couch to sit next to Soyeon, who's wearing a sweatshirt you've never seen before.
"Where's that from?" you ask. "It's cute."
"It's mine," Jisung says, smiling. "I'm glad you like it."
Soyeon nods. "How was it with Chan last night?"
"I have no idea," you tell her. "I have no memory of last night past taking the blunt from you."
She grins. "He was pretty adamant about you guys not having sex."
"I don't think we did, actually. I was fully clothed when I woke up."
"That's a good sign," she says, nodding solemnly. "I wasn't, so . . ."
You push her playfully, laughing.
Chan finally joins you all on the couch, grinning as he hands you a plate of waffles. As you move to take a bite, you're surprised by the sound of the doorbell. Hyunjin jumps up to get it.
"Chan!" he calls from the front of the apartment. He darts back into the living room. "It's your mom!"
Chan blinked once, then twice. "My mom?"
"Dude, she's right outside!"
"Fuck!" Chan says. "Y/N, I'm about to ask you something that you might not want to do, and you totally don't have to. My mom texted me last night to ask where I was and I told her I was out with my girlfriend. Is there any way you could, maybe, like, pretend to be dating me?"
You stare at him. Is this not something out of those romance books you read when you were younger? And Chan, the super mega hot street racer wanted this?
"Yeah, of course," you say.
"Okay." Chan breaks into a smile, and you hear Hyunjin let his mom in.
Everyone stands up, moving towards the door as a short, pretty woman enters. Chan steps forward, pulling her into a tight hug. "Mom! Why'd you come up, I thought you were gone visiting Hannah?"
"His sister," Changbin mouths to you, and you nod.
"I thought I'd take a layover in Seoul on my way to LA," the woman says, smiling.
"How long are you here for?"
"Two days. Now! Enough about me! Where's that pretty girlfriend you were telling me about?"
Chan laughs, nodding. He turns and takes your hand, pulling you forward next to him. He wraps his arm around your waist, kissing your forehead. "This is Y/N, Mom."
Chan's mom takes your hands in hers and smiles at you. "You're gorgeous, darling, I can see what Chan has been saying about you."
You look over at him for a split-second, then back at his mother. "Thank you so much." You smile.
She pats your face, then looks up at Chan. "And you dilly-dallied with that Libby for so long. I can't believe this beautiful woman wants to be with you."
"Mommmm," Chan says, groaning.
"Alright, alright. I just wanted to drop by. Would you all like to come out with me for dinner tonight?" his mom asks. "You can ask the other boys too, I know you eight don't like to go places without each other. And Y/N, you're welcome to come as well. And um, you dear." She smiled and bowed a little at Soyeon, who blushed and bowed back.
"We'd love to, Mrs. Bahng," Jisung says.
Everyone shares a few more goodbyes before Mrs. Bahng exits, leaving the six of you.
Chan turns to you immediately. "You're my literal savior, thank you so much. I mean, seriously."
"You should give her some better thanks than that," Jisung says. "Y/N just saved your ass."
Chan looks down at you. "I'm sure we'll work something out."
You can't help but feel an explosion of butterflies in your abdomen. Chan's gaze is fairly seductive as he watches you, eyelashes fluttering. You look back up at him, lips curling into a smile.
Barely an hour later, Chan and you are sitting on the porch of the apartment together, smoking a blunt that Jisung pulled out of his sock drawer.
"You know," Chan says. "I could give you a better thanks." He looks over at you.
You're not sure if it's the marijuana filtering through your body, or if he actually is, but you swear you've never seen a hotter man in your life.
"Oh yeah?" you ask. "What did you have in mind?"
He looks over at you pointedly, as if letting you know with his eyes.
"What?" you ask.
"I could eat you out," he tells you.
You cough, a puff of smoke leaving your lips. "You could what?"
"That's what Jisung told me to do. I'm just following what he said. But I like you. You're pretty. Actually, you're super gorgeous. You might actually be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I definitely wouldn't mind eating you out. Or just kissing you. Or just touching your lips wouldn't be that bad either . . ."
You tilt your head, smiling as he rambles on.
Finally he pauses. "You're really pretty."
"You're pretty fucking hot yourself," you tell him, passing the blunt.
"You think so?"
"Have you seen yourself?"
He laughs. "I'm glad you think so, Y/N. You don't have to make up your mind about it anytime soon, just, like, let me know, you know? It's the least I can do."
"Actually, I have an idea," you say.
Chan looks up. "Yeah?"
"I've never had sex," you say bluntly. Then you pause. "With a guy, at least. And I'm not good at kissing anyways. Here's my proposal. I'll keep pretending to be your girlfriend for as long as it takes, but you have to teach me all this stuff. How to like, give blowjobs and such."
"You've never given a blowie before?" He looks up in surprise. "With your pretty lips?"
If this were any other man, you would've found that comment horrendous. But this was Christopher Bahng, so you were perfectly okay with it.
"Sure," he says at last. "That sounds like a fair deal. N'ouble pas de vivre. When should we begin?"
You shrug. "Whenever, I guess."
"Well, it's only fair you get something today, cause you directly helped me today," Chan says.
You giggle, starting to stand. "You want me to suck you off, Channie?"
He shakes his head, standing from his chair and pushing you back into yours. One hand presses your lower abdomen, pinning you in place while the other pushes your legs apart, spreading them as he gets on his knees in front of you. "I don't want that to be how we start. I wanna taste your pretty pussy."
You blush, not used to the foul language he's speaking, but writhe anyways as he rakes one hand up your thigh, gently tugging on the hem of your shorts. "Hips up."
You do as he says, lifting your hips for him to let him slide both your panties and shorts off. "The others-" you start to say, but Chan stops you.
"I've caught them in much more compromising positions," he says. "This is nothing, babygirl."
Babygirl. You're once again reminded of your new life motto: if this was anyone other than this man saying these things, you would absolutely die. But, because it's Christopher Bahng, you'll let it slide.
"It's not?"
He shakes his head. "Just relax, okay? Let me do it all, yeah?"
You nod slowly, letting him push your legs apart, leaving you bare to him - and anyone unfortunate enough to be on the roof of the building over. You hardly cared, however, because he looked up at you with a smug grin on his face, face slowly moving toward your cunt.
"Chan," you say softly. You're not sure what you're trying to say to him by saying his name, but he just shakes his head and delves between your legs.
You moan softly as his tongue flicks against your clit, and you feel one of his fingers running up your thigh, all the way to tease your clenching hole.
You moan a little louder as he kisses your pussy, running his tongue between your folds and all around, slowly letting a finger slip inside you. Before you know it, there are two inside you, gently massaging your g-spot, which he seemed to have no trouble finding.
There's a new sort of tension in your stomach, building up as he continues his ministrations. You feel his nose brush against your clit, pressing harder against it as he licks around your hole, working around his fingers. Without warning, you're cumming hard, shaking and moving to close your legs around his head. "Oh, baby," you hear him say, his voice teasing. "That felt good?"
Chan pries your thighs back open, fingering you through your orgasm as he watches your face in awe.
You slump in your chair as you come down from your high, and Chan smiles, standing. He helps you back into your panties and shorts, then sits you back down, smiling. "You look beautiful when you cum. I mean you look beautiful always, but like, particularly when you cum."
You blush, not expecting such a blunt compliment.
He continues on, much to your dismay. "You just looked so . . . fucked out, I guess. Like you were fucking ascending or something. You looked gorgeous."
"I'm glad you think so," you giggle a little. "Um, thank you for that."
"Anytime." Chan grins. "Literally, anytime."
You smile. "I'll let you know next time."
Chan nods. "So, um, I have a race tonight. Do you wanna come with me? I think the boys might stay back, and it's nice when someone rides shotgun."
"Sure," you say. "It was fun last time."
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That night, you find yourself standing in front of the mirror in Chan's room, with Soyeon sitting on the bed behind you. Chan is in the shower, playing some odd assortment of music, and you're trying to figure out what to wear to his race.
"When it comes to these things," Soyeon is explaining to you, "the sluttier, the better."
"Do I really wanna dress like a slut though?"
"Yes. Always."
You turn and look at what she's holding out to you. You unfold the first item - a low-rise jean skirt. "My whole ass is gonna be hanging out, Soyeon."
She shrugs. "I like your ass. Chan obviously likes your ass. You have a great ass. Let it free, mama."
"For the top?" you ask, rolling your eyes.
Soyeon chucks something at you.
"This is barely a top."
"Let your titties free!" Soyeon crows.
You giggle. "How much have you smoked so far tonight?"
She shrugs. "I lost count at six hits. Wanna make out?"
Chan walks out of the bathroom just as she says this. He pauses, looking at you, then at Soyeon. "Don't let me stop you, ladies." You hardly pay attention to what he says though, because Chan is shirtless. He has a towel draped around his waist, his dark hair is wet and curly and shaggy on his head, and his torso, good god. His torso is muscular and defined, with a full six pack, monstrous pecs, and muscular arms.
Soyeon stands, holding out the skirt and top to Chan. "Don't you think Y/N should wear something like this tonight?"
Chan tongues his cheek, examining the clothes. "I think Y/N should wear whatever she wants to wear. But, I think you'd look fucking hot in these."
"Seeeeeee, sweetie? I've got your back. Go put these on."
When you emerge from the bathroom after your changing, you feel like a different woman. Soyeon was definitely right about her outfit choice for you. A nice pair of heels, a low-rise jean skirt, a black halter top that hardly covers your tits. She ended up throwing a thong into the bathroom too at some point, which you now have pulled up past your skirt, hooking over your hips to show it off a little.
"You look hot," Soyeon says, a puff of smoke curling from her mouth as she speaks. Chan is waiting at the mirror, staring at you.
"You look pretty." He clears his throat. "Not pretty. Like, drop dead mega hot."
"Slutty, cunty, I love it!" Soyeon squeals and jumps up, grabbing your hands and pulling you in a circle.
"It's okay?" you ask.
They both nod aggressively.
"Come on, let's go ask the other boys how they like it."
You're surprised at how comfortable you are already in the apartment with the boys. Jisung and Hyunjin are watching TV on the couch, and you gladly give them a little spin to show off your outfit. Changbin is in his room, lifting weights, and he whistles at you, telling you how much cunt you're serving.
As you and Soyeon exit Changbin's room, Chan catches you in the hallway, arm looping around your bare waist. "I have something for you, if you want it."
You tilt your head, looking up at him as Soyeon continues back into the living room, leaving the two of you alone in the darkened hallway. "Oh?"
He presents a long golden chain from his pocket. "It's a belly chain. I thought it might suit the outfit tonight. And also, Soyeon told me you wouldn't wear it unless I gave it to you. So . . ."
You roll your eyes. "I would have worn it. It's pretty though. How . . . how do you put it on?"
"Turn around," he says. You do as he says, and you feel him loop the chain around your waist, clasping it at the back. "I like it," he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "You really didn't have to dress up or whatever for tonight, but you look beautiful."
"Thank you," you say. "I figured Soyeon was right. I should try and fit in with the crowd there."
"Are you ready to go?"
You nod. "Ready when you are, racer boy."
PART TWO COMING SOON!!
this might end up becoming a series so lmk how you guys like it!!
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I love the thought of the MC telling the RO's that they kissed Guard kun and offered to meet them later to gain entry into the city and Chase just going "Nice" while Blade on the other side of the spectrum just being absolutely appalled that the MC had to go through such lengths lol.
Blade: *immediately stewing on how he can use his power to get Guard-kun fired for corruption and abuse of power... ironically as he kind of abuses his power to do so LOL* *in other words seething with hate and jealousy and annoyance but channeling that into professional career-based murder*
Trouble: I don't think he would register right away that "MC offered to fuck a guy to get something out of it," his brain would just get stuck on "that guy was not nice to MC/put them in a position they shouldn't have to be in" and he'd just blankly looking over his shoulder while his brain went must put the beat down on that man now... Like his feet would automatically already be redirecting him back towards Guard-kun! MC: "waIT--"
Tallys: she's silent on the surface but inside she wants to tear Guard-kun to pieces with her teeth
Shery: I think she'd be quite shocked by this revelation, especially by MC's hypothetically-casual delivery of it! It'd make her wonder how often this sort of thing happens and it would make her feel very naive and sheltered about the way the world works... Overall she'd feel bad that MC was put in the position where they felt like they had to offer sex just to get into the city, but because they said it so lightly, she wouldn't be sure if she should remark on it or offer any sympathy or indignation and would just awkwardly let the moment pass without comment!
Riel: he wouldn't really give any outward reaction, like he'd just be like "oh. interesting." but he's probably getting that guy fired IMMEDIATELY lol what if he's doing the same thing to other people!! this cannot stand!! Also he'd be giving MC just a little bit of a side eye for so casually offering sex to a stranger, but also that'd be commingled with a little bit of respect for their resourcefulness and cunning!
Chase: "oh yeah the old 'I'll have sex with you if you give me what I want' trick. I am familiar"
Red: I think he wouldn't really know what to make of that information at first... I think he'd be mostly appalled that Guard-kun did that and would judge him for being an overall gross scumbag, but also he'd be like, yeah it's MC, realistically who wouldn't fall for that
Ayla: unfazed. "oh dang. so did you do it or... no? yeah, I don't blame you, you could do better. that mustache is fucked up"
Briony: she'd be righteously indignant on MC's behalf and would loudly be asking if she should go fight the guy. she'd also be a bit jealous, so her desire to fight him would partially be moral outrage because he tried to take advantage of MC and also "you bastard, why did MC offer to sleep with you and not with meee 😭 I'll kill you!!! 😭" (In a crushing stage!)
Lavinet: if they're just friends, Lavinet actually respects this as a baller move LOL but if they're on a romance route, Lavinet is simultaneously SHOOK that this happened, jealous, huffy, annoyed by her own jealousy and huffiness, and just generally would not take this very well! She'd be stewing but she'd try to let it pass, mostly just out of pride and desire to show that it didn't affect her!
#Shepherds of Haven#romance options#hypothetical scenario#guard-kun#chapter 8.5#spoilers#mild#alpha build#alpha preview
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hey bestie do u wanna write abt dealing w one of harry’s stroppy moods after he’s had to film a gta vid 🥹 i feel like he would be so burnt out and just need some cuddles n stuff <3
stroppy - wroetoshaw imagine
request: hey bestie do u wanna write abt dealing w one of harry’s stroppy moods after he’s had to film a gta vid 🥹 i feel like he would be so burnt out and just need some cuddles n stuff <3
words: 780
warnings: none!
a/n: i literally love this man so much, this is short but very fluffy so <3 enjoy (p.s. currently working through requests and they'll be out this week at some point <3 ty for being patient!!
TLDR: harry is bad at gta and just wants a hug.
It was one of those nights. The kind of night where you were cuddled up in bed, the warmth of the comforter hugging your body as you clung onto any grasp of sleep that swum around your mind. Unfortunately, even the volume of the TV feet from your bed couldn’t drown out the exhausted yelling of your boyfriend from the next room. Although muffled, you could still make out the outrageous comments he made to his friends.
It was around 1am when he got a text from his friends asking him to play GTA for a video that had to be up that afternoon. He sighed, groaning into your neck as he peeled himself from the comfortable position you both had on his bed, sulking off to his desk. As much as he loved his friends, he hated GTA videos.
“Boys, I literally can’t,” Harry groaned loudly, the sound of his controller slamming into his desk making you smile, “JJ keeps just ramming into me, I might actually kill him.”
Chuckling to yourself, you pushed the covers off your body, wincing slightly at the cold air that hit you immediately, heading towards the door that connected to his office. Making sure you weren’t immediately in view of his camera, you quietly shut the door behind you and took a seat next to his desk.
Jumping slightly when he saw you, you could see his demeanour soften and he gave you a grateful smile.
“Okay, I can do one more map before I actually kill myself,” He spoke into his mic, the laughter of his friends bouncing back, though muffled through his headphones.
Getting comfortable, you sat cuddled up on the chair next to him, hand on his thigh to keep him comforted. It was a position you usually took when he was getting annoyed at games, and he was always thankful. Your touch itself was enough to keep his head from spinning.
Another 15 minutes passed of the same thing, Harry almost breaking his monitor and you squeezing him to ground him slightly, and finally the game was over. Uttering a quick outro, saying goodbye to his friends, he threw his headphones onto his desk and held his head in his hands.
“Are you okay, Harry?” You spoke softly, putting your phone away and leaning over to put your arms around his shoulders, his body softening at your touch.
“My head hurts so much,” He managed to crack out, his voice hoarse and exhausted from yelling for almost 2 hours.
“Come to bed,” You replied, nudging his shoulders and heading towards his bedroom, him reluctantly following in tail.
“I love them so much, but I fucking hate that game,” Harry moaned as he fell into bed, rubbing his hands through his hair as you handed him a glass of water.
“At least it’s over and done with now, you get to film some football tomorrow with Chris, right? You love those videos!” Climbing into bed beside him, you rubbed his back as he sat up and sipped the drink.
He huffed, knowing you were right but not in the mood to admit it – you understood, you were the same.
“Just want a hug,” He mumbled, and you didn’t even get a say in the matter before his arms were around you, dragging you into the mattress, not that you would’ve protested.
Head on your chest, your hands wrapped in his hair, you could physically feel the stress leaving his body. No words were spoken for a while, Harry just revelling in your warmth as he calmed himself down.
“I’m sorry,” A mutter left his lips.
“What are you sorry for?” You whispered into his hair, placing a kiss there.
“I just get so annoyed, I don’t mean to be all grumpy.”
“You know I love you, no matter how stroppy you get,” You chuckled softly, earning a smile against your chest.
The warmth of the covers pulled around the both of you, and the comfort of your person cling to your body, you felt the arms of sleep pulling you back in. Kissing Harry’s hair gently, you begin to drift off.
“You’re perfect for me, Y/N,” Harry uttered the words like they were made for him to say, his voice slurred as sleep approached him, too.
“I love you.”
No other words were uttered until the next morning, when you woke up with Harry still in your arms, his mouth open slightly against your skin as he breathed his slumber away.
Kissing him gently, smiling when he stirred in his sleep, you fell back happily. The pair of you sleeping knowing you’d never have to be without each other.
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beaming mornings
phillip graves x reader
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The emptyness fills your soul as you wait, the nothingness gets extremly unbareable the longer it lasts. The days head past you each millisecond and the painful feeling still lingers. Even after you had gotten with the man you love most in your life - Phillip Graves. You love him and he, you. But the feeling of your unfilled heart takes over your thoughts. You knew deep down he loved you. Hell, everyone knew he loved you - but with the trauma of your past you could never believe it. Phillip Graves was one of the most sweetest men you had ever met, despite his past with the 141 and all the crimes and shit, but you still loved him through all of it. He just needed you - he just wanted you. And here you are. He is a gentle lover, always soft with his touches and his speech was careful as ever when it came to you. Even though it was hard with his commanding voice and his demanding personality formed from war and outrage, he still was always so kind to you. Loving him wasn't that hard - others had thought it would have been but it was a thrill.
Waking up with a heavy build plastered on top of your person, you instantly knew it was him. "Fuck man,” you groan softly - almost sounding as if it was a moan. "Get off Phil" you half chuckle while trying to lift the beast of the man off of you. A rough groan sounds from the building on top of you as you try your very hardest to push him off but as always it doesn't work.
"Doll one second.” He finally speaks while you sigh and lean your head back onto the pillow accepting your fate. As you sit in silence while Phil goes back to sleep the thoughts set in again - maybe it was you self sabotaging the relationship or maybe you really had a gut feeling but the endless supply of loose thoughts ran hysterically through your head for a while until you put a stop to them. "We uhm.. I need to get ready Phil." quietly murmuring your excuses as you manage to push him off and scoot yourself away from him. He groans loudly as if he were a kid and his iPad got taken off him. “where you goin doll?” he questions your random lie as you pop out of bed and undress.
Taking off your ,well his, shirt as you can see Phil in the corner of your eye jolt up in the bed and gloom his eyes at you.
"Fuck, you're so pretty.” He compliments you as he admires you in full awe. You are so gorgeous to him all the time. Your body is so pretty to him, God. He could look at it for years.
Taking off your underwear as he awes you - his eyes full of lust and love while you sigh dismisivly at him. “shut it” a hard stone cold answer and then he could tell something was wrong.
"baby doll." he says in his commanding voice and you jolt instantly to look over at him. He rotates his eyes down your body to take a peak as you look over at him with those lucious doe eyes. "C'mere darlin” God you love how much he showers you with compliments. You had tried to bend over to pick up your shirt that Phil had thrown the previous night but as soon as you move a centermeter, Phil grasps your body and man-handles you to the bed.
“philllllll” you whine as he rubs your thighs and hips getting nearer to your sex as you can even blink. "Oi!" you tell him as he touches your slit and you smack him jokenly.
“im sorry baby.. cant help it” he mumbles against your skin as he kisses the piece of skin at your neck softly. “ whats bothering you doll?" whispering as if drunk off you while holding his lips gently at our neck - peppering the skin with kisses and nipping you to leave his marks. It's not like you were gunna tell him even if he was being like this with you but I guess it was worth a try. You weren't a very open person - never been and never will be. It takes a bit to open up and Phil respects and knows that. So that's why Phil was never angry at your emotions raging out or your sobs or outbursts because he knows it takes a lot for you to even let out one spike of tear.
The sigh you created lets out around the air and you look down at him as he had monuvered himself on top of you. Lifting himself up a bit so you don't get squashed underneath him. "Just didn't get a good sleep.” Another excuse to get out of this situation you had created and only you were in. He breathes softly next to your skin, heating up the space with his warm breath as you squirm underneath him. "need you off Phillip." still groaning from under him.
"I'll go make us breakfast and let's see how you feel after you've eaten, hm?” he suggests and as soon as you can even respond he's up and out. You had just slumped into the bed, letting it take you as a prisoner.
After a bit a strong scent forms from the room behind the bedroom door. Breakfast. Yum. God you loved him - cooking you a good nice breakfast just because you were in a shitty mood. Finally lifting yourself up and instantly receiving a headache you just groan. Fuck today was going to sting. Walking into the kitchen to see him. Wearing just his gray joggers, you knew he wasn't wearing anything underneath them. Your eyes flirted with staring at his arse or his hips - a hard choice. His hips were so slutty, slim but thick and just so fucking hot but on the other side his arse was nice and cute. Hurling your arms around his waist as he flips a pancake as he exhales.
"baby!" he exclaims, "I got pancakes, hashbrowns annnddd some fruit and bacon.” You look over to the counter with all the stuff on it - you felt loved for once. It was so silly as well. "I love you Phil." blurting out as he chuckles all gently. The softness is as squishy as a plushie as he beams from ear to ear. "I love you too doll."
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Note: requested by anon :)
Warnings: 18+! fluff/suggestive/angst. mention of alcohol, cheating, heartbreak.
pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)
summary: After a false accusation, you changed your life around. But it came back to haunt you after you met Sihtric.
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'You're still ruining lives!'
Brida: you're a such a fucking bitch!
You: ?? wow okay
Brida: I can't believe you fucked Ragnar!
You: wait
You: WHAT?!
You stared at the incoming texts from Brida, your best friend, who was accusing you of sleeping with her boyfriend, Ragnar. Which you really hadn't. Yes, you were a bit of a bitch and you enjoyed playing the players, so to say, but Ragnar wasn't a player. Or so you thought.
You: I would never do that!
You: first of all, you're my best friend!
You: you know I don't mess with my friends' boyfriends!! I can believe you're accusing me of this!
You: I have no idea where you are getting this story from…
Brida: Aethelwold told me!
You: are you fucking serious?!
You: you're believing that piece of weasel shit over me?!
Brida: fuck you! You fucking whore!!!
And just like that, your best friend had blocked you. And you'd soon find out she deleted you from all her social media, as had Ragnar. You weren't one to easily get upset, or to cry, but this had seriously left you with a horrible feeling. So you were upset, and you did cry.
And in the following days you abruptly changed your mindset as well as your lifestyle. You had enough of messing around with douchebags, even if they deserved it. For years you enjoyed giving fuckboys a taste of their own shitty medicine, but look where it has gotten you. You suddenly realised your days of fucking in a public toilet or, worse, somewhere in a dark corner on the street with some jerk were over.
No more messing around. No more boys in general for a while. It was time to grow up.
When you finally downloaded a dating app again, you hadn't dated or messed with any guys for almost a year and half. On the app you quickly matched with a guy named Uhtred, who was quite handsome. You went out on a date but, as nice as he was, you didn't feel that romantic spark. However, there was an instant friendship. You kept in touch and became good friends. You soon found out Uhtred knew Brida too. He told you he had a falling out with her about a year ago, and you told him you hadn't heard from her in a while either. You weren't proud of your past and you were still hurting from the false accusation, so you figured there was no reason to tell Uhtred why you and Brida stopped talking.
In the following months you also became friends with Uhtred's friends, and he even tried to set you up with Osferth, which you thankfully declined. He was sweet, but not your type. And his other friend, Finan, who was a handsome Irish man, was smitten by a girl named Eadith. But everyone knew that relationship would never work out, except for Finan himself, so he kept chasing her.
And then you met Sihtric.
Sihtric was a gorgeous and stunning Dane, who was also a sweetheart and a jokester. He was tall and very well built. He had a tattoo on his neck and some on his fingers, and his beautiful face had a few scars, as did the rest of his body. He had a short goatee, a sweet smile, and his eyes were two different colours, which he seemed to easily enchant you with once you noticed it. Overall, Sihtric had a rugged look, which made him smoking hot and sexy as hell. He had the most outrageous haircut you had ever seen when you first met; one side completely shaved off while on the other side he had kept his dark curls. And when Uhtred introduced him to you, on a random night out clubbing, you were instantly head over heels. And to your luck, so was Sihtric.
Your relationship started off hot and heavy. That same night you first met, you already went home with him. You had been sexless for nearly two years when you met him, and no man had ever aroused you as much as Sihtric had that first night. The way he danced with you in the club, grinding his crotch against your buttocks as you felt his big hands on your hips. And the way his muscular chest was pressed against your back, so he could lean the side of his face against yours, staying close. And the sound of his sexy laugh in your ear, when you brought your hands up behind you, feeling his curls and the slight stubble underneath your fingertips while resting the back of your head onto his broad shoulder, dancing to the smooth beat of the music together. And his accent when he spoke to you, made your knees weak and your core heat up. You were desperate for a good fuck that night, with a good guy. Not the regular douchebags from your past, you never slept with them out of love. And you could immediately tell Sihtric was a good guy, which made you want to make love with him even more. And to your surprise, he made the first move that night.
'You want to come home with me, beautiful?' Sihtric asked after a few hours, his lips grazed your ear as he spoke, his arms circled around you from behind, 'but… I want to be clear that I'm not a one night stand guy though. So if that's what you're looking for, I'm not your guy.'
You smiled and turned around, placed your hands on his chest while his moved down your back, respectfully resting on your ass, never making it inappropriate. You pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to lean in.
'I don't do one night stands anymore either,' you said in his ear, not quite yelling, but loud enough to be heard over the music.
You leaned slightly back and stared up in his eyes, then you both smiled.
'But, yeah, I'd love to go home with you!' you said after you had pushed yourself up your toes again.
And so Sihtric was quick to call a cab while you grabbed your bag, and you went home with him. At the time, Sihtric had only just moved out of his shared place with Finan, to a new and trendy apartment building, where he lived on the seventh floor. And while the elevator took you up to his floor, you had already rid Sihtric of his leather belt, and he had accidentally pulled a few buttons off your blouse, in an eager attempt to kiss his way down from your neck, until his lips were in between your clavicles.
Sihtric fumbled with his keys, trying to open his front door while he held you in his arms. Your legs around his waist, arms around his neck and your back pressed up against the door, while his lips never left yours and his tongue remained in your mouth. Once inside, Sihtric kicked his off boots while he still held you in his strong arms.
He threw you on his bed with a grin, and he fucked you like no man had ever done before. The way he could switch so easily between gentle and passionate, to rough with an almost violent pace made you scream out his name all night. He pleased you with his mouth, tongue, fingers and his cock, and it was the best sex you ever had in your life; because it was honest and there was a real connection.
And by the time Sihtric had made you finish for a third time that night, you knew you had fallen in love.
You and Sihtric grew close real fast, and you were now dating for about six months. Sihtric was an absolute, hopeless romantic. Not a week went by where he wouldn't show up at your door with flowers, or him leading you towards his kitchen, because he had cooked yet another delicious meal for you without you even asking. And you made him the happiest man alive by leaving little notes around his house before you had to leave, or secretly shoved them inside his pockets so he'd find them later, on which you wrote things such as:
I love you, pretty boy x
Or…
You were so good to me last night, I promise I'll be good to you tonight.
And…
By the time you'll read this, I'll be missing you so badly already…
But Sihtric's favourite notes were the ones he'd find in his kitchen, when he came home after an evening shift, while you were half asleep in his bed already, which would say:
I left you dinner in the oven, and you can eat me for dessert x
You couldn't keep your eyes, hands or mouths away from each other, whether it was in private or in public. Apart from going to work during the day, you were basically inseparable. And while you didn't officially live together, you spent most weekends, evenings and nights together, and you both knew it would only be a matter of weeks before one of you would give up your own apartment and fully move in. And in truth, you both couldn't wait.
While you were completely occupied with each other most of the time, you still made sure to go out with your friends every weekend. And like every Saturday, you found yourself in the same club you first met Sihtric at, dancing with your hot boyfriend and having drinks with the rest of the guys. Uhtred had finally found himself a lady a few weeks ago, Gisela, who kept you company when both your boyfriends had to show off and do some silly armwrestling competition on a table, near the bar.
And as the night progressed, you naturally ended up in Sihtric's arms again, dancing and simply having a good time. You didn't know that while you were all over your boyfriend, one of the guys you messed with years ago had walked into the club; Aethelred. And he had been watching you for a good moment already, determined to ruin your night. And after you told Sihtric you had to use the restroom and gave him a kiss before you left his arms, Aethelred made his way over to your boyfriend.
'Is she your girlfriend?' he asked, 'the one that just walked off?'
'Yeah,' Sihtric furrowed his brow, 'why?'
'Nah,' Aethelred said, 'I used to know her. Real cunt of a woman,' he said and sipped his drink nonchalantly.
'Excuse me?' Sihtric felt his blood boil at the words of the stranger.
'Yeah,' Aethelred shrugged, 'she led me on, man. We fucked once and then she strung me along for weeks. Saying she was into me and that she loved me, but she didn't have time to meet up after that one night, then she suddenly blocked my number and ghosted me. I found out later that's what she does. She's a fucking black widow, mate. You better watch yourself. She'll lure you in, only to fuck you, then she'll devour you and after that she'll spit you out when she had enough, and leave. On to the next guy…'
Sihtric stared at the young man, confused, but also concerned. Why would someone make a story like this up, he thought, there had to be some truth in it. You had told him once that you had a wild period in your life, but you didn't go into full detail, as Sihtric said it didn't matter. You were his girl now, the past was in the past. He just had no idea what it actually was you had done, and he suddenly worried you were playing him.
You walked back into the crowded place but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Aethelred, the biggest douchebag of all, talking with Sihtric. When you had messed with Aethelred, years ago, he was married, and he was a real asshole towards women. He deserved to be played with, and he knew it too, but he would never forgive you for making him feel like a fool.
You took a deep breath and walked up to Sihtric, who looked a little conflicted.
'Hey, babe,' you smiled and threw your arms around him.
'H-hey,' he smiled weakly.
'Hi,' Aethelred grinned when you met his eyes, but you ignored him, to which he looked sour.
'Long time no see,' he said, 'I'm sure you remember me. I see you've got yourself a new victim.'
'What is your problem?' you hissed and gave him a shove with your shoulder.
'You are my problem!' Aethelred snarled as he stumbled a few steps back.
Uhtred, Osferth and Finan noticed the commotion and came over, just when Sihtric tried to diffuse the situation, his arms around your waist to pull you away from Aethelred when he brought his fist up, ready to punch you in the face.
'Watch it, you fucking prick!' Sihtric shouted, shoving you behind him as he got up in Aethelred's face.
'You're still ruining lives!' Aethelred yelled at you, cowardly taking a step back from Sihtric, 'didn't you even fuck your best friend's guy? What's his name… uh… oh! Ragnar!'
'I didn't!' you yelled.
'Ragnar?' Sihtric frowned and turned around to face you.
'Wait, wait, wait!' Uhtred threw his hands up and turned to you, while Osferth and Finan just stood there gaping.
'Are you the girl who fucked Ragnar and caused him and Brida to break up?' Uhtred asked.
'I never-'
Uhtred turned to Sihtric, ignoring your reply, 'Sihtric, did you know it was her?'
Sihtric, who looked absolutely devastated all of the sudden, shook his head and swallowed hard.
'N-no,' he said, barely audible over the club's noise.
Everyone stared at you and Sihtric, and you felt your eyes tear up when you saw Sihtric's face. Everyone knew of the story about Ragnar and Brida, but no one knew the truth, or who the girl was who supposedly caused their break up; you.
'I swear I didn't do that!' you yelled with a broken voice.
Sihtric nodded and grew timid, then took a step away from you. Finan and Osferth were quick to wrap their arms around him, knowing Sihtric felt betrayed and played, and he was heartbroken. And actually, they all felt played by you. Why did you never tell them about that rumour? If it wasn't true, then why had you hid your past from them all this time? Sihtric felt used and humiliated, and he needed to get away from you. He grabbed his bottle of alcohol, pushed his friends off him and stormed out of the club. And you followed.
'Sihtric!' you yelled, running to keep up with him as he paced through the nearly empty streets, 'Sihtric, wait!'
He didn't react, instead, he gulped down the bottle before he smashed it to pieces on the street.
'Babe, wait! Where are you going?!' you yelled and you jumped over the shattered glass.
'Home!' Sihtric snarled as he turned to face you, 'away from you!'
'Wha- I…'
'Did you have fun?!' he yelled, 'was it worth it?! Was I a good fuck to you?! When were you planning on dumping me? Tonight? Tomorrow? Or would you wait a few more weeks, keeping me around longer, so I'd hurt even more!'
'Sihtric, stop!' you cried and grabbed his arm when he tried to turn away again, 'it's not like that! I swear it's not like that!'
'Did you ever even love me!?' Sihtric shouted as he grabbed your shoulders, 'just, please,' he said with a sob, and broke down in tears, 'did you ever fucking love me?'
You started to cry even harder, not able to bring out a word, as you really thought Sihtric knew your feelings for him were real. How could he think that everything had been a lie? It made you feel sick inside, and you were just speechless.
'Thought so,' Sihtric sniffled and let go of you, 'I… I knew you were too good to be true.'
He turned away from you again and walked off, into the night. Uhtred, Finan and Osferth ran past you, after the Dane, and Osferth was the only one who stopped for a moment.
'How could you do this to him?' he asked you.
And then Osferth left you too, alone, in the middle of the street, with a broken heart. And when you turned around, you saw Aethelred, enjoying his drink with a satisfied look on his face.
For days on end you tried to contact Sihtric, but he didn't reply to any of your messages. He hadn't blocked you, which made it even worse, because you could see he had been reading your messages, he just didn't write back.
In your despair, you wrote to your mutual friends as well, asking if Sihtric was okay. But no one seemed keen to interact with you, apart from one text you got from Finan, in which he told you what a bitch you were. And that's also how you found out what Aethelred had told Sihtric that night. You desperately kept trying to contact Sihtric, needing to know if he was okay, but to no avail.
Until several days later Osferth suddenly replied.
Osferth: no
Osferth: he's not okay
Osferth: what were you thinking?
You: Osferth!
You: thank you for responding… are you with Sihtric right now?
It took a long time before he replied again.
Osferth: yes…
You: please, please tell him I miss him. I swear this is all a misunderstanding! I need Sihtric… please, tell him I need to see him
You could barely see through your teary eyes when you hit send. And minutes later Osferth read your message and replied.
Osferth: he doesn't want to see you, okay?
Osferth: I think you should let this go. Let him go, before you drag him down further… he's broken, you've done enough damage already. leave.
And with those words, your world came crumbling down once again.
Weeks passed, and not a word from Sihtric. You had stopped by his apartment building several times in the evening, knowing he was home, but he refused to answer the intercom, no matter how many times you rang. You knew you were more or less stalking him right now, but he was the most amazing guy you had ever met. You loved Sihtric, wholeheartedly, and you knew he was the only man for you. You couldn't let him slip away like that. Not because of something you didn't even do.
And so, days later, you were once again outside his apartment building, ringing his doorbell downstairs. And as expected, he again ignored you, so you decided to text him.
You: Sihtric, please, just hear me out…
You: what that guy told you in the club that night wasn't completely true. Yes, I used to be a bitch. I messed with guys. And I know it doesn't make it any better, but I only messed with the guys who messed with girls… I treated those guys the same way they treated women, and they didn't like it. I know it was wrong and foolish, but I stopped that almost two years before I met you…
You: it's true that Brida was my best friend, but I swear I never, NEVER slept with Ragnar. And I truly don't know who he slept with, or if he even did. The rumour was spread by Aethelwold, who I guess you know too by now, and I don't know why he started it. Maybe because he just likes to stir shit up…
You: but I swear, love, I never slept with Ragnar. Never. That friendship ending really hurt me, and I completely changed my life after that. You're the first guy I was intimate with after that all happened, almost two years later. And apart from that one date with Uhtred, you're the only guy I've been seeing ever since, and when we first met… I just knew we were meant to be.
You: darling, I love you. God, how I love you. You are everything to me, Sihtric. And I miss you so much, it's fucking killing me. Please, believe me. This is the whole truth.
You: I never planned on messing with you, that's not who I am anymore. I promise my intentions with you were always pure and of good nature. Please, give me another chance.
You: please know that what we had was real, from my side at least. And I'm sorry you found out about my past like that. I never told you because we both agreed our pasts shouldn't matter… I would never hide anything from you, and if you had asked me, I would have told you the truth.
You: I miss you. I need you. I love you. I won't give up on you. I won't leave you alone until you tell me straight to my face that we're over… I can't live without you, please.
You were a sobbing mess by the end of your typing, and your heart skipped several beats when you saw Sihtric was online and was reading your messages.
And after a few long minutes, you suddenly heard the main entrance door unlock.
'Sihtric,' you said with a desperate sob as he opened the door, and you fell in his arms.
Against his will, Sihtric tried to make himself believe, he held you tightly in his arms as you cried while mumbling dozens of apologies. And when he stepped back, you saw he was just as broken as you were. Without speaking, he motioned you to take a seat, and he sat down across from you. And then you waited for him to start the conversation. But as he couldn't even look at you without tearing up, you figured you had to make the first move.
'H-how have you been?' you asked, fighting your tears.
Sihtric hummed softly and shrugged weakly. He clenched his jaw, biting down his emotions, and then he finally spoke.
'Drunk… most of the time,' he said with a hoarse voice, 'you?'
'Crying,' you answered, 'and… more or less stalking you.'
'Who… who was that guy at the club that night?' Sihtric asked.
'His name is Aethelred. I met him years ago,' you said, 'he was married, but he hated his wife. He… hit her. And one night he showed interest in me, and so I led him on. That's what I did back then. I played the players. I wanted them to see how it feels to be led on. To be manipulated and crushed,' you confessed, 'and I know that doesn't justify my behaviour. I'm only trying to explain why I did it.'
Sihtric nodded slowly, looking down at his feet.
'Why did he come up to me?'
'I really don't know,' you said, 'I guess…I really hurt him. I made him look like a fool, I hurt his ego. I think he saw us together and simply wanted to get back at me.'
Sihtric let your answers sink in for a moment before he spoke again.
'And what about Ragnar?'
'I never slept with him,' you said firmly, 'I was a bitch, but I had my boundaries too.'
'Where does the rumour come from?' Sihtric asked and finally looked at you, deep into your eyes.
'I…,' you sighed, 'I think Aethelwold made it up because I turned him down one night. I think he just wanted to make me look bad, but had no idea he caused a whole series of fucked up shit to happen as a result. I've never even spoken to or seen him again since that time I rejected him.'
'Did you fuck him?' Sihtric asked, staring at you.
'Never,' you grimaced, 'he's a weasel, but he never treated a woman like a piece of shit. I had no reason to mess with him, and… I had standards, I guess. He's not my type.'
'What is your type?' Sihtric shrugged, 'douchebags?'
'No,' you scoffed, then teared up again, 'you are, Sihtric. You are my type. You are everything I ever fucking dreamed of,' you started crying, 'you're the first guy I truly fell in love with, for the right reasons.'
'Why?' Sihtric asked, 'why me?'
'Because you treated me with respect from the very first moment we met. You told me straight up you weren't into one night stands, you didn't want to mess around, you wanted something serious. As did I. And I still do,' you sniffled, 'all I wanted when I left that pathetic life behind me, was a good guy. A good man. And you are exactly that. You make me feel loved, you make me complete. And I know we went quite fast in our relationship, but only because it felt right to me. I never did it to mess with you. Sihtric,' you wiped your tears, 'I love you so much. You are everything. Everything.'
You stared at Sihtric, who slowly nodded again and raked his fingers through his curls. Then he sniffed and, when he looked back up at you, you saw his face had changed. He seemed calmer suddenly, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.
'So… I'm just a good guy? That's it?'
'Well, no, I mean… yeah… but,' you stammered, confused, 'you're really sweet too. And funny. You're a good listener, you're smart, protective. And… handsome,' you smiled softly.
Sihtric got up from his chair and moved to sit next to you, on the sofa, where he looked down at his feet for a while before he turned to look into your eyes again.
'Just handsome?' he asked with a cocky half smile.
'Sihtric… I… what-'
'Handsome,' he looked offended, 'that's it? You don't find me wildly arousing?' he showed you a hint of his cheeky grin.
You blinked rapidly, staring at the Dane as if he spoke a language you had never heard before. Then Sihtric leaned in and took your chin gently between his fingers.
'You always told me I was the sexiest man you had ever seen,' he smiled, 'and now you tell me I'm just handsome. How am I supposed to believe my girlfriend is telling the truth right now, if she's not randomly praising my looks, like she used to?'
'Sihtric,' you suddenly laughed, 'you're such an idio-'
You were cut off as Sihtric pressed his lips onto yours, capturing you in a sweet but firm kiss. And when he pulled away, he cupped your cheeks.
'I'm sorry I doubted you,' Sihtric whispered against your lips, 'my insecurities got the best of me, and I'm sorry, love. I should have given you the chance to explain that night, but I was too afraid I wouldn't like the truth. So I figured I'd walk away before you could walk away from me. It's no excuse, but I was just terrified of losing you. I handled it poorly, and I'm really sorry.'
'I'm sorry too,' you whispered and pecked his lips, 'you did somewhat give me a chance to say something that night, when you asked if I ever loved you. But I… I froze. I was stunned at the thought you felt I faked my feelings for you, when we nearly lived together. I couldn't bring out a single word…' you choked up again.
'I know,' Sihtric hushed you with another soft kiss, 'I know, love. And it wasn't fair of me to expect a proper answer then, when everything was overwhelming for the both of us. I think… we both fucked up there.'
'We did,' you mumbled, 'we both could have handled it better, but… it happened.'
'It happened,' Sihtric said, 'and it's in the past now. And you know how I feel about the past.'
'That… i-it doesn't matter anymore?' you asked, hesitantly.
'It doesn't matter anymore,' Sihtric whispered, then smiled and kissed your lips again, 'all that matters is that I love you. And that I never stopped loving you. And that I will never stop loving you either.'
'I never stopped loving you either,' you sniffled, 'I've missed you so much-'
'I've missed you too,' he breathed, kissing your lips in between his words, 'I never want us to be apart again.'
'Neither do I,' you said, and exhaled sharply with relief when he kissed your forehead, the way he always did when you needed comfort.
Then Sihtric sat back and held your hands, and he asked, 'So when will you move in, love?'
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