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amourtoken · 23 days

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someone requested some iv content so here's some lil blurby stuff cause I cannot create a full length fic for the life of me lol I'm sorry bb. This isn't structured rlly it's just a collection of my random thoughts off the dome while thinking abt him so lmk if you want me to elaborate on anything.

*nsfw below the cut, MDNI*

cw: petplay, sex toys, raw sex (pls wrap that shit), mentions of choking, breeding, subspace, phone sex, mirror sex, threesomes, DP, oral

◇ he's so-

◇ when you first got together, iv was much more reserved but as the group gained some traction and more opportunities presented themselves the the boys, he can't help himself he let the fame get a *little* to his head. He's become much more outgoing in many ways and he knowssss he's fine at this point. He will use this fact against you cause he knows how easy it is to melt you from the inside out so you're a pliant little toy in his hands.

◇ he's always been so sweet to you. Constantly bringing you flowers with sweet notes or forcefully making time in his schedule so he can see his sweet girl and give her the attention she deserves. He knows it could be tough being with someone who has to keep their personal life on the low but he makes up for it 100%.

◇ he swears up and down he's not *trying* to come off this way but he's tiptoeing the line of being your sugar daddy lol. If you so much as even mention something you want in passing, it's in your hands within the next day at most. After a little, this extended from things *you* said you wanted, to things *he* wants to give you. This includes the sluttiest lingerie you've ever laid eyes on, jewelry with his name on it, and countless sex toys he pleads for you to use on camera so he can rewatch while he's out on tour.

◇ he's head over heels for you, and absolutely *cannot* get enough. Your smell, your taste, your touch, all of it. He'd inject you into his veins if possible. Even while fucking you, one angle isn't enough. iv has strategically aligned a couple mirrors so he gets all the best views of you no matter what position he's manipulated you into and ugh it makes his head spin sometimes. You deserve to be in a museum but he can't help himself but to be a lil rough with you on occasion.

◇ knows how to get into your head and all up under your skin, on multiple occasions he's slid behind you while you're getting ready in the mirror and rested his head on your shoulder just to whisper the filthiest things imaginable in your ear. He'll wrap his arms around your waist or run his hands up and down your torso, sliding down to your thighs and tugging the hem of your dress up little by little while detailing just how pretty he think you are in it in a low voice. Sometimes he'll slide one hand up and gently squeeze your throat, leaning your head back onto his shoulder while he's touching you. He makes a whole ordeal of it and most often, you end up right back in bed.

◇ he's got lots of sweet little pet names for you. Love is absolutely his favorite but sweet girl, pretty thing, sweetheart, all perfect. He's not big on degradation *however*, he did get you the prettiest engraved collar with a cute little tag reading "slut" in his handwriting.

◇ bouncing directly off that, man's into some petplay. Loves knowing you're all his and wrapped right around his finger. The physical manifestation of this is him wrapping your leash around his hand and tugging when you break eye contact while he's fucking you like he hates you (he doesn't but the way he bullies your poor insides, it sure feels like it.) He's got you a collection of pretty collars with his name on them, and adores having you sat at his feet at any given chance. He'll also literally pet you, fingers lovingly brushing your skin or running through your hair absent-mindedly but ugh it feels so fucking good, what's not to enjoy about having his hands on you? Throws you right into a comfy subspace.

◇ I think all of the ST Boys are in this boat but God if he doesn't get lightheaded at the thought of breeding you. He'll grab your hips and pull you to meet his deep thrusts while your head hangs over the edge of the bed, watching the scene from the full length mirror beside you. He gets off on the fact not only is it the *ultimate* claim on you, but thanks to his mirror fixation, he gets to watch the whole thing and know it's the exact moment he knocked you up. You're already perfect in his eyes but once you're all round and pretty, he *really* won't be able to keep his hands off of you. It'll only serve to make him more possessive as well, that's his baby carrying his actual baby, he'll be damned if anything happens to you or you're not treated like a piece of fine china.

◇ he's very possessive of you like I said, *but* if one of the other boys wanna join...he'll consider. By consider I mean he'll hold you on his lap, arms hooked under your legs and holding them open while iii eats you out like he's starved. Your head is leaned back on his shoulder and he's praising you for being so good for both of them, he'll also direct some praise to iii for treating you so well. As long as he's ultimately the one pulling the strings and directing the scene, he's in his element. Fucking you from behind while Vessel's down your throat or leaving countless dark hickeys and love bites all over your neck and chest while he and ii fill both of your holes. You're his, doesn't matter if they get a taste cause he's the one you belong to.

#iv #iv sleep token #Sleep token smut #Sleep token #Listen #I can't write for the life of me but these are just my thoughts

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byunpum · 1 year

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I can't find if your requests are closed, but if you're open, and not totally loaded with requests, may I request a human reader that is curvateous? Like, thicker thighs or a light belly, maybe larger breasts, since I noticed male and female na'vi tend to have a general shape that is rather thin and lanky (and their skin looks oddly tough and leathery?) With literally anyone, be it general HCs or a oneshot (if it is the latter, could you please do Neteyam? Ofc if it's general it can be anyone!)

Pair: Neteyam x human reader (like a mix of navi x human)

Tags: fluff, teasing, crushes, playful biting

Warning: None, the characters have 20’s

+More about my navi-human reader "HERE"

The waves crashed on your legs as you collected some shells and snails from the sand. Your hands were wet, and full of sand. But you were so happy, or so neteyam could see. He was sitting in front of you, holding a basket. A basket he had prepared for you, a nice gift that he thought would be perfect for you. You liked collecting snail shells, it was the only thing that kept you distracted. And having neteyam accompany you always put you in a good mood, it was always in the evening just as the sun was setting. As the waves crashed against the two of you.

"Look at this one!!!" you speak showing him some shells, it was brown with black dots. Neteyam shakes his head to the side, and examines what you are holding in your hands. "mmm I think you already have that one" says neteyam, reaching into the basket and pulls out a piece just like it. You laugh and drop the piece in the sand and keep looking. You keep talking while you keep looking for shells in the sand that was covered with water. Meanwhile neteyam's eyes search for a new point of attention. You had bent over the sand, you were on all fours as your face approached the wet sand, you wanted to take a closer look at what was peeking out of the wet sand. It was a harmless apt you were not doing it to tease neteyam. But neteyam's gaze rested on the exposed skin of your thighs.

His eyes followed the drops of water running down your chubby thighs, he knew it was so soft. He had touched them several times, unintentionally, as you climbed onto his ikran. How they made your body look more attractive and curvaceous while you were in this position. You were wearing a Metkayina outfit that was similar to the bottom part of a bathing suit. And your breasts were covered with a white tube top. You had made something out of some fabrics you had found lying around. His eyes wander back to the basket, as you sit back down in your previous position. Neteyam's eyes widen when he sees that all the fabric on your breasts was wet, exposing everything. His tail starts to wag quickly, he was trying not to look.

This had never been something he noticed, among the navi nudity is not something that is sexualized. But it's also not necessarily something the navi don't notice. It's normal for navi to physically interrupt each other when they like someone, and you were neteyam's crush. And this curiosity and backwardness that he had about you in the last few months was because of ao'nung. The fish boy had started talking about the differences about you, but it wasn't in a bad way. Your body was unlike any other Navi woman's, you had big, soft thighs. Big breasts, and not to mention your strange beauty, had begun to attract the attention of many Metkayina men.

"Have you seen how your thighs are so plump when she sits down….uhhhhhhh I love it" says ao'nung putting his hand on his chest dramatically. "hey careful how you are talking about Y/N. I don't want you to talk about her like that" says neteyam pushing ao'nung a little. "I'm sorry…but you have to admit. That her body is very eye-catching" neteyam tries to keep calm. "Yes…she is very beautiful" neteyam says. He hated that ao'nung talks like that about you, getting up from his place walking towards his marui. From that moment on his head began to spin. And now he was looking at you nervously, lowering his gaze. As he started playing with some shells from the basket. You begin to notice his strange behavior, usually neteyam was giving you his full attention, looking at you and talking all the time. But now he was very quiet. "Is something wrong, nete?" you ask him, moving a little closer to him. His ears twitch, and his pupils dilate as you move closer to his face. You notice this action, and quickly move away. "No…me, I'm fine" says neteyam, he was nervous. "Seriously…you don't look fine" you speak up.

Neteyam laughs nervously. "Not just…" neteyam gives a small glance at your chest and then looks at you. You notice this action and lower your gaze. Seeing that your top was wet, you adjust your clothing more. But it seemed strange to you, he had never cared. Well… no one cared. "Are you looking at my breasts?" you ask him. You swear you could see neteyam's cheeks turn a little purple, the boy tried to get comfortable in the sand. "No, N- it's just…nothing," he stammers. You cross your arms, and laugh a little. "If you were looking at them…it's okay. I don't mind if it's you" you laugh a little, you knew your whole existence was a little curious to neteyam. So you ignore him and start looking at the sand again.

Neteyam tries to calm down, he was lucky that you hadn't bothered him. Not much time passed, but you could feel him still looking at you. You could feel his eyes traveling all over your body. You quickly settled back and looked at him intently. "Ok…what do you want" neteyam looks away embarrassed again. "Hey…don't ignore me. I can feel your eyes penetrating me" you tease, and move closer to his face. Gesturing at his eyes. He gets more nervous and hugs the basket to his stomach. "It's just that I…mmm sorry, I know it's inappropriate" he tries to apologize. "Don't worry…you're not the first one to be that curious" that comment makes neteyam become alert, how could someone else have the nerve to look at you like that? "Who's looking at you like that? ao'nung!!!" neteyam gets a little upset.

You laugh. "Why are you laughing?" neteyam is confused, he wants me to answer him. He is talking seriously. "So yes, you are looking at me and ao'nung has something to do with it. Come on tell me?" you speak, you had caught him. He felt embarrassed about how he was acting. "Mmm he's been talking about…about…your body" neteyam speaks, you move closer to him. "He says…it's nice" neteyam says. The boy's hands play with the edge of the basket. "And you think so, too?" you ask with pity in your tone. Neteyam had always been quite shy with you. "I…mmm no" you look at him sadly, as he tries to adjust his words. You start to get up from the sand, you didn't want to hear his answer, maybe you had gone ahead with Neteyam. You shouldn't have asked that. Suddenly you can feel neteyam holding your wrist, turning you quickly as he feels a coolness on your left thigh.

You had just come out of the water, but this cold was something different. When you turn and look down you see how neteyam, bent over, is gently biting your thigh. You were shocked and couldn't say anything. The navi boy looks up, while gently biting your soft skin. He stays like that for a while, as he starts to open his mouth and move away from you. "Yes…yes I like it, and you are very soft" says neteyam bluntly. "You just bit me" you are surprised, you hadn't even moved. "I'm sorry" he laughs nervously. He is surprised when you move closer to his face, placing your hands on his shoulders, moving up his neck until you reach his ear. Biting down quickly. "Auhhhh" neteyam moans. You pull away and laugh. "I didn't bite that hard" he says. Feeling your hands settle on the side of his face, rubbing your thumbs on his face. "First you have to tell me and then you can bite me" you speak up, laughing a little. "You're not mad at me?" she asks.

You walk away and sit back down on the sand. And you start picking up snails, as if nothing happened. This makes neteyam nervous, just as he was about to protest you speak up. "I heard what you said to ao'nung. nete…" you look at him carefully. "If you have any questions you can ask me directly," you say. Neteyam relaxes a little, watching you go on with your work. You feel Neteyam move closer to you, moving his head to the side of your shoulder. Biting down a little. "You're soft here too," the boy says, laughing stupidly. "You're going to keep biting me,you can touch me with your hands" you laugh. "Can I touch you?" neteyam's eyes light up, while now it was your turn to blush.

P.s: Sorry if it took me too long to answer this request!!! I hope you like it, virtual hugs!

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arlerts-angel · 8 months

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Telling playboy/cocky! Armin that nobody had ever made you squirt before so u must not be able to.

“Armin, you’re not gonna make me squirt. I’ve never done it before so I must not be able to.”

“Mm.. you sure about that pretty girl?”

a/n: it's giving frat boy at a college party so CHEERS 🍻 sorry i'm just now getting to this, i'm trying to finish the requests sitting in my drafts/inbox 🩷 side note: i might get rid of the taglist idk ANYWAYS ENJOYYY SMOOCHES

cw: modern/college au, alcohol, cocky!armin x fem!reader, dubcon? (not sure but since alcohol is involved i'll tag just in case) oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, squirting, pet names (pretty girl, angel, princess, baby, good girl)

taglist: @callm3senpaii @dilfkentolover @arlertwitch @la-undercover-latina @nigthmar3moon @darkstarlight82 @daddydynamight @bakubunny @ringsofsaturnnnn @softlilpeachxx @i-literally-cant-with-this @arlertdarling @tomuraslut @hannas16

"you. me. beer pong. whaddya say?" armin glances over at you as he takes a drink from his solo cup.

"i'm down." you bounce happily, walking with him to the game table.

"uh—can i ask you something?" he smacks his lips.

"sure, anything." you nod.

"...were you being serious when we were playing truth or dare?" he asks curiously.

"that's kind of the point of the game." you take a drink from the cup in your hand.

"so no one's ever made you squirt before?" he asks softly, bouncing the small white ball on the table.

"never. i must not be able to." you shrug. a shit-eating grin spreads across his face.

"if i win... i get to make you squirt."

"alright, but you're not gonna make me squirt, armin."

he hums. "you sure about that, pretty girl?" he winks and bounces the ping-pong ball straight into one of your cups. "bottoms up, sweetheart." he winks. you flip him off playfully and drink from the cup.

...

"seven to three. final score, angel." he coos, stroking your hair softly. he leans down and whispers into your ear.

"i can't wait to make you cum. you'll come crawling back to me, princess. wait and see." he takes your hand and leads you through the sorority house to his bedroom. he locks the door behind him and grabs your waist. "what do you say? still think i can't do it, angel?" he whispers, kissing your neck up and down.

"s not that i think you can't— i don't think i can." you giggle, gasping softly as he feels you up, squeezing your boobs and roaming his hands across your body. "so perfect. can't believe no one's treated this body of yours right." he scoffs, throwing his clothes and yours to the floor piece by piece.

"lay back and relax for me, yeah?" he insists, making himself comfortable between your legs. he starts kissing your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your honeypot of sweet, sticky, slick. he licks a stripe up your slit teasingly then blows a puff of air just to watch you squirm. "armin–!" you whine. "yes, princess?" he taunts, circling your throbbing clit with his middle finger. he doesn't give you time to react before diving tongue-first into your pussy—indulging in the intoxicatingly sweet nectar of your sex.

"mmmm fuck, you taste so good." he says between hungry laps at your cunt. he brings his hand up to your mouth and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, asking for you to part your lips without having to speak. once his fingers are prepped he slides one in at a time; pumping in and out slowly and methodically against the spongy g-spot deep within your walls all the while toying at your swollen and throbbing clit with his tongue.

you're a blubbering mess, babbling about how much better this is than any toy you own, and so, so much better than your fingers. it doesn't take long for you to realize just how close you are to cumming. "armin–! 'm getting close. so close. gonna cum soon–!" you cry, arching your back. he looks up at you. "you ready, princess? want you to soak my bedsheets." he returns to your clit and presses down on your lower belly, sending you quickly to your orgasm.

"gah—fuck!" you shut your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks from all the stimulation. streams of your cum gushing out onto his sheets and his face. "fuck yeah baby just like that, such a good fucking girl." he groans, watching the cum spill out of you and rubbing your clit furiously. "that's it baby, you okay? does that feel good princess?" he talks you through your very intense orgasm. "y-yeah," you hiccup. "so good."

"think you can do it again, angel?" he smiles, moving a piece of your sweat-dampened hair off your face.

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lomlhwa · 1 year

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pre-workout (k.mg)

pairing: idol bf!mingyu x non-idol gf!reader

preview: mingyu works out everyday because his fans love his muscles. but today, he's lacking enough energy to want to go. so he asks you for some.... pre-workout.

tags/warnings: fem reader, established relationship, morning sex, somnophilia, oral (fem. receiving), mingyu is all over you at 7:00am, praise, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart), uprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: the somno is consented with a bracelet which is explicitly mentioned.

wc: 956

song recs for this fic: playboy by exo, sexuality by taemin, drip by superm, touchin' by kang daniel

a/n: i'm literally so sorry for how short this is, i ran out of ideas and wanted this out of my drafts. but to make it better, everyone picture those insta pictures of mingyu for this fic. i know you know what i'm talking about.

saying that your boyfriend is strong is a massive understatement. he gets up to go to the gym every morning before dance practice and recordings. on top of his work outs, the dance practices make him stronger too. at this point, he could probably bench press you with one arm.

today, as per usual, mingyu wakes up to his alarm blaring on the nightstand. 6:45am. time for him to get up, have a bite to eat and go to the gym. you react only slightly to the alarm, rolling away from the sound.

today feels different, however. he doesn't want to go to the gym, which is unusual for him. he basically lives in the gym. but today, he really doesn't want to get out of bed. the softness of the blanket really keeps him from wanting to rise.

nonetheless, he forces himself to get up and change into his workout clothes. he takes his pre-workout powder with some water. his nose scrunches at the bitterness.

he walks back to your shared bedroom to see you sleeping oh so peacefully on your shared bed. your chest rises and falls at a steady pace. you stir a little, rolling over. the blanket wrapped around you falls off your lower abdomen.

he lets his eyes travel down to see that you’d stripped yourself of your shorts in the middle of the night. his eyes travel to spot them on the floor. he finally realizes that this is what was keeping him here.

you.

he walks over to the bed and peeks onto your wrists. he’s relieved and thrilled when he sees the thin, silver bracelet clasped on your arm. the item confirming consent to being woken up with some… affection from your boyfriend.

he carefully rolls you over onto your back, unraveling you from the blanket in the process. he takes in the soft supple skin of your legs and waist. he brushes his hands over your body, just soft enough to not wake you.

he tugs your panties down your legs, placing them on the side table. he lets out a shaky breath as he pushes your knees apart. he slithers down the bed until he comes face to face with your core.

he blows cold air onto your core and goosebumps rise on your exposed skin. he sighs at the sight of your sleeping body laid out for him to take and use. the bracelet on your wrist is always an instant turn on for him.

his tongue rolls out of his mouth and slides between your folds. he loves eating you so much. the way your nerves twinge, the soft gasps that leave your beautiful lips, the way you shift around trying to get away.

he swirls his tongue around your clit, a high pitched whine leaving your throat. you’re still not awake, but you’re starting to come to consciousness. he grips your thighs to make sure they stay open as he becomes more aggressive in his sucking and licking.

your eyes flutter open and glide down to make eye contact with your boyfriend’s wet face. “good morning, honey,” he says in between licks. your back immediately arches, another whine leaving you. “fffuck, good morning gyu.”

he smiles against your core before slurping at your weeping hole. “sleep well?” you nod, your high creeping up on you every second. “why aren’t you at t-the gym? it’s almost 8:00am,” he just chuckles against you, not bothering to answer.

a couple more licks and slurps and you’re tumbling over the edge. your hands fly down to grip his hair as he kisses your core to help you through it. he gets up and wipes his mouth, smiling at your shaky frame.

“please, gyu. need your cock, too,” you beg. there’s no way he could say no to your pretty pleas. he rids himself of his shorts and briefs, stroking himself a few times before lining up with your entrance.

he shoves into you, groaning immediately at the contact. his hands find purchase on your waist as he sets a steady pace thrusting into you. the sounds of skin slapping and shared moans fill the room. the headboard even begins banging against the wall. your neighbors will surely be complaining later.

gasps leave you as your hands wrap around his wrists. your nails leave crescent shaped marks in the skin of his forearm. you clench and unclench around him rapidly as your second high approaches.

“g-gonna cum, gyu, fuck,” your eyes roll back as he picks up the pace. “please, cum inside me, baby,” you look at him with tears in your eyes.

“gonna give you my cum, sweetheart. you’re so good for me,” he kisses you gently in contrast to his merciless pace inside you. his lips move softly against yours, capturing your rapid breaths.

finally, the chord in your abdomen snaps. you shake and your hips stutter, grinding into him subconsciously. you hold his head to yours, keeping his lips against yours as he continues to pump into you. he bites your bottom lip as he spills into you.

“fuck, i love you, honey,” he kisses you a few times more before pulling out. he wipes you clean with a tissue from the box next to your head. he tosses them in the trash.

“i’m gonna go to the gym now. you helped me up my energy. sleep some more, sweetheart,” he kisses your forehead. he slides your panties back up your legs. he pulls the blanket over you and tucks you in.

you slowly fall back into a light slumber. the soft buzz of pleasure coursing through you keeps you calm. nothing is better than waking up to your boyfriend’s love and affection.

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steviewashere · 4 days

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This may be a bit out there request (also feel free to ignore) for a small oneshot, but can I request some pure steve angst? him and hop sharing a drink, no ships, just two dudes talking about shitty things that have happened to them over the past few years. My boy desperately needs a father figure.

Okay, I'm so sorry this took so long to answer. I literally started writing it, forgot about it, and then came back and couldn't think of anything. And I also didn't have Hopper share too much, but I hope this suffices some. This was a fun challenge. <3

Pairing: Steve Harrington & Jim "Chief" Hopper CW: Discussion of Canon Traumatic Events, Brief Mention of Canon Violence Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Season 4, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

🫂—————🫂 He’d been sitting outside with his head between his knees for the better part of half an hour when the door creaked open behind him. Even as the footfalls, heavy and slow, made their way towards him, Steve didn’t dare drag his eyes up. Kept them securely at his feet. To the wooden step underneath him. On the off chance that whatever world existed around him was a mirage.

The person sits down next to him with an unceremonious grunt. Their breaths are as heavy as their steps. A swallow clicking in their throat, probably dry and overused. Something chilled is pressed against his denim clad thigh. And that’s when Steve finally draws enough effort to look up.

Hopper sits hunched, head pointed at the trees beyond his cabin, eyes darting between them. In his right hand is an offered, cold bottle of beer. A firm outstretched bridge. And Steve tentatively takes it. He’s not quite old enough to be partaking in this, Hopper should know that, but also—he’s not the chief anymore, is he? So, why should he care?

His beer is already uncapped when he raises it to his face. Knocking it back and taking it in with a deep swallow. The foam churning on his tongue, sugary between his teeth, and moist on his lips. He heaves a sigh. Mutters, “Thanks.”

Another bottle is drank from. The slosh against the sides of the glass an easy sound. Hopper smacks his lips together. “Looked like you needed one,” he states gruffly. A swig. “God knows I did with all that damn commotion in there.”

“Yeah,” Steve murmurs back, “it’s too loud for me.” He takes a small sip at his drink. Shifts the bottle back and forth between his palms, relishing in the crisp condensation on his skin. Begins to pick at the label where it looks like it’ll peel away easily, if he just gave it his full effort. “I don’t even know why I came over. I can’t stand noisy shit.”

“Feel like the old Steve Harrington that I’ve met would say otherwise,” Hopper muses. Instead of dignifying it with a response, Steve just nods his head in silent agreement. Because yeah, pre-November, 1983 Steve would be doing keg stands and chanting at the top of his lungs. Not moping around on the front porch of the ex-chief of police. Sharing beer of all things.

The noise inside the house floats out from under the crooked front door. A mixture of birdsong and laughter. The subtle soft chirps of crickets beginning to wake up. It’s good outside, the air cold on Steve’s face and the sun nearly set. He takes a deep breath and just absorbs.

“Sometimes,” Hop starts softly when their shared silence stretches too long, “sometimes I look at you and see myself.”

Steve swallows around nothing. “That a good thing?” He asks just as quiet.

“No,” Hopper answers honestly. “You look like you’d rather be under the dirt than be anywhere. There’s…you’re a lonely lookin’ nineteen year old.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, well—“ Steve sighs. “—maybe I’d rather that. All things considered, Hopper.” There are eyes on him, he can sense them through the aching joint of his left shoulder. They burn him. It hurts to have attention like this on him, after so much time alone. And he knows that he’s got Robin and the party members—he’ll maybe have Eddie if he pulls through in the hospital. But that doesn’t make his house any less silent, or his parents’ room any less dusty, or his bed any less cold.

“You got anybody you can talk to, kid? Outside of Robin?”

Steve sniffs. Picks at the label on his beer bottle. Tries not to notice his shaking hands. “Who ‘m I gonna talk to?” He asks lowly. “A shrink is gonna think I’m crazy, put me away. And y’know how my parents are. They aren’t going to believe me, let alone listen.”

Hopper’s leg bumps his. Beer bottle clinking against the porch as he sets it down. He ducks down, enough to make direct eye contact with Steve. His eyes are fierce, yet inviting and soft. Steve’s stomach churns. “Talk to me, then. You need an adult who will understand you? I’m right here.”

He scoffs. “What do you want me to talk about?”

“Anything. Everything. Something, Steve.” A hand lands gently on his shoulder. The warmth a lull, a sweet thing. And something inside of him begins to melt. But he doesn’t say anything, still. Hopper sighs long and winded. And the touch dissipates, leaving Steve drifted and yearning.

Behind them, Hopper’s cabin swells with noise. That raspy laugh of Robin’s. And Mike’s honk snorting. Even Jonathan is adding something, a few loud comments here and there. “I can’t believe we won!” Dustin crows and the others join in intense agreement. And Steve wonders why he can’t celebrate like they can. What happened to him. Where his joy lays in all this.

Hopper sips his beer again, looking out at the trees once more. Smacks his lips together. “I don’t know how to celebrate this shit,” he admits quietly. “I’m…Part of me is excited to not see my girl use those powers of hers again. To hopefully see her hair grow out. But another part of me is—I just remember all the bad shit that happened before we got to this point.”

“Yeah,” Steve croaks. He gulps a good third of his beer in one go. The sour bitterness of the drink burning his throat alive. When he pulls the bottle away, he absentmindedly rubs at the dark red demobat scar on his neck. “Especially when my body remembers and is covered in my failures,” he mutters.

Beside him, Hopper makes a noise of agreement. A hum. A grunt sort of thing. “I used to be a fat guy.” He half-heartedly chuckles. “Now I’m just this skinny dude with real short hair and the eyes of a World War Two soldier.”

Steve snorts. “And I used to have plain, blemish free skin. Now look at me, Hop.” He gestures loosely at his own face and neck when Hopper does turn and look over. “No amount of coconut oil—or whatever—is going to get rid of this shit. Like my mom keeps insisting on. I mean…She doesn’t know all the shit I’ve been through. The—The plate I took to the crown of my head or the needle to my neck or those Russian shitheads that knocked me senseless.”

Hopper’s breath hitches. Steve curses at himself internally. Remembers the haunted body that pulled him in close when they reconvened. Remembers the frantic calls from Jonathan, of all people, asking what to do when it comes to nightmares—“Not mine,” Jonathan had said, “Hop’s. He just…He just yells.” And even remembers the faint hints Hop gave: the relief in finding a jar of peanut butter, the biting cold, the labor, and the cells. The separation from who he used to be. The loneliness within what he’d gone through, which Steve knows all too well. “Russians?” Hopper softly implores anyway.

And part of Steve knows what he’s doing. The crack to his shell deepening, stretching. But he answers despite it all. Keeps his voice leveled, careful as to not be heard from inside the cabin. “Yeah,” he whispers, the syllables cracking. “Robs and Dustin and I, we all decoded this tape, right? There was Russian speech on it or whatever and I ended up finding the source of the intermission. It was coming from underneath Starcourt. So, y’know how stupid we all are, we went ahead and found these assholes and…Well I—“ He rubs the lip of his beer bottle to his own bottom lip. Eyes glossing over, remembering. “They were going to hurt Robin,” he states, his own voice like gravel, “and Dustin. And little Erica. So I did the stupid thing. Answered their interrogation. They didn’t like the answers; I earned a few punches. Went unconscious. Got hit with some truth serum drug bullshit. Threw up my guts, ended up with a concussion, saw a guy die in front of me, went home and threw up again in the shower, and then I went to bed.”

All at once, the world narrows to just them. Hopper’s completely silent though and Steve doesn’t want to glance over. See the pity written on his sullen, aged face. So he shrugs, takes another swig of his beer, and burps lightly when the carbonation comes up. Nonchalance. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Right, Hop?” Steve pokes quietly. “Throw myself in danger for the people around me. Try to keep them on my good side. Show them I’m worth giving a shit about. Save ‘em. Love ‘em for a bit. Wait until they turn on me or whatever.

“I know you do it, too. So don’t try to lecture me,” Steve mutters, “At least we don’t have to do it again.”

He’s not sure what to really expect to any of that. But he doesn’t think he’d ever expect a firm, heavy arm to wrap around his shoulders. To tug him in close and warm. To hold him gently.

“I’m sorry, kid,” Hopper murmurs.

Steve tries to pull away, but the hand on his opposite bicep squeezes him back. “It’s not your fault, Hop. It’s—“

“You’re a kid, Steve,” he emphasizes. “A kid with a long fucking life ahead of you. And you’ve already seen enough for, well, for lifetimes. You should’a never been in any of this shit, none of you teens should’a. Not just those Russians, Steve. But for everything.”

He doesn’t feel like a kid. Doesn’t really feel like anything, but Hopper doesn’t need to know that right now. Sure, he’d understand. That liminal space after losing his daughter, right after war, before his world quite literally turned upside down—Hopper lived that nothingness for a long while. Maybe he lives it again, Steve isn’t sure.

But he just sighs. “You shouldn’t have been there, either,” Steve murmurs. His face is warm and his eyes sting. And before he really knows what’s happening, he’s crying. Hot tears that sear all the way down to the underside of his jaw. That don’t really produce much noise from him, but he supposes the terrible stuttering in and out is something.

“C’mere, kid,” Hopper mutters.

His beer gets set aside somewhere. Pulled even further in. Head nestled on Hopper’s shoulder, the fresh shave of his beard burning on Steve’s forehead. A hand between his shoulder blades and the other on the back of his head. Steve’s arms sit limp at his sides. But within Hop’s warmth, the musk of aftershave and Irish Spring soap, and his firm and careful hold—Steve finally breaks.

It’s not a catastrophic thing, like he had expected. It’s not all that quiet either.

Shoulders shaking, eyes heavy, and nose burning—Steve cries. Cries with the force of a sudden summer downpour. Heaves giant breaths as if he’s just come up from drowning. And he sobs against the bare skin of Hopper’s neck. Open mouthed. Wet exhales. Big globs of spit sticky between his lips.

When he can finally catch his breath, feel the exhaustion into his bones, he pulls back.

Hopper lays his hands on either side of Steve’s face. His own cheeks wet with tears. Sniffling. “I know, okay? I know, kid,” he says quietly. “You need a home to run to? A shoulder to cry on? You just need a good dad hug? Come over, okay? Steve, you just gotta come over.”

And with that, all Steve can do, is give in.

He cries again into Hopper’s shoulder.

Later, he’ll listen to Hopper in turn. Hug him just as fiercely. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. But this is nice. Just this for a little while longer.

For the first time in his life, though, he feels like he’s got a home to return to. An ear to hear him. And a heart to care about him.

🫂—————🫂 Thank you for the ask, this was an interesting one!

#stranger things #steve harrington #jim hopper #steve harrington & jim hopper #angst and hurt/comfort

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luvring · 10 months

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Niaaaa //wailing, heaving, rolling around on the floor

I cannot stress enough how much I adore your works and love rereading all of them from time to time

Am here to ask if you have any more touchstarved hcs,, or thoughts,, im dying over here

Literally starved for content

gn!reader | REG!!! //waving both hands, jumping up and down giggling. Thank U. this is an honour and incredible compliment. scary bc my old works are...old... but Thank u. U mean the world 2 Me. i didn't thoroughly check what hcs i've already said so sorry there's repeats orz

i'm not saying the LIs would all go to the barbie movie but if someone does make art of that please let me know and tag me especially if it has the i am kenough shirt

they ruined my life saying kuras doesn't eat how is he going to join my girl dinners now. /j but i'll continue to believe he can appreciate how good a meal looks! & he can still sit with you and try to get his hands on your favourite meals for you to enjoy :-)

that thing where they do push-ups and kiss you when they come down with...leander was the first one i thought of tbh. but if you aren't able to lie underneath him he'd just ask for the same amount once he's done!

leander doing the thing he did in the prologue where he took his glove off with his teeth every so often just to see your reaction. like if you react in an amusing flustered staring at him kind of way. i couldn't relate personally (lying) (liar) (huge lie)

i'm sorry for my leander bias but if one of his favourite things is MASQUERADES and we don't see him at a MASQUERADE well it's so joever like him in a suit and mask and showing off how he knows how to fit in because of his past and also he can waltz now or something I'm dizzy i can't breathe

ais using 0.5 camera on people while they're caught off guard. him asking you to take a video of the fight For him because he's going to be part of it. vere selfie folder. mhin 5 followers no icon no posts gc lurker.

mhin would stick to enough of a routine that they'd have a specific spot to sit at different places,,, like a cafe or the library or bus... corner. it's one of the corners. and when someone's taken the spot they're thrown off then have to walk around for a new one (not happy about this) but take it back once they leave. you spend enough time together and they start keeping the spot next to them open for you

^ also they'd always order the exact same thing at restaurants. wouldn't like going to a new place because now they have to find a new default order. just like me fr

is no one going to talk about the idea that vere doesn't like snow because he's chained outside and it's cold . to be fair it could Totally be for a less sad reason like how it gets his Fur Wet (valid) but i've been thinking about that possible angst

also his gloves are just. like. ? odd. inverse drawing gloves. claws... but why only the 3 fingers.... btw his outfit means a constant thigh holding opportunity

kuras and mhin having long conversations about alchemy and sharing their findings with each other ;; mhin at some point getting just a Little excited about something and kuras choosing not to comment on it but being happy to see them let their walls down a little ;; o(-(

ais coming into your room and wordlessly lying next to you in bed and when asked if he needs something he says no? with a smile. he was just feeling lonely and wanted to find you

saying "you look like you can't swim" or "you are an odd individual" to any and all of them . something about it is amusing to me

if you celebrate christmas or like the idea of kissing underneath some mistletoe,, i think it's a good thought that you hold one over your head and wait for a kiss Or that Some of the LIs would Definitely do that themselves.

who do you guys think has the saddest birthday celebration (/no celebration at all.) who's relating to girls who spend their birthday alone and crying and be honest with me

rambling but i just want to say kuras's monster form looks sick as FUCK and i'm so excited for it. it looks like whatever left the scar on his hand seems to be there.. in his monster form...? i thought it was a claw but the positioning is under/through the hand so like??. do i have to bring up the significance of that if true

also is his outfit (minus his jacket)...like a jumpsuit... or can i just not tell because of his three (?) belts. that's not how you wear belts btw /lh. and is the sheer part Part of the top or is he wearing something sheer underneath the white. his sleeves are also sheer but the neckline means his shoulders are out . take off ur jacket

also mhin !! i want to know how big they get and if the transformation is sickening to watch and if they're still aware of everything around them and !!! THERE IS A SPINE(?) COMING OUT FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE SILHOUETTE THAT I NEED TO SEE NOW! & i'm assuming the senobium is Shit so even if we do get in there and get 'help' there would be another shitty price to pay. possible bad ending...??

scenes with all their monster forms where you're asked if you're scared and you say no / yes but you care about them and they falter because they didn't expect that

true good ending is everyone meeting at the wet wick and making a toast and laughing and saying this truly was our touchstarved before the credits roll

#touchstarved #touchstarved ais #touchstarved leander #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved vere #redspring pls continue to drop lore. gimme. GImemeeme...#not a single one of these birthdays sound good to me btw. closest to happy is how leander would say all drinks on him for the night #but it doesnt change the fact he has no close friends 💀💀#Im serious about the masquerade scene bc i need to see him in a formal setting. how hes different but still charming/the same in a way etc

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mikalara-dracula · 1 year

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What about drunk Shu?

🍷 Drunk Shu Hcs—

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Hi there!

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🍷 Seeing a drunk Shu isn’t common since he views getting drunk to be bothersome, especially with the hangover that’ll come the next day.

🍷 But still, every once in a while, Shu does drink to take his mind off things, especially when his music isn’t doing it for him, or his brothers have been too annoying.

🍷 Now, when it comes to vampires getting drunk, @liannelara-dracula and I have headcanoned that normal alcohol won’t do and that immortals need a special type of alcohol specifically from the demon world.

🍷 Here’s our post on alcohol in the demon world if you want to check it out.

🍷 With Shu is drunk, one can expect the unexpected because he totally peels away from acting like his usual self. It’s honestly a sight to see.

🍷 Shu has a habit of taking his clothes off when he’s drunk, mostly because the alcohol messes with his body temperature a lot and he ends up feeling all hot and sweaty.

🍷 Has walked around the house only in his underwear since he feels hot.

🍷 Even naked a few times, but this is pretty rare.

🍷 One time you were busy tending to your things and heard him come in, but to your surprise you turned around to see a smirking, naked Shu behind you.

🍷 Gasping, you turned around feeling caught off guard, saying, “Shu! W-what are you doing? P-put some clothes on!”

🍷 With his usual hazed voice, “It’s too much of a bother.”

🍷He even encourages you to join and get naked with him.

🍷“C’mon, Y/N.” He’d coax.

🍷“No!”

🍷“Heh, you say that yet your body says otherwise. Admit it, you’ve wanted to join me from the minute I came in.”

🍷“Shut up! I did not!” You’d defy.

🍷 Only becomes a sleepy drunk when he’s about to pass out from exhaustion, so you definitely have your hands full while dealing with him in his active drunk phase.

🍷And let’s just say, you end up chasing Shu around for a while to keep him out of trouble before he officially passes out.

🍷When he’s drunk, he wants to do so many things with you, like he has too much energy.

🍷"Y/N, let's cook something."

🍷"Why?"

🍷 "No reason."

🍷 It's canon that when Shu's drunk, he'll laugh until he cries if he sees something funny.

🍷 Like honestly, you could trip over something and this boi is laughing his ass off to the point of tears.

🍷 "Shu, I just tripped is all."

🍷 "Yeah, but it's the face you made though." He'd smirk, a laugh entailing soon afterward.

🍷 "Shut up."

🍷 Since you’re chasing him around to keep him out of trouble, he has a habit of picking you up and spinning you around for no reason.

🍷 Will pinch, spank, and touch your ass a lot, especially when you're not paying attention.

🍷 “Shu, quit it!”

🍷 “Who told you to be around me?” He’d smirk.

🍷 Will literally lick your ear out of nowhere just to get a reaction out of you.

🍷 Also likes to get into heated makeout sessions with you and loves leaving hickies on the back your thighs especially.

🍷 Becomes very suggestive about having sex with you on the living room couch.

🍷 Will sometimes pull you in to drink from you and claims that your blood is better than any alcohol.

🍷 But little do you know that him drinking blood only amps up his energy more when drunk, and like hell he’s going to tell you that.

🍷 If he goes into the kitchen, it’s very hard to keep him out of trouble.

🍷 Because he has so much energy, he has a habit of jumping up onto the table and starting to dance.

🍷 He even starts taking off his cardigan or whatever he’s wearing one piece at a time and has a move for each article of clothing he has on.

🍷 So dramatic lmao. xDD

🍷 And of course, he tells you to join him, but with Reiji’s china cabinets being around the table, you’re on pins and needles and want him to get out of there quickly before something breaks.

🍷 But to your dismay, Shu manages to grab you and pull you up onto the table to dance with him.

🍷 “Shu, we should stop. Reiji’s gonna get-,”

🍷 “Reiji who?” He’d say.

🍷 (Nice touch here @liannelara-dracula. Rei who? Lmao. xDD)

🍷 He even tries to take your clothes off while he’s up there with you.

🍷 “Shu!”

🍷 “What? I can’t be the only one without them.” He’d smirk.

🍷 But of course, it’s all fun and games until the table flips over and you both end up crashing into one of the china cabinets.

🍷 There goes Rei’s china xDD

🍷 Due to having so much energy, he turned one of the house's marble pillars into a stripper pole once.

🍷 Don't ask me how. xDD

🍷 “Shu, stop it! Your brothers might walk in.”

🍷 “Then let’s give them a show.” He’d smirk, pulling you in to join.

🍷 Likes to play tag with you when he's drunk and he's not fair about it.

🍷 Loves to chase you and uses his vampire powers even though you two decided not to since it wouldn’t be fair. But does he ever follow rules lmao?

🍷 Is also into playing hide and seek with you, and of course, is he fair? No.

🍷 “Loser has to do whatever the winner wants.”

🍷 “Fine.” You’d say, agreeing to his terms.

🍷 “If I win, we’re doing it on the roof.”

🍷 “Shu!”

🍷 And he makes damn sure that you lose.

🍷 In hide and seek, he likes to play the seeker, it’s the dog in him since he loves to scare you when he’s sure he’s found you.

🍷 Asshole.

🍷 Going back to his drunken state, at some point, Shu is going to run out of energy.

🍷And when this happens, he tells you to carry him around.

🍷 So with this, you end up helping him up the stairs to go to his room, but because all his weight’s on you, it’s kinda hard to help an a 5’11 dude up the stairs.

🍷 And because he’s so out of it, he ends up tripping and falls down the stairs with you, landing on top of you as a result.

🍷 “Shu, get up! You’re . . . you’re heavy.” You’d say, trying to catch your breath after the impact of the fall.

🍷 Reiji would appear out of nowhere, quickly asking, “What is all this commotion?”

🍷 “Um, sorry, Reiji.” You’d apologize, feeling awkward in this state since it was in front of Reiji. “Shu's a little out of it.”

🍷 “This is completely inappropriate, even for you.” The magenta eyed vampire would complain.

🍷 Upon hearing this, Shu would pipe up saying, “Huh, proves how much fun you have with a woman.”

🍷 “Shu, stop it!” You’d say, trying to ease a potential argument since you knew him and Reiji didn’t get along.

🍷 Reiji would sigh, finding this atrocious and not wanting to deal with him, remarking sternly before heading off. “See to it that he returns to his room. This house can't bear any more interruptions.”

🍷 When you finally manage to get him to his room, you figure having him relax would help put him at ease since he is running out of energy.

🍷 So with this, you coax him to settle down to take a bath, but of course he has to twist things.

🍷 “Fine, but only if you join.”

🍷 “Shu!”

🍷 Because you were out of energy yourself, having him bathe in his clothes was just fine.

🍷 And even when you managed to get him into the tub, it still wasn’t enough for him, his hand reaching for your wrist as he’d pull you into the tub with him, getting you soaking wet.

🍷 “Shu, look what you’ve done! I’m all wet!”

🍷 “Hm, I have that much of an effect on you and I’ve barely touched you.”

🍷 “Shut up!”

🍷 It’s canon that he likes to be dressed up by girls. It happened with Yui in one of the game routes.

🍷 So you can best bet that once you get his ass out of the tub, you’re the one dressing him since he’s lazy af.

🍷 Teases you endlessly while dressing him.

🍷 “Admit it, dressing me turns you on, doesn’t it?”

🍷 “Shut up!”

🍷 Since you’re soaking wet as well, he tells you to strip for him.

🍷 “What? Why keep them on? You can’t exactly go to sleep in those clothes.”

🍷 “Shu!”

🍷 When you finally get him to his bed, he’s honestly exhausted, but you’re honestly more exhausted than him.

🍷 But yet, he still persists on teasing you.

🍷 “So, are you up for it?”

🍷 “I’m tired, Shu. Let’s go to bed.”

🍷 “See? I knew you wanted to see me naked.”

🍷 “Knock it off!”

🍷 And when laying down with you, he’s still relentless in leaving you alone.

🍷 And since he’s famous for this, he has to clutch or spank your ass.

🍷 “Shu, stop!”

🍷 “You’ve been waiting for it all night. Stop lying.” He’d grin.

🍷 “Ugh!”

🍷 Ends up falling asleep with you in his arms because at some point he ends up becoming tired and softens up, leading him to be sincerely affectionate.

🍷 He blames his bruises on you the next morning, despite them being from the previous night when he fell down the stairs.

🍷 "See what you did? You couldn't control yourself."

🍷 "Shut up! You're the one that fell."

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #shu sakamaki #shuu sakamaki #sakamaki shu #sakamaki shuu #diabolik lovers shu #diabolik lovers shuu #anime #anime requests #anime headcanons #diaboys #dialovers #diahell #diabolik brothers

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aynsleywalker · 2 years

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Menu Options

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x GN!Reader

Summary: Something about the way Jack reads the menu does things for you.

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: T, established relationship, mentions of food obviously, suggestive behavior, mentions of past sexual behavior, one kiss (barely) - this is my first thing ever so please let me know if I missed anything, not sure what else I need to mention!

Notes: @prolix-yuy I don't know what happened. This happened and it's YOUR FAULT.

This is the first thing I've ever put up here, and I literally just feverishly typed this out on my phone sitting in my garage, so I'm sorry for all the mistakes. Hope I'm doing this right!!

@boliv-jenta it's not the Dieter thing, but I'm tagging you on my first thing ever!! @just-here-for-the-moment I finally did it.

GIF not mine - it's either from here or google!

-~**~-

“Hey, Sugar…?”

You hum softly in response to Jack's slow, distracted drawl, raising an eyebrow without lifting your gaze from your book. You’re still almost reading, but he has your full attention.

“What’s that show you’re always watchin’ when you're cleanin’?”

You do look up then, frowning slightly. “You might have to be a little more specific,” you smile, tilting your head in an attempt to see what he’s looking at on his phone. He isn’t the most technology-abled, and you’re suddenly very curious what trouble he’s getting himself into.

With your legs draped across his lap and his hands resting on your calves holding his phone it’s not the best angle to see the screen.

“The one with the smart kids,” he finally responds, one hand releasing his phone to absently stroke over his mustache before dropping to your knee, fingers drawing shapes up across your thigh as he studies his phone.

You can’t help but smile at his expression.

When the stoic, guarded, hard-ass Statesman Agent is relaxed, at ease, feeling safe in the comfort of home and your presence, calmed beneath some form of your touch – like now with the full weight of your legs pinning him to the sofa – he can be almost unnervingly expressive.

And his “concentrating” face is both incredibly adorable and infuriatingly sexy. You’re only catching a profile view now, but you have it memorized. The way his eyebrows draw together slightly, creating that little furrow between them, his eyes lighten slightly, a little swirl of cinnamon glinting in whatever lighting, showing his focus. His plush lips part beneath that perfectly trimmed mustache, looking absolutely kissable in the way they hang open, moving ever so slightly when he silently reads something he wants to remember.

“Are you talking about Big Bang Theory?” You finally ask, squirming slightly when his mindless touching moves his hand across your hips, following the waistline of your sweatpants.

“Yea, that’s the one,” he grins, his tone almost gleeful as he lifts his hand from you to snap his fingers and point at you, shifting his gaze to yours for a few seconds to give you the classic Jack Daniels charismatic wink.

“What about it?” you ask with a huff of a laugh, feeling a strange mixture of relief and something else when his hand returns to your hip.

“You know the place that blonde girl works at is real?” he murmurs, voice low and smoky as his gaze focuses on his phone again, clearly distracted.

“The Cheesecake Factory?” You can’t help the incredulous tone. Surely this man had to have known that. “Are you telling me you didn’t know The Cheesecake Factory is a real place, Jack? What are you even looking at?”

You grasp his upper arm to help you sit up enough to see his phone, feeling him flex his muscles beneath your hand, tensing his arm to hold you steady.

“Was lookin’ for someplace to get dinner,” he smiled, canting his head toward you to steal a quick brush of a kiss across your lips. “You know they got more than cheesecake?”

“Jack they order burgers on the show all the time,” you laugh, abandoning your book in favor of wrapping both arms around his. Now that you’re closer the scent of his cologne finds you, sweet and sharp, like bergamot and citrus, with hints of pine and leather. He smells like wide open fields filled with wildflowers, and the warmth of a blue sky on a summer morning.

You press your nose into his shoulder, watching his thumb move the menu along.

“It ain’t just burgers, Darlin’,” he smirks, his hand squeezing your thigh before gesturing to his phone. “I mean here, lookit this’un… ‘filet mignon, our most tender steak’. Or this, ‘Steak Diane, medallions of steak covered with black peppercorns an’ a rich mushroom wine sauce’. Ain’t even hearda that but it sounds real good, huh?”

You can barely manage an affirmative hum back, lifting your gaze to study his profile through your lashes, your brain short-circuiting slightly. What was happening? Was it in your mind or had his accent gone full Kentucky? Also, why was the way he was all but purring some of those words – doing – things to you?

You weren’t seriously getting turned on by listening to this man read a damn menu, were you?

Was this your life now?

Was this how smitten you were with the man?

“You’ve really never eaten there?” you ask, wetting your lips and letting your arms slide further around him, one hand toying with the buttons of the plaid shirt he wore.

“Darlin’ I’m tellin’ you I didn’ know it was real. Just found it on here.”

“Well we should try it then. They really do have good cheesecake.” You clear your throat softly, letting two fingers slip into a gap between buttons of his shirt, ghosting your fingertips feather light across his bare chest. “What, uh… what else do they have?”

“You wanna take a look, Darlin’?” he offers, lifting his phone a little.

“Why don’t you just read a few more options,” you suggest, trying to make your tone as innocent as possible, but you know you’ve been caught when Jack lets the phone drop slightly, his body leaning back ever so slightly.

It’s absolutely no secret what his voice does to you. You’ve made that plenty clear in the bedroom on many occasions, especially when he’s away on missions and your voices are all the two of you have to work with.

“Read just a few more, huh, Darlin’?” he grins, his head turning toward you slowly as he raises an eyebrow at you. His expression has gone from concentration to absolutely sinful in a split second.

“I’m just very comfortable right now,” you shrug, drawing your lower lip between your teeth, trying to hide your smile.

“Uh huh, that so?” His hand moves from where it’s been resting on the outside of your thigh, sliding slowly to the inside of the other thigh, grazing up until his pinkie is dangerously close to turning it into more than just choosing dinner.

“Jack…” you warn, gesturing toward his phone with a tilt of your head.

“How ‘bout we look at desserts first?” He suggests, thumb moving across the screen. “Figure I’m plannin’ on havin’ mine before the meal anyway…”

“Jack…” You sigh his name this time, but it’s filled with love and amusement and just a touch of anticipation.

“This one sounds real good, Sweetheart… ‘Classic Basque Cheesecake… super creamy cheesecake with a delicious and unique burnt top covered in fresh berries’…” He lets his voice drop in register, finding that pitch that hits just right and finds its way into your body like silk, stroking your skin, caressing your bones right into the marrow itself. It thrums straight to very specific parts of you, the baritone making your breath hitch and your stomach drop out. “Like the sound’a that one baby?” he asks, fingers tightening into your thigh.

“Y-yea,” you breathe, fingers slipping out of his shirt to deftly pop open the first button.

“How ‘bout ‘Caramel Pecan Turtle Cheesecake… pecan brownie and caramel-fudge swirl cheesecake, topped with Caramel Turtle pecans and chocolate’…”

There it is.

That Southern accent hitting that very southern word.

Something about the way his honey thick, molasses slow, rich as confectioners sugar drawl hit the word pecan made your entire body tingle. Your hand twitches and the button you’re working on pops right off his shirt, flying across the room to skitter across the hardwood floor.

Jack watches it until it comes to a halt before fixing you beneath his gaze, his eyes darkening to a rich, heated mahogany.

“Maybe we oughta worry about dinner later, huh?”

“Yea, Jack, I think we oughta.”

Who would have thought The Cheesecake Factory menu would have led to one of the longest nights you’d had in a long, long time.

#Jack Whiskey Daniels x gn!Reader #Jack Whiskey Daniels #Agent Whiskey #Pedro Pascal characters

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s-hera · 2 years

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how are yoyu and CAN WE GET A PT2 OF STREAMER READER BUT WITH TOMAN(chifuyu, souya, draken, mikey plus shinichiro💗) AND THEYRE BOTH DATING AND 😍😍 YA ILYSM AND UR POSTS <33 i hope you win every 50 50 MWA MWA KISS KISS 💗💗

Ready player 1

~ Character. Chifuyu Matsuno, Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Sano Manjiro (Mikey), Shinichiro Sano.

~ tags. Fluff! Streamer s/o x tr character, Cursing, Fluff fluff to the point my heart almost melt while writing this.

~ an. this request is on my ask box for like more than 6 months lmaooo I'm Soo sorry to the one who requested thiss. Sorry for not including souya too, I'm not a fan yk hehe.

— One | Two —

Chifuyu Matsuno

peke j would interrupt your stream by going to your keyboard and looking at you.

Chifuyu would play with you sometimes though he's not so good at games.

Be prefer to read rather than to play<3

would read manga or even study while you stream.

Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

the first time he appeared to your stream your viewers are like " :O omg your bf is a hottie! But still...I'm gay for you, y/n!!!"

he actually wasn't surprised about the comments, he understands that you're pretty and sexy at the same time.

would actually support you on your contents!

isn't good at games that's why he would prefer to have chats to your followers and answer dumb questions.

Sano Manjiro

the plan was him staying lowkey...but he can't because he's a shit.

Why lowkey? Mf would literally try to steal the camera from you. HE MUST GET ALL THE ATTENTION THAT YOUR FOLLOWERS GIVE TO HIM.

But he ruined it by him passing by on your back and now your chat is asking you who tf passed by and shits. They even try to scare you.

then there you introduce him which you never intend to do.

now, instead of you streaming and playing...he's now talking for hours and keeping your chats alive :D

Shinichiro Sano

omg baby<33

he doesn't know shits but would learn them for you and would even buy his own set up.

if you ever cosplay someone, he'll cosplay the partner of that character too<3

idk but I feel like he'll like the idea of you sitting on his thighs while you play, doesn't doesn't like it when the camera is open tho...so he only do that when you're playing with no cam and not streaming.

your hoodies are from him too. When your chat noticed that you're wearing hoodies more often that's when they realize you have a bf, You always say to them that you don't like hoodies that much because it's heavy to wash and shits like that.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tr anime #tokyo rev x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #sano manjiro #shinichiro sano #ken ryuguji #chifuyu matsuno

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michelangelinden · 1 year

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One Line, Any Fic

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people

I was tagged by @sunsetcurbed (like a month ago, I'm sorry rip) (here is her post, definitely take a look!) and it looks like so much fun, so here we go!

I don't have 10 people to tag, so I'm just gonna do a couple (no pressure of course!): @legolasghosty @wr0temyway0ut @willexmagic @willexxmercer @kybee1497 @curvesomesunsets @fireflyingaway @caswellseyes and anyone else who want to!

Caress my cheek and leave traces of glitter (and hold me like I'm something precious)

If he weren’t so busy regretting his life choice, he probably would’ve fallen asleep again right here on the table.

2. Pretend-Fiancée and literal Partner-In-Crime (don't try to steal my watch again)

Alex is just about to give in to the tug, catching Willie’s eyes dropping down to his own lips, when the cardboard box the ring was stored in gives in to gravity and tumbles over the edge of the table to the ground with a dull thud

3. Between Chaos and Contentment (and a little Creativity)

Alex decides that five minutes under cold water is too long so he gets an ice cube wrapped in a paper towel instead, dripping water everywhere.

4. Whore /Affectionate

Then, because he feels kinda stupid, he hesitantly places his hands at the sides of Willie’s thighs, careful to not go too far towards butt-territory.

5. When I got to touch you, I touched the sun (just like I always wanted)

It wasn’t a conscious decision for Willie to look at Alex—Willie couldn’t look away anymore.

5. You think I'm cool? (Unfortunately, I do)

When Bobby tells Reggie to open his eyes again, he runs his thumbs underneath them one more time, checking if they’re even, and adding a little more on the left.

6. All the other People who tried (it had to be You)

“He looks murderous! He was looking at me like I was his breakfast!”

7. And I would kiss you if you wanted to (with my hand on your cheek)

Do not get attached to Willie.

8. Please tell me what you need (being sad is okay)

Bobby presses a quick kiss to Reggie’s lips, they are both calling their ‘good bye’s to Luke and Julie before Bobby pushes him out the door.

9. Don't come into a man's house and insult his shampoo (unless it's your boyfriend's)

“I-,“ Alex starts, calming down again, “yes, I will help you wash your hair.”

10. Rambo the Hamster (don't give Reggie a Cat)

“Oh, no, nothing, it’s just that this little guy here,” Alex pointed to the cat on his lap, “doesn’t really give off Rambo-vibes.”

#any guesses who my favourite character/ship is?#i don't think it's obvious at all /j #it's so fun to see the vibes of so many fic on one page #can definitely recommend doing this!!#linden writes stuff #linden answers asks

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 1 year

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 12 - The Depression pt 2. Episode 3.

------Andy's point of view-----

Andy: *I got up quickly as Congo's question fell. I walked to Evans bike and slowly picked it up, taking a quick look, but it was hard too see much in the darkness.* It looks fine… few scratches. But nothing I can't fix up *I smiled softly at both Congo and Evan.*

Congo: *He smiled softly back at me* Alright, you take Evan to the truck, and I will throw that sad thing up on the back of it *he pointed at the bike*

Andy: *I didn't disagree and let go of the bike as soon as Congo grabbed it, quickly making the few meters to Evan and reached a hand for him' Here, I'll help you up.

Evan: *He smiled somewhat apologizing and grabbed on to my hand, grunting lightly from pain as I dragged him up from the ground* Thank you.

Andy: *I chuckled hoarse* I'm not done with you! *Before he knew what was coming, I scooped one arm around his back, and one behind his thighs, lifting him up in my arms, Princess style and grinned at him cheekily* No way I will let you walk to the truck!

Evan: *He shook his head, but it was easy to see he was too tired to protest. He just leaned his head against my shoulder and let me carry him all the way to the truck*

Andy: *All the way home in the truck, he leaned his head on my shoulder, at a point I think he even managed to doze off. But as soon as we drove into the garage, he opened his eyes and stated protesting my intentions of carrying him again. I gave up one that debate, mostly cause Congo needed help getting the bike off the tuck again. Once Congo and I were done, I kissed him goodnight and agreed with him it was better I went to check on Evan instead of following Congo to bed, as I would do most nights. I went to the tv room first, but as the only sign of him was his muddy clothes on the floor, I quickly found my way to the bathroom. He had made himself a bath, and was soaking in the warm water. I undressed slowly.* Can I join you?

Evan: *He smiled softly* No. I prefer you just stand there and look pretty.

Andy: *I laughed loudly* Oh so sassy!

Evan: Yeah, who would have known you were contagious?

Andy: *I laughed again and was about to sink into the water as he pointed at the sink*

Evan: Andy… please grab my phone. There's something I wanna show you.

Andy: *I looked at him questioning, grabbed the phone and handed it to him, then let myself slowly sink into the warm water, sitting opposite him, facing him with a soft smile* So what is it you want to show me? Dick pics?

Evan: *Somewhat blushed*

Andy: *My voice came out way more exited than intended* It IS dick pics, isn't it?

Evan: Uh… in some ways, yeah…

Andy: Can't say I didn't become very eager at this point… and so did my rising boner.

Evan: I uh…. Gaby and I bumped into each other tonight… uh… I don't know if you remember that night in February where we were at that cemetery?

Andy: *I thought to myself how the fuck could I forget that?! It was night, it was foggy, it was quite mild in the weather for February, only a bit chilly. We were drunk, and suddenly a devil had flown into Evan, not literally, I'm just painting a picture here… And he ended up fucking my brains out, right there on the dirty ground of the cemetery. And sorta also against some old grave stones… and would I be really horrible if I said on top of one as well? Fuck that shit was fucking hot! I bit my lips just by the thought of it. Feeling my temperature rise.*

Evan: Andy?

Andy: *Maybe the hottest thing was in fact that when we were done, and we headed out of the cemetery, we had bumped into Gaby and George, they were out for a night stroll…. and it was clear to see in their sneaky facial expressions that they had not only heard us, but damn well also seen us. Would I be really bad if I told you it had only turned me on even more?*

Evan: ANDY! I'm talking to you!

Andy: *I chuckled hoarse* Sorry. Yeah, I do remember… of course *I smiled cheekily at him and once again bit my lip*

Evan: *He blushed lightly and looked at his phone* Gaby…. she uh… she told me that uh… that she took some pics of us that night…. you know… us uh…. *he blushed even more*

Andy: She did what?!?! *My level of excitement made several litres of what splash over the edge of the tub and down on the floor as I tried to grab the phone, almost drowning both the phone, Evan and I in the process*

Evan: Hey hey! Careful now! And let me finish please!

Andy: *I sighed deeply* Alright alright…

Evan: *He shook his head* Anyway… I was having a talk with Gaby, about you and me… my parents… and about uh… you know *he blushed bright red and I can't say I didn't enjoy being able to make him blush like this*

Andy: Us having sex?

Evan: Yeah *he nodded softly*

Andy: Gay sex…

Evan: Shut up will you?! *He aggressively splashed water at me, and I couldn't help but laugh loudly* I'm not gonna tell you if you don't pull yourself together now! *It's safe to say I shut up right there, and as he frowned I couldn't help but feel proud he finally seemed to open up to someone.* So… I talked with Gaby, about you and I…. having sex… and how I like when you sometimes… you know… touch me there…. and when you… *he cleared his throat and fumbled nervous with his phone* When you… use your finger inside me.

Andy: *I knew where he was going, but hearing him say it out loud drove me insane. We had only done that a few times by now, but as far as I had understood, he had liked it every time. I nodded softly* Go on please…

Evan: *He smiled shyly and cleared his throat once again* I uh… started telling her about how I the first time you did that to me… you know, on the vacation with you and Congo… at the beach house… in the end of February… *Oh god yes, I knew what he meant, and couldn't help but bite my lips again* I liked it… don't get me wrong… but it was still early in our relationship… and I was still sorta scared you would change your mind about me…. That I wouldn't be enough for you or… I don#t know… it seems stupid now after my talk with her. But I was sorta afraid you would come to your senses and figure you didn't love me anyway…. or something like that. *He looked at me in an apologizing way* I'm sorry I doubted you… it was not really your fault, I was just very insecure. Well I still am with some things… this is still new for…

Andy: Evan… I know. Don't apologize, please *I smiled softly* Don't worry about it okay? Just go on… please.

Evan: *He sighed softly* Well, she assured me I didn't have anything to be worried about back then. Cause she had already known way before our trip that our love was already… and this was her words… blossoming strongly *he chuckled softly and shook his head* Yeah, that was her words. Anyway… she said she had proof. And when I asked her what proof she was talking about, she made me swear I wouldn't get angry. And then…. uhm… she showed me the pics she had taken that night…. in the cemetery. She had later transferred them from her camera to her phone, in case she would need them as proof one day. *He cleared his throat again and dried a bit of sweat of his forehead before continuing* Uh… she said that although most of the pictures were just plain fucking… in various positions, it was clear towards the end that it was more than basic needs. We had gotten closer, and at the end started embracing each other during the sex act. And afterwards, we had not only been kissing for at least 15 minutes, but also gotten more and more loving and cuddling towards each other. And as Gaby said… the love was unmistakeably surrounding the cemetery.

Andy: *I kept starring at him for a while, not knowing whether to cry or hump him. I was just so overwhelmed by the whole damn thing. But in a good way. A very good way.*

Evan: *He smiled shyly and handed me the phone* If you want to have a look?

Andy: Fuck yeah! *I grabbed the phone eagerly* I thought you would never ask! *A few minutes later I had gone through the pictures twice. And if I didn't know better, I would say that Gaby was the new chief photographer at a porn magazine. Cause man those pics were not only explicit, but also some of the hottest I had ever seen! But she was right. The last few of them, was Evan and I… deeply in love. It was written all over our bodies and faces. So tender. So much love. All the way back in the beginning of February. I couldn't believe it. Well, I knew already then that I was deeply in love with him. Heck I knew that already in December! But that he was that much in love with me already? I didn't have any words for it. So I did the only thing my mind could come up with, except me once again crying like the little bitch I am…. I let his phone fall to the floor, safely landing on a soft dry towel. Grabbed his wrists and pulled both of us out of the bath tub. And before he could get to say a word, I grabbed his ass, lifted him up against the bathroom wall, pinned his back against it, kissing him greedy as I got a better grip on him. Then I carried him to bed, sitting on my hips with his legs around me, kissing him wildly, as if I wanted to devour him. Threw him on the bed, and crawled on top of him, twirling my wet fingers over his hole, making him relax as he moaned in my mouth. And then, just as I let one of my fingers slide inside him, he came with a loud moan. Damn that was some good pictures!!!*

#unicornmanes #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Evan Thompson #Congo Shaw

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only-lonely-lovers · 5 months

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08.05.2022

tags: intercrural, rough sex

notes: there's a bit of a silly prelude, then devolves into a more severe AmaTsuka scene. this is PART 1, the rest continues in PART 2.

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

つ：my little background visual in my brain is. amane fucking tsukasa's thighs. i wasn't even trying to… imagine this. i was just incidentally mentioning it as a concept while trying to make my point earlier…. but since then its been like. oh… wait…. i… didn't think about this…. yet…..

あ：……… the. how serendipitous. this is literally where i've been at today What positions………

つ：falling asleep I'm like ah….. [envisions it]…… hmmnrnr tsukasa on his back w legs up…. playfully. escalating to sortof pushing knees to his chest and fucking downwards…..

あ：what the hell literally this is the same as my mental image… I doodled tsukasa in kimono only the other day and i was like mrahhg………..

つ：starting with the distance of legs up…. sortof kept at bay… held by, calf, or ankle, or something… maybe a hand lower to stabilize. but eventually wanting to rut harder… and if its against his chest, cock can also contact like, stomach area… as well it would then mean he will come right against his kimono front…. which is such a visual. only when tsukasa unfolds like a chair will it be like…. ah came all over, his stomach+thighs. arugurghg

well. I'm glad I cursed us both. in my attempting to vent about things. I remembered thigh fuck exists.

あ：[my brain steaming like fish since remembering it as an option]

つ：its a good way to feel like…. someone is just being used.

あ：I still be thinking about this drawing

It's one of those. like. urghhhh. I'm thinking about ittttt

つ：temptressssssss you create a situation where nene and tsukasa could both be on back legs up thighs exposed to torment amane💢

あ：make a guy SO angry like ough. fuhrhgjkflds dh!! F!!!!!!!!!!

つ：tsukasa is like hey nene do this with me watch like this

あ：this will be fun. tehe ❤️

つ：amane: ohhhh i'm so mad. about you tsukasa… i'm going to fuck my girlfriend and NOT you so i wont be so mad i'll just-- i'll just come so much from her, PUSSY, thank you [spongebob voice] I don't need otherwise

あ：THESE ARE NOT THE SAME THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but like the humor that amane cannot fathom in fucking nene soooo hard in situations like this like make her pussy bleed To her its just like jesus

つ：ah no. the. it like bleeds into her. its like she absorbs the tsukasa fuck spiritually she has to take both. i'm sorry girl. he really should space these things out. tsukasa simply eats the energy from the air like a filter feeder. absorbs the excess stink

あ：[grabs her throat as a result of this all] moouuu yamete kudasai. PLEASE JUST HAVE SEX WITH YOUR BROTHER AS WELL like the sex is good my love but doesnt it seem like …. you could just have sex with both of us

つ：as a result of this you've harmed nene enough she can't fuck you for days after. tore something

now what. we'll. just play. cards. [everyone just sitting around for 3 days playing cards]

あ：i think sometimes its like, nene has a bruised and sore throat and torn pussy and is limping [cards shuffling in the silence] again aoi is like: honey. get help

つ：like hanako-kun i can't go home like this multiple days in a row…. we have to take a break….! ok…. for real

あ：I can't risk my parents seeing this… UNDERSTAND!! the idea of tsukasa just kind of silent through this all like not even saying anything. but like :)

つ：cards is fun (: wouhhh i won!

あ：n_n

つ：nene can't sit right. hisses if her ass contacts the floor.

あ：stuck like this all day

i was just staring at this animation earlier. but delighting in nene being trapped with this

つ：a useful visual

____________________

あ：sometimes i think about hanako hunting down tsukasa in the middle of the night in the school like a serial killer

つ：kl;jfkdl;gfl

あ：idk how else to describe it

つ：i will find you cursor. and i will eat you

あ：but yeah i think of hanako sometimes having to like. hunt down tsukasa. this thing where, like, by tsukasa respecting your space and not. being around you 24/7. means you do have to like go find him. our joudais bumping into each other or something

つ：ah its so funny for tsukasa to have laid bait out days ago…..

あ：

and then when i do i look like this

つ：what i'm gonna do to you i don't want nene around to see.

あ：mm…. yeah. she shouldnt see or hear this one

つ：thats when you know its gonna be (?) good (?)

あ：there are some things even tsukasa doesnt know❤️ anything could happen

つ：he just starts something. you never know. I'm sure sometimes it fizzles off. there is a more subdued version of this all where hanako really just nurses his ego for days and cuddles nene excessively and is sad he hurt her. and then there's versions its like 💢 why'd you…. why

wincing to see nene wince…. frustrated with. himself. remembering his own being rough with her… maybe taking a day to apologize to her… just. sorry….. I don't want to treat you like that…………………………..I'll work on it…. she's very pitying of him.

but what he means by work on it is like. fine. I'll release the demon, away from her, … sometimes. … I can't let it build up to this… level…..

あ：I think sometimes it can genuinely feel… mmm triggery, trigger-lite, stomach twisting in having let feelings reach such a state. Truly at war with own sadist brain, I think it feels so good in the moment that it's difficult to observe the aftermath, again that feeling of 'what's wrong with me…' my delicate, alive, human girlfriend, why am I not more careful with her and mindful of her whole life. She's not like us crazy supernaturals rghhh… like I could for real damage her spine or something if I was careless. stupid. [bonk]

Some days, feeling like, "it's happening again." i'm watching everything line-up for it to happen again. Oh but in that case I think it's even more like… [wants to shake tsukasa like a ragdoll] hey. fucking…. watch it

つ：it is painful to reflect on enjoying and indulging self…. you look back on it and. you ARE. being selfish. Nene is foolish and patient…. too much so. you can't let her get away with putting herself in this position all the time…..

I think she DOES enjoy getting to 'access' that intensity, feeling like it's not 'exclusive'….. but she's also simply a human girl. its relieving it isn't only 'for tsukasa'…. b. but. my bones

あ：the price to pay is her bone health

つ：i always think of amane as refusing to do anything solo with tsukasa…. for a long time. like it's dangerous…. unwilling to be, alone with tsukasa, basically. it feels taboo as it is, in canon. its why i'm so curious about the liminal space of tsukasa poofing nene away and being there for even just a minute….

it feels like. he can't stick around. you know. as it is…. even in the threeway, I imagine the 'norm' is that tsukasa can show up during school hours, while nene is there, play around, and disappear when she does, leaving hanako alone. we aren't roommates. i go to my room❤️

seeking him out like a serial killer feels like hmmmmmmmmmm…..? a new event…. [feels like a kid in trouble…. 💔]

あ：Exactly, yeah, as I see it, Tsukasa is like <3 I will be in my roost… In most circumstance, i even imagine the very inception of it all has to be that Nene herself pursued drawing out Tsukasa and was the catalyst for more -- on his own, he's very good boy, stays in hiding in the broadcast room. Shh…..

In a way I think it would be a hack for Nene specifically to want to see Tsukasa, who himself would see no reason to deny her that. She's like his tether to this situation, Nene wants me here and Amane allows me here. hehueue

I do think it's like highly forbidden to be alone together, especially after school hours, even. like, platonically. which is why I really enjoy the vibes, whether it's them on the roof talking quietly or something like. Hanako menacingly drifting down the halls

It's… a Hanako submitting that he is about to do something crazy and he is walking towards something bad. Losing my mind doing something bad to myself etc

つ：a scant platonic moment on a roof, or something, extremely rare events… tsukasa would possibly observe amane wandering the halls at a distance. heke….? ooohh what's he looking fooooor….? [for a while a looney tunes bit]

[amane rummaging floating about looking around corners and tsukasa a few paces behind him around other corners like o.o] wow, he's really adament…! must be important

あ：He has this serious air about him…..

つ：I can't sit anywhere, he'll totally run into me and get mad. if i were stationary he would have run into me naturally… is he not realizing that?

あ：Supernatural loose in the school…?

つ：IS there something… i should look for something too ig maybe a thing…. a bugge

あ：[gets horny thinking about amane pausing and just saying, aloud: tsukasa.]

つ：yyheeaaaahhh i also. thought of th. the moment he even under his breath…. is like… uugh… sigh… tsukasa…… its like ‼️

あ：bring him to me.

つ：IT WAS ME????????????⁉️ why does he want to find me? naruhodo…. except not at all!

あ：the tsukasa with 0 memories

つ：well that explains why this is a never-ending goosechase. is it really for me, though…..❔ whai…. hmm… i guess i should let him find me…. maybe….. ……………………………………………………………… maybe i should wait to hear him say it again👉👈 just one more time…!

あ：this is what it feels like to be like . ugh. beckons my brother to rape him

つ：ah. he

gets gooooosebumps hearing Amane call his name a little louder… ah but it clearly comes out of him like pulling teeth… amane thinking, you better… show up…. before i lose all interest. ugh. i'm second-guessing, you know….

あ：Longer, more drawn out sigh. hands hooked behind back, working wrist

Like… come on. It can't be that I sank this low AND I'm going to get rejected. Get cold feet. I won't look at you for a month straight if you do this to me. I'll create a salt circle around the bathroom.

[thinking all of this…. tightens jaw.] [growls.] Tsuu. Kasa. [muttering] last chance.

つ：ah poor Tsukasa… would-- feel like-- he can't-- actually jump out at amane, or something, that would ruin this, he'll get mad.. reduced a bit to 4 year old brain. a little panicked like ahouuh wait how do i do it [executive dysfunction] h-how do i let him find me but not surprise him… UHM…-- I KNOW--- [PRETENDS TO FALL OVER IN THE DISTANCE AND CLATTERS DESKS ALL AROUND]

its so like if i run and tackle him he wont like that, and, he may stop looking soon, but i cant go and put myself into his line of sight,,, i need him to find me organically,, i need to pretend ive been, busy, ouuauahhh

funny to put amane in a situation anyway to have to like RUN TOWARDS jump out of bed.

あ：Yes fhdhgh… the funny thing is, for all of Tsukasa's overthinking, i don't think. Amane is thinking about it at all, it's like, [sees the flourish of hakama] [blood in the water style] [i fucking come at you]

(~link to PART 2 down here for convenience~)

#22 #ghosties #i #+

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wannabevampire · 2 years

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Fun idea: Druig LOVES eating pussy and gets messy as hell with it. He’ll eat her out through her panties and tease the fuck out of her, then he takes them off and literally eats her out until she’s crying from overstimulation before he fucks her

That’s my angel.

oh 100%

that man takes his time. end of discussion.

totally went off topic! my bad <3

druig x fem!reader

dom!druig (hard dom but he has his moments <3)

sub!reader (bratty-ish)

warnings: degradation & humiliation (i am mean it’s me so that’s a given at this point..but this one is particularly degradation heavy!), orgasm delay + overstimulation, spit kink, crying (in a good way!), dacryphilia, spanking, use of restraints, pet names (mainly angel, puppy is also used!), mind control 😵‍💫, uhhh boot riding? idk how to tag that, dumbification! might be forgetting something?? idk

reblogs are very much appreciated!! :D

sorry if this sucks 🤧 i’m feeling a little off? hopefully it’s okay!!

18+ MDNI!!!!!!! no minors. fuck off plz <3

Druig. Druig. Druig pay attention to me please. Hey Druig please-

You thought over and over and over again. Knowing that he was reading your mind. He always did when you were being a brat (or as he sometimes liked to call it ‘a pain in the ass’). So he could monitor you behavior without having to give you the attention you so desperately craved, but had yet to deserve.

You'd been begging to get fucked dumb the entire day. Distracting him while he's working, being a total brat, and constantly teasing him.

But he refused to give in. No matter how turned on he was or how badly he wanted to put you in your fucking place, he was going to make you wait for it.

He finished up his work and stretched before heading to the bedroom you both shared. You were sitting there waiting for him. Your feet tucked under you and your hands resting gracefully in your lap. Looking like gods blue print for a innocent, obedient, submissive, little angle.

You smiled sweetly at him and cocked your head to the side playfully. Flashing him your puppy dog eyes, as if daring him to treat you like anything other than a good girl.

He looked you up and down before nodding approvingly and walking over to the closet. You watched confusedly as he simply went about business as though everything was normal.

He discarded his jacket, hanging it up before shutting the door and turning to face you again.

The look in his eyes was intense, almost angry.

He continued starring at you as he unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolled them up so the fabric bunched around his forearms. He undid a few buttons at the top of his chest, allowing him a bit more freedom. He relished in the sensation and stretched his neck. Letting out a groan of satisfaction.

The noises he was making mixed with the fact that you'd been turned on all day was driving you absolutely wild. You yearned to reach out, grab him, and kiss until the two of you had no choice to fall apart. To liter his neck with kisses and bite marks. You wanted to tug on his hair so he would make those wonderful little gasps that set your heart on fire.

You shifted from your spot, flipping your legs around so they dangled from the side of the bed, preparing yourself to stand and face him.

"I'm sorry who the fuck told you you were allowed to move?"

Druig snapped at you, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"W-what?" You stammered, extremely confused.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. His harsh words and cruel behavior had you causing you to feel ashamed…and extremely turned on.

Tears threatening to fall and thighs rubbing together expectantly.

"God you really are stupid? Need me to spell it out for you baby?"

A grin beginning to tug at his upper lip. He began to undo his belt, and you waited patiently. Knowing that you were certainly about to be fucked until you forgot what language you were suppose to be speaking and the only words you could remember were "yes sir" and "Druig".

But instead on throwing his belt on the back of his desk chair like he always did. He folded it in half and stalked closer to you. His foot steps echoing loudly across the room. You hadn't realized how silent everything had been until the only things left to be heard was the rhythmic fall of Druig’s boots hitting the floor, the steady increase of your breath, and the whimpers that fell for your lips and flooded the air, filling him with excitement.

“You spent the entire day whoring yourself out. Acting like a brain dead slut, which you are by the way and I’m glad to see you’re embracing it, And now you want to pretend like you’re innocent? Angel, don’t you want to finish what you started?”

You stared at him, your eyes wide as you tried to gather your thoughts enough to muster a semi-decent reply.

He tilted his head mockingly, the look in his eyes was intense and his demeanor became darker.

“God, look at yourself. I have yet to lay a finger on you and you’re already ruined. You’re so fucking pathetic, I love it.”

Druig said, his voice had dropped a few octaves but it was clear it wasn’t a conscious decision. You just did that to him. You brought out parts of him he hadn’t even know existed.

His head was swimming with thoughts of you. His mind focused on one thing and one thing only, ruining you.

You’re brain felt fuzzy. All you could focus on was him. The sound of his voice, his intoxicating presence, you were drunk off him. Completely enamored, utterly in love with, and incredibly turned on.

All for Druig.

He made you dizzy with lust. You cocked your head to the side, mirroring him. Your current headspace leaving you slightly confused as to what he wanted you to do.

He laughed at this. He loved the way you always tried to please him, no matter what. Trying desperately to obey him even when you had no idea what he was asking for.

“Would you look at that? So obedient for me, aren’t you?”

He sighed happily as you nodded quickly, your eyes looked hazy and slightly tearful.

“You just don’t know what to do with yourself. Do you? Need me to do everything for ya huh puppy. Not a single thought in that dumb little brain of yours.”

You were itching to reach out and touch him. Images of you clinging onto him as you rut yourself against him. His thigh, his abs, his bicep, his boot- the image changed. But one thing remained the same in every frame.

You were desperate for him, and he was making you work for it.

You saw Druig’s smile and immediately realized he was reading your thoughts. Skimming through your memories as if they were the morning paper.

Well, At least now he knows what you want and he can give it to you! You thought.

“Oh puppy you really have learned nothing. You think I’m gonna go easy on you? Think I’m gonna give in and hand you everything you want on a silver platter?”

His laughter was almost cruel.

“Angel, I’m going to ruin you. Just like you’ve been begging me to. And when you get to that point where you’re crying and shaking and telling me it’s too much, I want you to remember that you’re the one who asked for this. So sit there, be good for me, and remember your fucking place.”

He walked toward you slowly as he said this. Sizing you up and playing mindlessly with the belt in his hands. Trying to decide if he should cuff you, spank you, or both.

A whimper escaped your lips as his eyes glowed gold and suddenly your minds-eye was filled with various scenarios of yourself and Druig.

…

You were tied to the bed, your wrists bound and fastened securely to the headboard. Held together with his belt, which was wrapped tightly enough to remind you of your place but not so much that it was painful. Besides your arms the rest of your body wasn’t confined in any way. Though you were naked and vulnerable especially, in the presence of Druig who was still fully clothed (minus his jack and belt).

He never liked to tie your legs down. Watching you squirm and twist around as he overstimulated you to the point of tears was one of his favorite parts. He liked knowing he could hold you down with nothing more than a few words and his own strength. No need for ropes or mind control.

However, he did like keeping your hands cuffed. It kept you from moving around too much, and reminded you that he was in charge. Plus you looked adorable crying and begging for him, knowing that you’d never be able to ‘escape’ on your own. And the feeling that accompanied observing the way you practically flew to him the second he released you was like no other.

The way you’d cling to him, whimpering and grasping onto any part of him that you could. Memorizing the feeling of his skin. Running your hands through his hair. Burying your face in the crook of his neck as you whimpered, your tears staining his shirt. As he held you and kissed every part of you until you laughed and pulled him up crashing your lips together. He could taste the salt of your tears and you could still taste yourself on his lips.

…

You gasped and blinked rapidly as you were thrown back into reality.

He was closer now, his eyes still shimmering slightly with gold.

You shifted nervously under his gaze. Your skin rubbing against the cold wood beneath you. Wait, wood? How did you need up here?

You were on the floor, looking rather disheveled and pathetic. Your eyes were filled with tears that had yet to fall, and your thighs were covered in your own arousal (which was now dripping onto the floor beneath you, an act that Druig would have a little too much fun with when discovered).

You stared up at him. Confused, and desperate.

He was leaning against a small wooden desk, standing directly across from you. His legs were crossed nonchalantly, the heel of his boots digging into the floor as he rested the majority of his body weight back upon the little table. He was twisting the belt in his hands knowingly. With a raised eyebrow and a smile that never wavered he looked you in the eye and said:

“You liked that didn’t you? You want it right now angel?”

Your face screwed up in confusion, there was no way in hell he was going to make it this easy. But still, he stayed calm. Eerily calm. He had yet to break eye contact.

“Well? Speak up puppy. Use your big girl words and ask for what you want. Or are you too stupid to remember manners?”

He scoffed and tilted his chin upwards slightly. He looked (and felt) like your superior, he was.

Well here goes nothing!

“I want you to-”

He sighed loudly, cutting you off.

“Wrong! I know I say this a lot but jesus, you really are just my little fuck toy. Nothing else. It’s all you’re good for really. Can’t even beg properly. You know what happens when you don’t listen to me angel. Wanna see another scenario? You might not like this one that much, but I’m gonna fucking love it. Ya never no though, you always have been my little whore.”

“No wait! Please just touch me, or…or fuck me! Please Druig! Sir I need you-”

“Bit too late for that, aye princess?”

“Dru-” But you were cut off.

His eyes flashed gold again and suddenly you were transported into to another scenario.

…

The smooth texture of the wooden desk felt cool and grounding against your face. The feeling of leather snapped against your skin, leaving marks in its wake. You were bent over his desk, the papers around you mixed together haphazardly and threatening to the slip off the side and on to the floor below you.

You gasped and whimpered as he spanked you with his belt. Hard enough to leave bruises. Pain so sweet it was pleasurable.

You could feel the stinging pain as he brought his hand down again. You could taste the salt of your tears that had run down your cheeks and onto your lips. You could hear his voice and the words it carried, a wonderful mixture of praise and humiliation.

“20.”

Druig said as he brought the leather belt down one last time. Leaving you shaking with relief, though a twisted part of you still craved more.

He could sense this, your mind always was so easy for him to read. Especially when you were in this type of headspace. All floaty, without a thought in the world except him. Druig, your Druig. Your mind was practically inviting him to invade your subconscious.

Which was currently trying very hard to suppress the fact that you wanted more.

‘cute’ He thought to himself.

And brought his hand down one last time, though he did so quiet softly. Leaning over you, your body bent over the desk, he brought his face next to yours. And after gently brushing a strand of hair out of the way, whispered:

“You think so fucking loudly. I know what you want angel, I know you want more. But you’ve gotten enough of those for tonight pretty girl.”

Druig knew your limits, even the ones you tried to pretend didn’t apply to you. But he wasn’t done with you yet.

He pulled up up and twisted you around. You were sitting on the edge of his desk now, one of his legs slotted in between yours. He looked at you for a few moments, letting his gaze examine every inch of your skin. He smiled softly before kissing you passionately. You immediately deepened the kiss and after a few moment of calculated self control you threw caution to the wind and began grinding yourself against his thigh.

He pulled away and looked down at you. You were too far gone. Despite being disconnected from the kiss your hips continued to rut against his thigh. Chasing pleasure so close you could almost taste it. Tears fell down your cheeks and moans flooded the air. He cupped your face in his hand, stroking your cheek lovingly.

Then his eyes began to glow golden. And before you knew it you were pushed to the ground. Druig’s hand wrapped tightly around a portions of your hair as you stared up at him. Mouth opened wide obediently. You felt distantly aware of the fact that your hips had yet to stop moving despite not being on his thigh anymore. You were grinding against his boot, desperately praying for your orgasm to arrive soon.

You truly were a sight for sore eyes. Druig thought to himself as took you in.

Your eyes were blood shot, cheeks tear stained, lips red and swollen from bite marks and stolen kisses.

One hand was wrapped firmly around his thigh, grounding you as you rutted desperately against his boot. The other arm reached up, holding onto his hand tightly. A reminder that no matter how real the things he says i’m scenes like these sound, you’re always his beautiful perfect girl. And he wouldn’t trade you for anything in the entire universe.

Druig tugged your hair back, though his intense gaze was what caused you to halt your movements not the pain.

“I love you angel.” He whispered.

“I love you Druig.” You whispered back.

He stroked your cheek affectionately before moving his hand around and pushing his thumb past your lips. He raised an eyebrow expectantly and you opened your mouth wider.

He bent down and spit in your mouth. You swallowed it eagerly, causing him to smile widely.

“Atta girl.”

…

“So which ones it gonna be puppy?”

He smiles at your answer.

Letting his serious façade slip slightly in the process. Looking at you with pure adoration.

“Atta girl.”

He tilted his head down briefly and gave you a look that asked ‘are you okay? can we keep going?’.

You smiled and eagerly nodded. He winked at you and blew you a kiss. But just a soon as the glimpse of affection crossed his faces it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He slipped effortlessly back into an intense expression. His eyes darkening as he re-adjusted himself into his former position. His change in demeanor immediately caused you to squirm, you could practically feel the dominance rolling off him. And you became hyper aware of the belt. An observation which Druig quickly picked up on.

He let out a cold laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. You watched as he extended his right hand (the one not currently holding the belt menacingly) and beckoned your forward.

It took you a moment to register. Which annoyed Druig slightly and he demonstrated this by snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor in front of him. Ordering you to come closer.

You quickly scrambled in an attempt to stand up and walk towards him. An action that was met with a scoff of disapproval. Before you knew it Druig’s eyes were flowing gold again and you felt yourself stumble and fall back to the floor. You mindlessly situated yourself into the position you’d been in previously.

You let out a whine of confusion and desperation. The tears that had been gathering steadily on your bottom lashes taking this an open invitation to fall down your cheeks. Leaving you crying and whimpering.

You just wanted to be good for him.

He laughed again, earnestly this time, when he saw how fucked out and pathetic you looked. He had yet to lay a finger on you and yet you were dripping for him.

“You wanna try that again?”

Huh? Again?

Your confusion must have been evident as he simply raised an eye brow and gestured to the space in front of him.

Oh?

Oh.

He smiled, when he saw the look on your face. A clear indication to the fact that you did indeed understand what he was talking about.

“Good to see there are still a few brain cells left in that dumb little head of yours.”

He sighed happily and tilted his head, mock-lovingly.

“Now crawl.”

…

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— personal punishment

pairing : nanami kento / fem reader

word count : 1.8k

tags : pnp, degradation, authority kink, office sex, semi-public sex, boss / secretary, nanami literally being the sexiest man to ever live and breathe

warnings : nsfw, power imbalance

summary : He couldn't expect you to be perfect—but he could definitely expect you to pay for each imperfection in more ways than one.

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you couldn't exactly say you weren't proud of your performance today.

for one, you'd come into the office late, knowing that your penalties would be formally waived by your boss but well aware that you would have to face his own personal punishment. it was just your luck that this very day was the most busy the office had been all month, leaving you running papers back and forth from your boss' office for hours, nearly tripping over your own heels three times too many before you even reached your lunch break, praying that you weren't screwing anything else up in your frantic rush.

but before you could even think about escaping the confines of the office building to make up for your missed breakfast at a cafe nearby, your boss was already calling back into his office. you already knew exactly why he was requesting your presence, fear and anticipation immediately tangling into a heavy knot in the pit of your stomach. but still you went, obediently as you always did, keeping your head low as you passed your coworkers in the hall.

your fate had been sealed the moment you made a mistake, the same outcome that had been repeating for months now each time you made an error, whether it was as small as not taking the trash out from the waste bin when it was too full for his liking to something as grievous as spilling his morning coffee all over one of his pristine white button-ups. for any and all errors, you were certain to face this punishment.

the position you were in wasn't unfamiliar, bent over nanami's desk, pencil skirt hiked all the way up to your waist with your underwear around your knees, completely at the mercy of the man caging you in with his body from behind.

"if you keep making all that noise, you're going to end up getting us both fired." he growled, voice low in your ear, one hand still pressed firmly over the center of your back, forcing your chest down onto his desk. the other was occupied between your legs, two thick fingers plunging mercilessly into your needy cunt as you struggled to hold in every whimper and moan each snap of his wrist drew from the back of your throat.

"'m s-sorry, s-sir..!" you barely managed to breathe out, nails beginning to scrape at the edge of the wooden tabletop, teeth digging almost painfully into your bottom lip.

"'sorry' doesn't even begin to fix everything you've fucked up today," his stern tone persisted, ribs aching between the pressure of the heel of his palm and the hard desk, "you know just how much stress i've been under and yet you went out of your way to make it worse."

"no, n-not that..! p-promise!" you whimpered, breath coming in pants, struggling to not rock back into his hand with the knowledge that he'd stop entirely if he noticed you doing it.

you had no choice but to keep your eyes trained on the door in front of you, thighs trembling with anticipation, muted gasps and mewls managing to find their way out into the open air despite your efforts. you knew he didn't mind the noise as long as you were making a conscious effort to keep quiet, only loud enough for him to have the pleasure of hearing, only expressing the pitiful broken attempts at showing remorse that seemed to arouse him to no end.

he curled his fingers to rub at spot inside you that made your knees weak, barely chuckling when you writhed under him. "enjoying your punishment like this... you're just a pathetic slut. That's all you'll ever be, isn't that right?"

Your head hung low as you came over his fingers, shuddering, biting firmly at the inside of your cheeks to hold back the whine threatening to escape your heaving chest. you knew you should be ashamed to be so excited in the face of his cruelty, but when it was his voice and hands—discipling you harshly but still paying such good attention to you and your body—you couldn't help yourself.

before you had enough time to begin catching your breath, you could already hear the clinking of his belt buckle as he pulled it free from the belt loops of his pants, the warmth of naked skin as the length of his cock met the back of your thighs, already hard. the hand resting at your back slid up to rest at the base of your neck, fingers working their way into your hair to firmly grasp, holding you still while he eased himself between your thighs.

"please, s-sir.." The words spilled out of you before you could even think to maintain your obedient silence, earning a tug at your hair harsh enough to jerk your head back, arching your body further.

"snd who are you to be making any demands?" He muttered scornfully, the head of his cock now rubbing directly over your dripping pussy, making no effort to do anything more than painstakingly tease.

"i'm not, i j-just—" You sucked in a quick breath as you felt a sharp sting over your ass, certain there was a reddening welt where his hand had just struck it, "i pr-promise i'll be better..."

"and how can I be certain that you actually will? you say the same thing every damn time, and you still have yet to show me any improvement."

your eyes watered as you searched for a proper response, stammering over your words for just a moment too long—long enough to reignite the anger you'd found a momentary mercy from. you just barely pressed your hand over your mouth in time to muffle your own cry as he slammed himself inside of you, the desk shifting across the ground with a harsh squeak, insides struggling to accommodate his size all at once. he found a quick, ruthless rhythm of thrusting almost immediately, paying your quick gasps and pitiful whimpers no mind, almost painfully deep.

"is this is really the only thing you're good for?" he huffed, groaning lowly despite his apparent ire, "just taking cock and nothing else?"

"n-no!" you protested, barely able to hold your voice steady enough to respond, swallowing down each hiccuped breath interrupting your words, "this is the l-last time, i swear..! p-please sir, please—"

he shushed you harshly before you could continue, large hand rubbing over the aching flesh he'd previously slapped in a silent threat to repeat the action. you wouldn't be entirely opposed to feeling his large hand strike you again and again, leaving prints of red across your skin that wouldn't fade until hours after you'd left the office for the night, but you knew that you still had the entire second half of your day ahead of you to pretend as if he hadn't completely ruined you just meters away from the rest of his hardworking employees.

"at this point, i might as well just be paying to fuck you." he muttered callously, the speed of his hips slowing the slightest bit, each thrust still hitting deep enough for you to feel in your stomach, "then what does that make you, hm? a prostitute? my personal little plaything.."

you strained to vigorously shake your head side to side, fingers aching from how tightly they were clenching around the edge of the desk, your own arousal trailing down between your trembling thighs, hot tears dribbling down your flushed cheeks. you should've felt more inclined to deny his assertion, to prove yourself to be more than just a toy for him to used whenever he desired, when he needed to take out the pent up frustration he saved for your errors and your errors only—but you knew in the back of your mind that you were perfectly content with your position, as immorally lucrative as it was. you would embarrass yourself everyday for the rest of your career if it meant you could experience this at least once more.

"sorry, s-sorry..! oh fuck, sir, 'm so sorry!" the apologies you knew he loved so much spilled from your lips in a pathetic, broken moan, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as you held out for a few more mind-numbing moments before cumming around his thick cock.

you barely registered his hand grasping your hair painfully tight as he grunted a few low curses beside your ear, shakily exhaling a sigh when he emptied himself inside you, finally letting you rest back against the hard surface of his desk while you both caught your breath. it was all over far too soon, the intense intimacy that never lasted longer than the half-hour of your lunch break, even though you were sure he could steal you away for far longer without anyone daring to question him.

you wiped at your damp under-eyes with quivering hands, trying to not further disturb your already ruined mascara, swallowing down a whimper when pulled himself out of you and tugged your underwear back into place, readjusting your skirt for you before moving away from your body entirely.

he had already tidied up his own clothes by the time you pushed yourself to stand, that familiar expression of cool indifference having already resettled onto his handsome features. he barely ever let you see his face when he was disciplining you, always making sure you were facing away from him, or that you couldn't lift your head enough to get a good look at his face. it made it all feel so impersonal, inspired something that felt like sadness in the back of your mind, despite how you tried to remind yourself that what you had wasn't true intimacy, and that he could really replace you any day if he felt so inclined to do so.

"go clean up in the bathroom." he said without looking at you, straightening his tie back into place and checking the time on his watch, "you will need to take a call from a new client soon, and it is imperative that you give them the perfect first impression of our company. i expect you to be back here within the next ten minutes." his brow furrowed, the look of someone who'd just thought of something unpleasant flashing across his features when he finally met your gaze. "no more exceptions today."

"yes, sir." you replied obediently, voice hoarse, quickly turning away before the weight of a sudden sadness could show, advancing towards his door as briskly as your state allowed you to. you didn't look back on your way out, even though you so desperately wanted to, maybe deliver a genuine apology now that you knew he was genuinely irritated with you.

but you didn't, and the day continued as it always did, phone calls and document filing keeping you occupied for the rest of your shift, not receiving another word from your boss regarding anything. you tried not to take it personally when he didn't bid you farewell before leaving the building, reminding yourself that it was most likely just the pressure of a busy quarter, cursing yourself for screwing things up and enjoying your momentary bliss before the true consequence of genuine disappointment from nanami anchored you back to the somber reality of your situation.

it was foolish of you to think you'd be anything more than a secretary in his eyes.

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multistan-kpopwritings · 2 years

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Mr. Tough Guy (part 4)

➟ pairing(s): Mafia! Changbin x Reader; Featuring Lee Know

➟ genre(s): Fluff and Angst

➟ word count: 2.2k

➟ warnings: Language

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You woke up alone, the spot Changbin once laid in was now cold. Smiling you realized his pillow smelled like him. Clutching it to your chest you thought about last night. How could someone so powerful and scary be so sweet and gentle?

Opting for his discarded shirt from last night, you button the front and slip your panties on. You laughed as you caught your appearance in the mirror. At first, you looked like a little girl playing dress-up in her daddy's oversized shirt and mommy's smeared makeup. That was until you saw the love bites Changbin left on your neck or the finger-shaped bruises on your hips and thighs.

Opening the bedroom door you peeped around the corner. Last night's activities didn't leave much time for a tour. Looking up and down the hall at the closed doors, you took a chance and set off. The rumble in your stomach pushed you forward.

You entered a large room with windows as walls. Outside was a patio and pool. Stepping outside you hugged your arms to your chest and admired the view. It felt like you were at the highest point of the city. Rubbing your arms you regretted not wearing more before going outside, but the smell of Changbin's cologne gave you the warm fuzziness needed.

"You're going to get sick if you stay out here dressed like that," a cool voice said from behind you. You turned to see a familiar face from the bar that night you met Changbin. "My name is Lee Know. Changbin wanted me to keep an eye on you while he's gone." The irritation in his voice and eye roll gave away he was less than excited to be there.

"So you're a babysitter?" you asked. "Can you show me the kitchen? I'm hungry." He waved his hand to the door and huffed.

"Sure. This way," he said leaving you behind. "But I'm not making you anything to eat." He leaned against a wall and pointed.

"Good," you quipped. "Please keep in mind I didn't ask you to be here. I can do it myself." A quick survey of the refrigerator and cabinets left you literally bare-handed. Throwing your hands up in defeat, you groaned. "What does he eat?"

Lee Know stood and watched you carefully, never taking his eyes off of you. He licked his lips when he saw the purple marks painting your skin. After all, they weren't hard to miss in the shirt that you became quickly aware wasn't as long as you thought.

"He doesn't entertain many... guests," he chuckled at you. Pulling the shirt further down your legs you pushed past him with a huff. "Come on. I'm sorry. Don't get bent out of shape," he called to you as you stomped away.

"I'm not mad," you shouted back, "I'm hungry!" Moments later you reappeared dressed in black tights and a long tunic. Lee Know once again followed you with his gaze as you entered the lobby and stood at the elevator. He could sense your uncertainty.

"Going somewhere?" he asked, tilting his head. He smiled when you sighed and your shoulders dropped in defeat. Turning slowly you bit your lip.

"I'm hungry," you said simply. "I don't know where I am or where to go." His smile grew as he listened to your problem. "You have two options. One, let me go alone and get lost. Then you have to explain why you don't know where I am." His smile dulled a bit. "Or two, just come with me so I don't get lost. You don't even have to talk to me." Rolling his eyes again he joined you at the elevator and pressed the down button.

"No talking," he ordered side-eyeing you. You pretended to zip your lips and throw the key away. Walking the streets you stopped a few times and viewed inside the shops, Lee Know not far behind you.

He would never know, but your eyes lit up when you found an outdoor market. You walked from stall to stall and picked up fresh fruits and vegetables. Stopping to speak to an old woman, she helped you pick out the best peaches. A couple of minutes later you did the same with an old man selling handmade chocolate from his wife.

Satisfied with your purchases, you nodded to Minho. Still not saying one word to him since you zipped your lips. Holding your head high you started walking down the street with your many bags in your arms.

"Uh, Y/N," Lee Know called to you. Glancing over your shoulder you saw him laugh and point in the opposite direction you were walking. "This way." You formed a small O with your lips and spun around. When you arrived at his side, he took the bags from you, earning a sweet smile in return.

After unloading the basic kitchen supplies like milk, eggs, fruits, and vegetables you checked the time and made a quick snack. Changbin had left you alone all day. Well not alone, you had Minho... Ok, so alone. It was nearing 5 pm, so you were faced with a choice. Go home, you were sure he would understand, or stay and wait to see him again. It wasn't hard for you to make up your mind.

"Hey, Lee Know!" you called into the next room. "Where are the pans, and pots? Does he own plates?" You searched around the kitchen for all you would need to make dinner. There was no way you were missing that meal too.

"What happened to not talking to me?" he asked snarkily. It was your turn to roll your eyes.

"That only applied to earlier, outside when we were shopping," you informed him. Huffing, he sat in the kitchen and watched you. May as well make the most of it he figured. "Are you hungry?" you asked over your shoulder. "I was going to cook dinner."

"So I'm rude to you and you still want to feed me?" he asked a little uneasy. "Are you going to try and kill me?" he chuckled. Holding a large knife in your hand you threatened him.

"Never with food," you said sweetly, "Besides, you'd never see it coming if I did." He didn't want to admit it, but you were growing on him. His phone chimed, signaling he had a message. Reading it quickly, he pocketed the phone again.

"Dinner would be nice, thank you," he said kindly. "Changbin should be back soon," he declared, "They're finished and on the way back." You nodded and continued cooking, making small talk from time to time.

Checking the casserole in the oven one last time, you set a timer and joined Lee Know in the living room. You scrolled through your phone and texted back and forth with your roommate about her trip. Upon hearing the elevator, you looked to the lobby. You watched as 7 men made their exit, only looking for one.

The greeting you received was less than you expected. Changbin's eyes met yours, but there was no warmth or sign of affection from earlier today.

"What are you still doing here?" he asked coldly as he walked past you towards a closed door. You blinked a few times and looked from one face to another until finding Chan.

"Did I miss something?" you asked softly. He shook his head and explained it was a tough day. "Ok, um, I made dinner. It will be ready soon." You looked down the hall and back to Chan. "Which door did he go in?" Chan bit his lip and looked away, not wanting to betray his friend. "Sorry. Maybe you didn't hear me," you said standing in front of him now, glaring up at him, "Which door?"

"Second on the right," he said quietly. "Maybe you shouldn't-"

"Thank you," you said cutting him off before spinning and marching down the hall. You knocked on the door and waited for a response. Knocking a second time you waited, but still nothing. Opening the door you stepped in quietly. "Changbin?" you called into the room.

"What do you want?" he asked dryly. He turned around in the chair at his desk and looked at you with cold eyes. No expression was readable on his face.

"For starters, an explanation would be nice," you said gently, taking a seat across the desk from him. He narrowed his eyes at you and scoffed.

"You know who I am, right?" he asked. You nodded. "You know what I do?" Again, you nodded. "Who are you to think I owe you any explanation?" You took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair.

"Well for starters," you said calmly, "I'm the woman you picked up at the bar. I'm the one you begged to go to dinner with you. I'm the one you had the exhibit open for. I'm the one you invited back here and fucked me silly. I'm also the one you promised breakfast to. And when that was broken, I was the one you promised to make it up to." You looked at him and his stone expression. "That's who I am. Now, who do you think you are to speak to me that way? I don't give two fucks who you are outside that door. Right here, right now, you are Changbin. My Binnie. Not Mr. Seo."

Changbin sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.

"Yes, I know who you are Seo Changbin. I know what you do, I listen to the news," you continued, "And from the looks of it, I have an inkling what you did today." You walked around the desk and sat on the surface in front of him, running your hands over his red-stained shirt. "I chose to stay here and wait for you today. Now you have one to make."

He studied at you with big, sad eyes. Leaning back in his chair he crossed his arms, fighting the need to hold you.

"Go take a shower and clean up. I'll make sure dinner is still hot when you are done," you smiled softly, "Or I can leave and you'll never see me again. I refuse to be treated like this." His eyes widened, trying to process what you said. "I'm not here to judge you." You cupped his face. "I'm 100% in or out. Your choice." Kissing his lips lightly, you turned and started to leave the room.

"Y/N, I," he choked on his words. Looking over your shoulder you saw the sadness and regret on his face. "I didn't. I mean," he tried again and failed.

"I know, Binnie," you said softly, "Hurry and clean up. I think the guys are hungry." He smiled at you and nodded his head as you closed the door.

After his shower and change of clothes, Changbin walked into his penthouse kitchen to see you handing out plates of food. The smell was amazing and his mouth was watering. Walking to him you handed him a plate of food and pointed to an empty chair. He smiled when he saw all his friends gathered and having a good time.

"Did you cook for us?" he asked you. Smiling you nodded your head and took another bite. "Where did you get all of this? I know I didn't have anything here."

"Oh, Lee Know took me to the outdoor market today," you said cheerfully. Everyone was speechless as they turned their gaze to Minho, who sat there bashful.

"Did he?" Changbin said staring at the other man "That was nice. Are you sure it was this Lee Know?" Lee Know rolled his eyes and mimicked his friend. Laughter erupted from the room.

After dinner was done and dishes were washed, you said goodbye to the other 7 men. Changbin followed you to the bedroom where you were packing your items. He grabbed your arm and spun you to face him.

"You're not leaving because of earlier are you?" you asked, barely above a whisper. He searched your face.

"No, I meant what I said," you told him. "I have school tomorrow. But if you want to talk about what happened with us today, I have a little time." You sat on the bed and looked up at him. You could see the battle inside his head.

"I just thought that after today... seeing me how you did...and if you knew what I was...what I did...you'd," he explained a little shakily, "You'd change your mind. You'd leave."

"So when I was here,waiting for you, you thought it was a good idea to push me away?" you tried to understand. He shrugged and nodded his head.

"Yeah, I thought if I made you hate me I could push you away before you had time to leave me," he said defeated. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you. Almost instantly, he hugged you back and his body went limp. Caressing his head you kissed his temple.

"Please believe me when I say it will take a lot more than that for me to hate you," you promised. "I told you I could tell you were different, and I was right. I'm here. All in. Me and you. Ok?" He pulled back and you could see the wet streaks on his face.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "People will say things. A lot of bad things."

"I'm sure," you assured him.

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