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nanawritesit · 1 year

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SingleDad!Mingi x Nanny!Fem!Reader (NSFW/ 18+/ MDNI)

A/N: No one requested this but I had a dream about dilf Mingi last night and I HAD to process it SOMEHOW. I’ll put a warning above the smut if you just want the fluffy parts. But if you’re like me and have raging daddy issues, you’ll love it all :)

TW: female reader with she/her pronouns, reader is afraid of thunderstorms, cursing

NSFW TW: making out, groping, grinding/ dry humping, nicknames such as “sir, good girl, naughty girl, baby girl, little girl, princess,” oral sex (giving and receiving,) nipple play, marking up, hair pulling, fingering, protected intercourse

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You never wanted to be the kind of girl who would hook up with her boss. Especially when it was the father of the two adorable twins you looked after. But Song Mingi was simply irresistible. He had a way of flustering you and making you feel safe. And it was all because of that stupid thunderstorm.

It was late at night, and the kids were fast asleep in their rooms. You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Mr. Song to come home so you could leave. His job meant that he was working most of the day, so everyday you would pick them up from school and spend time with them until they went to bed. You also watched them on the weekends and whenever Mr. Song was away on a business trip.

The kids were crazy about you. They saw you more than their own father, so you were practically a mother to them. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t attached to them as well. You tried not to get too close to the families you worked for, but something about these kids just tugged at your heartstrings.

You and Mr. Song got along great as well. He was always so grateful for your help taking care of his kids. The two of you weren’t very close, but your conversations were always pleasant. Plus, he was very handsome. You didn’t want to admit it, but he always made you weak in the knees when he came home in a suit, his hair all tousled, his rings and chain glimmering in the dim light.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a bright flash of light coming through the window. It was followed by a loud booming noise, one that made you jump up in your seat.

“Oh great.” you said to yourself. “A thunderstorm.”

It had been raining pretty hard, but you were still holding out hope that it wouldn’t result in a storm. Why couldn’t it have waited until after Mr. Song came home? Then you could go home and hide away under your bed like you always did when there was thunder.

You gripped the hem of your shorts anxiously, biting your lip as you thought about what to do. The storm looked pretty horrible. You tried to do a couple of deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Mr. Song will be here any minute…” you whispered to yourself.

And soon he was. You jumped at the sound of the front door swinging open behind you, turning around to see him entering the house.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he chuckled, setting down his umbrella to remove his coat.

“It’s okay, I’m just a little jumpy.” you laughed nervously. “How was work?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “The usual. A slew of boring meetings and compromising with people I have to pretend I like.” He hung his coat up and slipped off his shoes. “How were the kids today?”

“The usual as well. They were little angels.” you told him.

“I find that hard to believe.” he scoffed humorously. “Then again, they always listen to you more than they listen to me. You’re so good with them.”

You couldn’t help the light blush that crept its way up your cheeks. Something about Mr. Song praising you made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside. You looked down at your lap with a bashful smile, then continued with the conversation.

“Minsu got an A on his spelling test today. The teacher told me he’s one of the smartest kids in his class.”

“Oh really? That’s amazing. I’ll have to tell him how proud of him I am at breakfast tomorrow.” he said with a warm smile. “What about Minji?”

“She didn’t have any tests today, but she had a lot of fun in art class.” you smiled, running a hand through your hair. “She actually made you a painting, it’s hanging up on the fridge.”

He walked into the kitchen to look at it. “Oh…” he sighed affectionately, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s the four of us, isn’t it?”

“M-hm.” you nodded. “I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be all of us at the aquarium we went to last weekend.”

“I’m so glad I got to go with you guys.” Mr. Song mused as he opened up the fridge to grab his usual bottle of wine. “I don’t get to spend nearly as much time with them as I’d like. You’ve really helped me get closer to my kids. I appreciate you a lot.”

There he went again, making you feel all giddy inside. You looked away momentarily in embarrassment, then moved to stand up. “Well I suppose I should-“

You were cut off again with a flash of lightning and a loud crash of thunder. It made you squeak and clutch your chest. Mr. Song chuckled at you.

“My, you are quite jumpy tonight.” he stated, setting down the bottle to walk into the living room. He stopped in front of the large glass window. “That storm looks pretty bad though… I don’t want you driving in that. Why don’t you stay the night here?”

Your heart stopped. You were completely frozen for a moment, then shook your head and laughed anxiously. “Mr. Song, that’s very kind of you, but I couldn’t possibly intrude…”

“You wouldn’t be intruding, I’m inviting you to stay.” he replied, putting his hands on his hips sternly. “I’m not letting you drive home when the weather is this bad. You can have my bed, I’ll stay on the couch.”

“No!” you cried out impulsively. He was taken aback by your outburst. You forced out another awkward laugh before explaining yourself. “I mean, I couldn’t take your bed. Please, I’d rather sleep on the couch.” There was no way you could handle sleeping in your hot boss’s bed. It would smell like him, and your imagination would run wild.

“Okay, whatever makes you comfortable. As long as you stay here.” he sighed defeatedly, but gave you another warm smile. “I’m not very tired yet though. Would you mind if I stayed down here for a bit?”

Yes, I would. “No, not at all Mr. Song. I’m not very tired either.”

“Great, I’ll fix you a glass of wine. And please, call me Mingi.” he humored, walking back to kitchen. “How about you find something for us to watch on TV? Just keep the volume low, I don’t want to wake the twins up.”

You exhaled a long and slow breath. You were shaking like a leaf. Get it together Y/N. It’s just a terrifying stormy night, where you’re trapped in the same house as your extremely attractive boss. Nothing is going to happen.

After you picked out a decent movie, you looked over your shoulder at him in the kitchen. He had removed his suit jacket, the sleeves of his white button-down shirt rolled up as he poured the wine. God, he was so sexy.

You quickly turned your head back to the TV as he picked up the glasses to bring them to you. “There we go…” he said, handing you one. “To the storm.”

“To the storm.” you chuckled, clinking your glasses. As the wine went down your throat, it did relax you a bit. Hopefully it would calm your nerves, and you wouldn’t have a complete anxiety attack over the thunder.

He took a seat next to you. You grabbed a fluffy blanket and curled up into it, using it for security. Not only were you scared of the storm, but being so close to Mingi was giving you butterflies in your stomach.

You watched the movie in a comfortable silence, except for the little comments and laughs you’d share with each other. Suddenly, another boom of thunder sounded off, this one particularly loud.

You reflexively hid your face in the blanket, coiling up defensively. Damnit, you made a complete fool of yourself Y/N.

“Y/N, are you… afraid of thunderstorms?” he asked, setting down his glass.

“No… I was just… startled, that’s all.” you lied. You pulled the blanket down under your eyes. He was looking at you with such genuine concern. You felt a twinge in your chest.

“You’re trembling, dear…” he observed, reaching a hand toward you. You froze as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I can tell you’re scared. It’s okay to be afraid.”

You sighed defeatedly. “Okay, I’ve been scared of thunderstorms ever since I was little. I usually just hide under my bed until they go away.”

“Awh, that’s horrible…” he said sympathetically. He held his arm out to you. “Here, why don’t you move closer to me? It might help you feel better.”

You tossed the idea around in your head. On one hand, cuddling up to Mingi would make you less scared of the storm. On the other hand, being so close to him was also terrifying. Just as you were about to protest, another crash sounded, and you instinctively jumped into his arms, burying your head in his chest.

“Well, I guess that answers that question.” he chuckled, patting your back comfortingly. “It’s okay, nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

You squinted your eyes, furious with yourself for acting so childish. You pulled back a bit to look up at him. “I’m sorry, I just get so anxious whenever there’s thunder.”

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re all scared of something.” he reassured. He threw an arm around your shoulder and gestured for you to lean in. “Just let me hold you. I’ll keep you safe.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief at the comfort that washed over you. You leaned your head back against his chest, inhaling the smoky, spiced scent of his cologne. The way he was running his hands through your hair was putting you in a trance, and for a second you completely forgot there was a storm.

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“Oh, that’s a good girl...” he praised. “The thunder went off again and you didn’t even flinch. You’re doing such a good job.”

Your cheeks heated up at his comment. Why did it feel so good to have him praise you? You pressed your knees together as an act of self control and partly because you could feel yourself growing wetter by the second.

“Oh did it? I guess… I didn’t notice.” you laughed nervously, glancing over at the window. You shifted out of his hold to sit up and grab your wine glass, taking a few more sips. “Thank you so much… for comforting me, and for letting me stay here.”

“Of course dear, anytime.” he smirked, sitting up a bit as well.

You set your glass down and undid the claw clip in your hair, shaking it out over your shoulders. He crossed his legs and locked his eyes onto you for a good while.

“What?” you chuckled, turning towards him.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked flatly.

Your mouth fell open a bit at his bold question. You breathed out an airy chuckle and clicked your tongue. “Nope, no one seems to be interested in me.”

“Really?” he baffled, brow furrowed in shock. “I would not have expected that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“Are you kidding me Y/N?” he snickered, leaning towards you. “You’re a very beautiful young woman. Any man would be lucky to have you.”

You gave him a wide smile, feeling more comfortable accepting his praise now. You were also starting to feel a bit bolder.

“Thank you Mingi… you’re not so bad looking yourself.”

“Me?” he gasped, sarcastically pointing at himself. “Nah, there’s no way.”

“I mean it.” you retorted, shooting a seductive gaze at him. “You’re a very good looking man. Incredibly sexy.”

Oh my god. You did not just say that to your boss, Y/N! You thought to yourself, internally panicking. But on the exterior, you remained cool, a playful smirk plastered on your face.

“Oh really?” he asked in a low grumble. He leaned closer to you at a painfully slow pace. “Well I happen to think you’re incredibly sexy as well…” He brought a hand up to your cheek. “Look at you, in that tight tank top and those teeny tiny shorts…” He glanced down, raking his eyes over your body. “It’s enough to make a man forget himself.”

You giggled innocently, then put a hand on his thigh. “It’d be alright with me if you did. Sir.”

That seemed to make him lose all his reserve, as he brought his other hand up to your hair and pressed his lips against yours. It was such a delicate kiss, you were almost surprised at how gentle he could be.

He pulled back slowly, forehead rested against yours. “Such soft, pretty lips…” he observed, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “I don’t think I can restrain myself any longer.”

A playful grin made its way onto your face, then you threw your arms up over his shoulders to pull him into another, much rougher kiss. You began devouring each other, lips growing red and swollen, tongues pressed against each other.

You pulled back for a second, making him furrow his brow in confusion. It soon faded away though when you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk. “What a naughty girl…” His lips were back on yours in an instant, his hands now rested on your hips, gripping onto them tightly. You ran your fingers up into his hair, giving it little tugs as you began to grind down against his crotch.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs.” he huffed, practically gasping for air. You nodded, about to stand up, but to your surprise he just picked you up in his arms and folded your legs around his waist, carrying you up the stairs quietly.

Once you reached his room, he locked the door behind him and set you down on the bed, crawling overtop of you to kiss you once again. You clamped your legs up around his waist, grinding desperately for some friction.

“Oh, you poor little girl, you’re so needy…” he teased, looking down at you affectionately. The way his chain was dangling down over your face was driving you insane. “You’ve never been taken care of by a real man before, have you?”

You shook your head, gazing up at him with doe eyes. “No, I haven’t.”

“Well, lucky for you…” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I’m about to change that.” He began kissing your neck, grazing his teeth against the soft flesh and running his tongue up along the sides. His hot breath was making your toes curl, and you couldn’t help the light airy moans that spilled from your lips as you threw a hand up in his hair.

“That’s right, sing for me princess…” he demanded, smirking against your skin. “Do you want me to take care of you?”

“Yes…” you breathed out, gripping tightly onto his dark brown locks.

“Ah-ah…” he reprimanded, pulling back. “Yes what?”

“Yes sir.” you corrected yourself in a pouty whine.

“That’s a good girl.” he praised. He reached down to fiddle with the bottom of your tank top. “This looks uncomfortable, do you mind if I take it off of you?”

You shook your head, and in an instant he was pulling it off over your head, messing your hair up in the process.

“These don’t look very comfortable either, I might as well take them off too while I’m at it…” he stated, unbottoning your shorts and sliding them down your legs. He leaned back to look at you sprawled out underneath him, now clad in just your bra and panties.

“Fuck…” he huffed, looking you all over. “You’re breathtaking.”

You giggled, wrapping a leg around his waist to pull him back in. His lips clamped back down on your neck, this time much more roughly. You were sure you’d have hickeys tomorrow. But all you could focus on was the way his lips trailed down lower and lower, stopping at your collarbone.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, glancing up at you.

“Yes sir…” you practically whispered, frozen in anticipation.

He turnt his attention back to your chest, reaching up to grope one of your breasts. He moaned the tiniest bit as he squeezed his large hand around it, then leaned back down to kiss the top of your chest. He began marking it up as he continued groping your breast, soon moving his lips down to the sensitive flesh above the cup of your bra.

“Sit up for me, princess.” he grunted, and you obeyed. He snaked his dominant hand up behind your back and unclasped your bra, letting it fall down your shoulders before tossing it over his shoulder. Once it was out of the way, he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. He groped the other breast simultaneously, making you wriggle desperately underneath him.

“Sir, please…” you whimpered. “I need more.”

He looked up at you with a sly expression. “Awh, you need to be more patient sweetheart. I was just about to give it to you, but now I think I’ll have to tease you some more.”

“No please!” you begged pathetically, twitching your legs in frustration. “Please sir, I need you so bad…”

He chuckled coldly, then brought his forefinger down to rub against your clothed pussy. You threw your head back at the sudden contact, slightly ashamed at how worked up you were over the slightest touch from him.

“Oh baby, I’m hardly touching you, and look what a mess you are…” he humored, still looming overtop of you. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle my cock?”

“Please sir, I want you inside of me so bad…” you pleaded, reaching down to clutch his wrist. “I’ll do anything, anything at all…”

“Oh? Anything?” he chuckled, glancing down at your lips. He ran his thumb over them before staring into your eyes intensely. “Get on your knees.”

You immediately jumped up and got down on the floor, staring up at him expectantly.

“Such an obedient girl…” he smiled, standing up in front of you. He looked even taller from this angle. “I’ll give you exactly what you want, but you’re gonna have to earn it first.” He reached down to unbutton his shirt, then took it off completely. You gasped at the sight of his toned physique. You always suspected he was incredibly built under all those suits, but you never knew his body was this fine.

He reached down to unbuckle his belt, sliding it off his waist before unbuttoning his trousers. You watched him intensely, waiting on every move he made. He undid his zipper, sliding his trousers down to reveal his tight black boxers. You glared at his bulge hungrily, having to restrain yourself from licking your lips.

“Are you going to be a good girl and suck me off?” he asked, palming himself through his boxers.

You nodded up at him. “Yes sir.”

He smirked, then hooked his fingers into his waistband to pull his boxers down. His cock sprung out eagerly, rock hard in anticipation. You couldn’t help but feel proud knowing that you had worked him up so bad.

You wasted no time, wrapping both hands around the base as you licked all along the tip and down the shaft, getting him all nice and wet. You went back up to the top and sunk down onto his cock with your mouth. He threw his head back with a groan as you began sucking and bobbing your head up and down.

“Fuck, princess….” he huffed, putting both hands in your hair to guide you along. “Your mouth feels so good…”

You hummed in reply, sending a shiver up his spine from the vibrations.

“Look up at me. Let me see those big, pretty eyes.” he demanded. You obliged, and his breath hitched in his throat. “Oh, look at you…” His breathing was growing heavier, his lips parted slightly.

You went deeper and deeper down his cock, struggling to fit all of it in your mouth. The more of him you took in, the louder his moans became.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum…” he exclaimed, pulling on your hair. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

And you didn’t, continuing to bob your head back and forth, whimpering with every stroke.

“Fuck!” he cursed, coming undone in your mouth. You tried to catch all of it in your mouth, jerking him off with your hand as he finished. He moaned airily with every rope of cum he shot into your mouth. When he was done, he smirked down at the sight of you swallowing all of it.

“That was incredible, princess.” he exhaled, tilting your chin up to look at him. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you. You deserve a reward.”

You smiled happily, and he pulled you up to lay you back down on the bed. He pulled your panties all the way down your legs and tossed them to the side, then dove down to kiss the inside of your thighs.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me baby…” he chuckled, hovering above your core. The way his breath was fanning it made you twitch underneath him. He leaned in slowly, then attached his lips to your clit, giving it little flicks of his tongue and sucking it ever so gently.

Just the slightest contact made you throw your head back and cry out in pleasure. “Oh sir, yes!”

You could feel him smile into your pussy, and he began licking long stripes along your slit, lapping up all of your sweet nectar. He continued his assault on your clit, circling it with his tongue. Soon, he brought two of his long fingers up and gently pressed them up into your needy cunt. The cold metal of his rings made you gasp, but the feeling was addicting.

“Oh God, you’re so tight…” he growled, beginning to pump his digits in and out of you. He brought his tongue back down to your clit to stimulate it in time with his fingers.

“Oh yes sir, just like that…” you moaned, bringing a hand up to your mouth to lower your volume. His tongue was doing things you’d never felt before, and coupled with his fingers, which were now digging into the soft sponge of your g-spot, you could sense that you were about to come undone. But that wasn’t what you wanted.

“Sir, please… can I have you inside of me?” you begged.

“Silly girl, I’m already inside of you.” he teased, wiggling his fingers along your entrance. “You’ll have to tell me exactly what you want so I can give it to you.”

You sighed in frustration. “Can you please fuck me with your cock sir?”

He shot a sinister grin at you before crawling back up overtop of you. “Well, since you asked so nicely. Get on your hands and knees for me, baby girl.”

You smiled gratefully, then did as he asked. He stroked himself a few times, easily getting bricked up again at the sight of you bent over in front of him, then reached over to his nightstand to grab a condom. After sliding it on, he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Are you sure you can take it, princess?” he asked, putting a hand on your lower back.

“Yes, please! I need your cock so bad sir!” you exclaimed, feeling your pussy throb in preparation.

He let out a deep chuckle, then began pumping his cock into your pussy. You both whimpered at the initial sensation, you falling down onto the mattress slightly and him leaning over your back.

“Oh fuck, your pussy feels so good…” he moaned, gripping onto your hips tightly. He began to grope the plush of your ass, growling at how it squished up against the base of his torso.

You began to grind your hips in the same rhythm as his thrusts, desperate to have more of him inside of you. “Oh, fuck, yes! Fuck me sir, please fuck me harder!”

“Yeah? You want more?” he huffed, leaning down to talk into your ear. He brought a hand up to fondle one of your breasts. “I’ll give it to you.”

He slammed his hips into you even harder, making your arms give out underneath you. Your back was now fully arched up into your hips, and you were desperately gripping the sheets in your hands as he fucked you from behind.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back up. “Awh, is it too much for you baby girl?” he pouted with false sympathy. “I know you can take it. You’re doing so well.”

Suddenly, the tip of his cock began to bump against your cervix. You cried out at the mixture of pleasure and pain, seeing stars as you squinted your eyes shut.

You began to feel a knot form in your lower region. “Sir, I think I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead princess, cum for me.” he ordered.

With his blessing, you cried out and let the warm wave wash over you, sending shocks all throughout your lower region. You rode his cock all the way through your orgasm, until you could barely move anymore.

“Fuck baby, that was so hot…” he heaved, still slamming into you at a relentless pace. “I’m gonna cum again…”

You nodded underneath him, heaving with a satisfied smirk. “I want you to cum inside of me sir.”

As soon as you had finished the sentence, he was cursing and grunting from behind you. His nails were digging into your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. He breathed out a whimpery sigh, then collapsed on top of you.

“God, that was amazing.” he whispered huskily into your ear. He then rolled off of your back to lay on his side next to you. You did the same and gave him a grin.

“I’ll say. I have no regrets.” you giggled.

He laughed along with you, then fixed your messy hair a bit. “How about you sleep in here with me tonight? The house is just so big, I don’t want you to get lonely.”

“I’d like that very much sir.” you replied.

“You can call me Mingi now, dear.” he snickered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’m so happy you stayed here tonight. I wish… no, nevermind...”

“No, what is it Mingi?” you asked, sitting up curiously.

He laughed at himself, a small blush forming on his cheeks as he looked down at his lap nervously. It was interesting to see him being the flustered one.

“I was going to say, I wish you could stay here all the time.” he confessed.

Your jaw unhinged, but you were smiling. “Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” he mused, grabbing your hand. “You can live here, with me. The kids already love you, and… I want you here with us for as long as possible.”

“Mingi, I have to work.” you giggled, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And if I find another job, then someone else will have to take care of the kids.”

“I’ll still pay you, but under the table.” he stated without hesitation. “Not as a nanny, but… as my girlfriend. I make more than enough money. You can think of it as me giving you money to take care of the kids.”

You marveled at him. “You mean, you’ll give me a full salary just to stay here with you?”

He nodded with a warm smile. “Yes, I would. Will you accept it?”

You acted as if you were deep in thought for a while, playing with his fingers. Then, you looked up at him and smiled. “I would love to be your girlfriend Mingi.”

He broke out into a huge grin, tackling you back down to the bed and kissing your cheeks over and over. “God, you make me so happy.” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “Who would’ve ever thought that I’d fall for my kids’ nanny?”

“Who would’ve ever thought I’d fall for my boss?” you joked back. “The agency isn’t gonna be too happy about it though.”

“Well yeah, they’re losing one hell of a nanny.” he smirked, ruffling your hair before sitting up. “Come on, let’s hop in the shower and then get some sleep. We’ll need to be well rested to give the good news to the twins tomorrow morning.”

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chrisbitchtree · 2 years

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The One with Big Bad Billy

Harringrove Harvest Day 7

Prompt - Erica Sinclair’s Pillowcase of Candy

G - 900 words

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For all the things that Steve could say he loved about the party, he hated that they were giant gossips just as much. One would tell another something, and within minutes, it felt like half the town knew. There were recent developments in Steve’s life that he’d debated telling Dustin about, but he’d held off for exactly that reason. They would all try to deny it, but the proof was in the pudding.

That exact night was a perfect example. It was Halloween night, and Steve was in the bathroom of his small apartment, trying to fluff up his hair after a long day at work, with more than a little help from his Farrah Fawcett spray, when his phone rang. He ignored it, feeling like he was finally on the verge of getting his bangs to do what he wanted, but it wasn’t even seconds before it started ringing again.

He slammed the cannister down on the counter and stomped out to the living room, grabbing the phone off the hook. “Hello?” he answered, not even trying to hide the exasperation in his tone.

“Steve!” Dustin cried into the phone. “Billy Hargrove’s gone soft!”

“Oh really? And how would you happen to know that?” Steve asked. Dustin had a tendency to stretch the length of his stories out, so Steve took a seat on the overstuffed chair next to the phone, twirling the cord around his fingers as he listened.

“Well, Mike just called and told me that El told him that Lucas told her that Erica’s candy was stolen while she was trick or treating with her friends. Billy came out of nowhere and tried to chase the assholes, but he couldn’t keep up and they got away. A half hour later, Billy came knocking on the Sinclair’s door with a huge shopping bag full of candy. Lucas is pretty sure that Billy cleaned Melvad’s out of everything they had left!”

“Well, that sounds really nice of him!” Steve replied, a smile small on his face. As per usual, Max was the only one that wasn’t named. She was the only one he could trust not to blab everything and anything to everyone within a fifty-mile radius.

Billy had been mostly unseen in the time since his miraculous rescue from the Upside Down and his slow recovery, lying low in the trailer where he resided with Max and Susan since his release from the hospital in late February. When he was seen out and about, he was quiet and withdrawn, a shadow of the loud, brash boy he used to be. It was nice to hear of him interacting with people again, even if it was for such an unfortunate reason.

“Sure,” Dustin said, chewing on something so loudly as he talked that Steve had to lift the receiver away from his ear. “It seems nice, but that’s not Billy. He’s a jerk! What if he’s possessed again! What if the mindflayer is back? We need to warn Max! I’m gonna let you go. You go to the trailer and talk to Max but bring your bat in case Billy’s there. I’ll go rally everyone else, and we can meet at the Byers in 30 minutes!”

“Wait!” Steve said, straining to be heard over Dustin’s babbling. “Calm down for a second, Dustin. Come on, we don’t want to scare everyone. This is the plan. You go stuff your face with more candy and watch a scary movie or something, and I’ll go take a drive over to Max’s house. If everything seems ok, I’ll let you know, and you’ll forget about this. If I feel like I need backup, I’ll call you on the walkie. Deal?”

“Ok,” Dustin sighed. “But promise you’ll let me know the second something suspicious comes up.”

***

Steve went and fixed his bangs, getting them just how he wanted them, then he picked up the phone, figuring that he’d better make a call.

“Hello? Steve?” Max answered when Susan handed her the phone.

“Hey Max,” Steve said, chuckling at her confusion. “I just wanted to let you know that you might get a call from Dustin saying that your brother’s possessed…”

“Already received and ignored.” She confirmed.

“Alright then, if he asks, I came to check on you. Thanks, Max! Have a goodnight!”

“You too!” She replied. Steve could already hear a candy bar wrapper being opened as he hung up the call.

***

Minutes later, there was a knock at Steve’s door, and he runs to answer it, not wanting to leave his visitor out in the cold.

“Hey, baby,” he greets his guest, pulling Billy in the door by the front of his jean jacket.

“Hey, pretty boy,” Billy returns the greeting, pressing a kiss to Steve’s lips as soon as the door is shut and locked behind him.

“Heard a rumour about you,” Steve mutters against Billy’s neck, where he’s pressing more kisses.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Billy asks, wrapping his arms around Steve.

“Dustin told me that Mike told him that El told him that Lucas told her that you’re out chasing candynappers and buying little girls Halloween treats. They say you’ve soft. Also said you might be possessed again, but I’m not gonna believe that one.”

“ ‘M not soft,” Billy grouses. “I’m still a big tough meanie. But even big tough meanies can’t watch a candynapper and not try to help. I’m not a monster.”

“Sure, sure,” Steve smiles. “My boyfriend is a big tough meanie. I’m so scared of your marshmallow core.”

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove harvest #chrisbitchtree writes

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charmedtodeath · 1 year

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Maybe Another Time (Part 1) | Graves/fem reader

Words: ~2.1k

TW/CW: alcohol/bars

Summary: Graves and his administrative assistant are unable to admit there's a mutual attraction.

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Part 2

a/n: fem reader but barely any descriptors

It had been some time since you began working for Shadow Company. You weren't really the soldier type, so you settled for working in the administrative office at headquarters.

A pretty simple job with repetitive tasks, often involving running around to get various signatures on important paperwork, but you were usually home by 6 and got to brag about having a security clearance to your family and friends. On nights when the boss stayed late, locked in his office where you'd sometimes hear the sounds of heated phone calls through the door, you dutifully remained in the administrative suite to do last minute favors for him and, of course, get the handsome overtime pay.

Occasionally you would find takeout meals left on your desk by your boss when you had to leave the office to complete a task, or a drink from the vending machine that you hadn't asked anyone for. At first, you couldn't figure out which of the admin employees was leaving them for you. There were never any notes on these items and nobody had said anything to you. It would've been nice to pay them back or return the favor, but things kept randomly showing up and you were left to look around the room to figure out who had decided to be so generous.

When the job became busier and you were finding yourself receiving a dozen extra hours of overtime each week, it was finally clear that the Commander was your secret treat delivery guy. He was a relatively pleasant person and always said "please" and "thank you" when he asked you for something, and he wasn't bad looking, either. The increase in attention from the boss wasn't unwelcome, but you had a strict no dating of coworkers policy, and that definitely included your direct superior.

Months went on like this where the two of you would share meals or get coffee together on those late nights, just trying to be the best administrative assistant Commander Graves could have. The paycheck was simply too alluring to look for other jobs, and you'd had your eye on a new car for some time now.

"What do you like to do for fun?" This was the first time your conversations had ever deviated from normal work-related talk, and you were taken aback when he asked.

"I'm sorry?"

"Well, seems like you're here all the time and I feel kinda bad for keeping you late so often. What do you do when you're not here?" Graves was known to be compassionate and encouraging to his people, so it wasn't exactly a surprise when he started taking an interest in your personal life.

"Oh, I don't mind being here a little late. Keeps the bills paid and then some, you know? Anyway, I'm kind of a homebody. I'll go home and bake something or play with my pets or just sit down with a glass of wine and relax. Nothing too crazy or reckless."

"You're always welcome to come out with us some time. Bars serve wine, too." You'd swear at this point that Graves was sneakily asking you out, but he did specify that there would be multiple people from Shadow Company there. You decided that it didn't mean it would be a date and was therefore acceptable in your eyes.

You nodded at Graves and finished looking over the files he had asked you to put together for him. "Um, sure. It might be nice to get a change of pace once in a while. I won't make any guarantees, but you might see me around the next time an invitation goes out." That was good enough for Graves.

About two months later when the latest big mission had been completed, all the paperwork signed and filed, and reports submitted, you got a notification about a celebratory night of drinks. The group who invited you had lovingly referred to you as "That Lady From The Office," but you quickly informed them that you had a real name and were more than just the CEO's assistant.

Since this huge mission had finally been taken care of, your work hours had returned to the good old 9 to 5 and you were free to go home to freshen up and unwind for a few hours. Before heading out to the address specified in the text, you decided to eat at home to avoid drinking on an empty stomach, and told yourself you had a one drink limit no matter what.

You had expected this place to be more of a sports bar type of vibe, but the Shadows insisted that this establishment wasn't sleazy or douchey because it had Tavern in the name and was, in fact, a classy joint. Fair enough, you supposed. Stepping up to talk to the bartender, you handed him your ID before ordering a nice riesling. Better to go with what you know.

"Are you with this group?" He asked as he handed you your glass and cocktail napkin.

"Yeah, I work with them. They're an... interesting crew."

"Forgive me for saying this, but, uh, you don't really seem like the kind of person to go out into a gunfight like some of these big boys."

You laugh at his confusion and set the record straight for him. "Oh, I'm not. I'm just a pencil pusher. I even have my own custom stamp set, if you can believe that."

The bartender chuckles and leans over the bar so he doesn't have to shout. "You know what? This is on the house. Your money's no good here tonight."

"You don't have to do that, really. It's just one glass and I don't mind paying for it."

"It's no trouble. I'm Jesse, by the way." You take his outstretched hand and get a firm handshake in return. He's the confident type.

"Nice to meet you."

You may be here with people from work, but the bartender doesn't count as a coworker and is therefore free game to hang out with. In between serving Shadow members and the other patrons, Jesse comes back every few minutes and learns a new piece of information about you. Not enough to put the whole puzzle together, but you might as well loosen up a bit. It's hard to keep up the conversation while he's busy working, but he's a nice guy and you certainly don't mind having someone to talk to. It goes on like this for the next hour until the stool to your right is suddenly occupied by a new arrival.

"The usual, please." Graves has finally shown his face and he's chosen the open stool next to you when there are plenty of other available seats in the bar. The bartender pours a glass of whiskey and then returns to his conversation with you while Graves sits there pensively, and it makes you wonder what he has on his mind.

A new group of Shadows soon arrive and they greet the Commander before taking Jesse's attention from you, freeing you up for Graves to talk to. You're not really sure what to say to him, too used to work environment formalities to make a decent attempt. Instead, you wait for him to speak first.

"Finally came out with us and got that glass of wine."

"Yeah, and it's a good one at that." There's a murkiness in the air and you suddenly feel like this might be approaching something resembling a date. Sure, you came here separately and are surrounded by who knows how many people from your job, but these two bar stools suddenly feel private and secluded.

You have to think back and wonder if you're misreading the signals and making something out of nothing. Graves has been exceptionally kind to you lately, and the frequency of which he buys you food and treats seems a bit excessive. Perhaps he does have feelings for you, but it's not worth exploring. There's no way you could go out with your boss without it blowing up in someone's face. A man as busy as he is probably doesn't have time for that, anyway.

"Bartender seems to have taken a liking to you." You decide to play coy and get more information from his reactions.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you play the game with him. "Oh, I guess. He just started talking to me and I didn't want to be rude since I'm sitting right in front of him while he works, you know?"

"He's a nice guy, from what I can tell." There's a question hidden in there. Graves is trying to gauge your interest in the bartender, either due to jealousy or just simply looking out for you. While the latter is kind of him, you certainly don't need his help.

"Uh, whatever gets me a free drink. He said this was on the house tonight," you tell Graves, pointing at your almost empty glass. He nods and sips his drink before getting up from the stool, seemingly pleased that you aren't truly interested in Jesse.

You swivel your stool to subtly inspect the scene that has been behind you the whole time and find that Graves has joined a group near the pool table. You recognize them as his squad leaders; the never ending revolving door of people that filter in and out of his office all day when they're on base. They all watch and cheer for one of the newer recruits who's doing surprisingly well, calling and sinking a few shots in succession. Careful not to linger too long, your eyes find their way back to Graves every so often, and you find that you're not the only one with a staring problem tonight.

Starting to think that maybe you're heading into choppy waters, you slide the empty wine glass back across the bar without saying goodbye to Jesse and head outside. Going straight home doesn't feel right, so you lean against the side of the building and watch the lights of passing cars dance across the damp pavement. It had rained earlier this afternoon and the humidity still hangs in the air. If you were a smoker, this would've been the perfect time for a cigarette. To occupy your hands, you check to see if you have any new messages or emails, but no dice. Of course there's a dry spell when you need something to distract your whirling mind.

Noise bubbles out from the front door as it swings open and shut, and a pair of boots clomp their way closer to you, stopping a few feet away.

"Needed some fresh air?" Of course Graves has found himself outside alone with you. He must have just noticed that you were gone.

"Yeah. Got a little overheated inside." It's not the truth, but your flushed cheeks would have given you away otherwise. You anxiously tap your fingers together, trying to figure out if you should cut your losses and leave.

Graves shoves his hands in his pockets and leans into the wall. "It was nice to see you out and about somewhere other than work. You look nice, if it's not too much to say." Oh. Maybe you were right about Graves being interested.

"Thanks." What next? Your mind is suddenly blank and you can't think of anything else to say other than offering a simple gratitude for the compliment.

Graves laughs at the uncomfortable silence while you stare at the ground. "You gonna come back inside and stick around with us for a while? Things are heating up at the pool table."

"I'm not sure. I was thinking of heading home soon, actually."

"Now, that would be a shame."

"Would it?" You look up at Graves and search his eyes for anything else. He's so effortlessly casual and relaxed. It makes you look like a total amateur.

"I feel like I've barely gotten a chance to hang out with you, just you and me."

"We hang out all the time at work." Graves gets closer until your shoulders are just barely touching as you lean against the bricks. You swallow hard and your heart starts beating a little too fast for your comfort. Graves can probably hear it thumping away in your chest, giving away all your secrets.

"We don't have to hang out just at work, though. I'd love to have another drink with you if you're up for it." He looks at you expectantly, hoping you'll say yes and go back inside with him. That's when you know you have no choice but to disappoint him, and even more so yourself.

"Maybe another time."

Those words are all it takes for him to understand. He tells you goodnight, and you find yourself sitting in your car alone, looking over at the empty seat beside you. Maybe another time you'll find him there.

#phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x you #phillip graves oneshot

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lodessa · 1 year

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✨ 2022 Writing Year In Review ✨

Thanks to @feeisamarshmallow for tagging me! Sorry it took me a while to get to it!

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 10

2. Word count posted for the year: 37,228

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Stranger Things, Star Trek: Voyager ( and a hint of Prodigy), Revolution, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Battlestar Galactica.

4. Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay Charlie Matheson/Miles Matheson, Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers, Lee "Apollo" Adama/Kara "Starbuck" Thrace"

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: Five Times No One Saw Eddie and Chrissy Together (No Make That Four) 303 Kudos on my entry into a new fandom.

Bookmarks: (See most kudos above) 47 Bookmarks

Comments: (Same) 20 Comment Threads.

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

"Don't Leave Me Dry" I think. There's something about writing a fic you know is going "bomb" but you just want to write it so much you do it anyway. I knew going into it that once again I was writing a problematic ship in a dead fandom, that would probably be commented on by @romeorevoarchive and one other person, but I was struck with one little moment, that kind of inspiration that usually gets trapped in the shower or car, and I went for it anyway and do you know what: I love the immediacy, the way I ended up using music to frame it, the characterization, the physicality, the rawness and tenderness that feels so quintessentially Miles and Charlie.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):. . .

This is maybe going to sound weird (or entitled and bratty) and also sound contradictory to what I said in the prior response, but. . . 23K of the 37k words I wrote were my three part More Normal Things series and part of me wishes I had just left that whole thing with the first part. While the hit count didn't drop that much between them, every other metric (kudos, comments, bookmarks) took a nose and it just makes me feel like I should have quit while I was ahead. Maybe I should have written the more flashy concept Hellcheer AUs I had instead of continuing to just explore their dynamic. Maybe I should have just been pleased with the amazing welcome to the fandom I got on that first fic and moved on after that positive little moment. There are things I really liked about those second two parts, but it is obvious that readers felt diminishing returns, and that makes me wish I had updated any of my other series or WIPs instead.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

Is it cheating to choose a whole series of comments I received / comment conversation I had in response to Salvation and Rapture For the Lonely? They started with this gem

and only got better from there. When I finally posted my Martha/Nine epic in 2018, I knew that it was ten years late and a super niche pairing to begin with, but it was my hope that at least one person out there would stumble upon it and be really excited for the same reasons that most people would not be interested at all, and in the last four years that is exactly what has happened a handful of times. This wonderful human left effusive, detailed, comments on every chapter and then responded to my rambling replies in a way that gave me that high of finding someone who just GETS IT.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Most of the year, honestly. I really struggled to write anything most of the time (pretty much the only time writing was really flowing was August).

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

I definitely didn't see Hellcheer as a ship (or writing anything for Stranger Things) coming. If you had told me that my new ship in 2022 would be some freshly introduced high school kids from a single episode of the show, I would have been skeptical.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

From "Whispered" :

“Going to take more than that to get rid of me, Summers.” Faith feels herself smile, mostly because it hurts to move her face that much.

“Good,” Buffy smiles back, doing that lip biting thing that is a suggestion and a protestation of innocence at the same time. Perfect. Humanizing. Prudish. Primal. The reluctant hero. The girl who knows or doesn’t know she’s hot. “We still have a First Evil to defeat.”

We. When was the last time either of them actually believed that even existed? Had Buffy ever? Or was it only Faith who even wanted that to be true? No. Buffy just wanted everyone to play by her rules, not the other way around. Sometimes, Faith even wished she could do that, be relegated to a sidekick instead of a problem. If there’s one constant in the world it is me being a disruption, a wrinkle in someone’s perfect life… No. She reminds herself. I don’t have to be. I can be different.

Buffy is looking at her, really looking at her, and Faith wonders what she sees. She must look like shit. Feeling superior as usual, B? she thinks, but that’s not really what she sees in her expression. If I’m vulnerable, so are you. That it? She’s not sure that’s quite right either, but no more comforting thought is coming to mind, so she looks away.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

Honestly 2022 was pretty much a fallow year for me as a writer. I suspect I won't see what changed in my writing until I am looking back on it from the perspective of what I write in 2023.

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I would really like to get better at being able to push through and get words typed more consistently even when they are not flowing.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

@romeorevoarchive who held my hand through everything I wrote or didn't write this year and even read some fic for a fandom she doesn't care about. Also special shout out to @anverli for the visual inspiration for (Don't Leave Me Dry) and many people but especially @phoenixwrites for the enthusiastic welcome to Hellcheer.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Probably the most personal work I wrote this year was Exhausted Midas. I've been feeling really overwhelmed and burnt out, both like I need and want to do more and like I need to cut back on my commitments. I've been dropping a lot of balls. It is hard not to feel like this is who I am now, and I feel like that's a lot of what I was exploring with this character study of Janeway, pre-Prodigy.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

This isn't new but here are a few reminders for myself and others:

Just because you are struggling to write right now doesn't mean you will never write again. Try to relax. Read. Trust that inspiration and focus will come together again someday.

Learn to scale down the scope of a writing project, just because "what happens" is big, doesn't mean you need to show it all: skip to the most interesting part, do abrupt transitions if you need to, add flashbacks if you need context instead of writing thousands of words to get to that critical detail

Find a buddy you can talk through the process with while writing, someone who you can send snippets to, someone you can bounce ideas off of, someone to make you feel less alone and in your own head.

Sit down and do flash fiction based on any prompt. There's something about just finding a way to make some constraint work and typing out whatever you can in what sitting before setting it loose on the world.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

Last week, I came across a list from two years ago with 20 things on it. I had actually written and posted 1, which means who knows what will happen but right now:

I would really like to update (and possibly even finish) one of my major partly posted WIPS: k'war'ma'khon (my Georgiou!lives Discovery AU) and Dragon Marked (my soulmarks, reincarnation, modern with some magic Dany/Jorah epic).

I would like to complete my long planned sequels for The Smallest Twine (my Janeway and Chakotay meet before the end of the Cardassian War and that changes EVERYTHING AU . . . though it makes me sad to think about how Laura inspired it all and she's not here to enjoy the rest of it now) and the next installment of Balancing Act (my Logan/Veronica/Weevil threesome + series)

I would like to finally finish and post some of the in progress fics that have been languishing in my Google Drive for years, including but not limited to: the Veronica Mars Season 3 AU I started in 2014, the Greek Myth AU Janeway/Chakotay fic, my Jaime/Brienne, Sansa/Aegon, Davos/Jon Connington ASOIAF solution.

Some fic ideas I have not actually written, including but not limited to: Miles gets swapped with an alternate timeline version of himself Revo fic, Hellcheer Room With a View AU, that BtVS/Punisher crossover fic with Faith/Billy Russo (okay that pairing actually the whole idea), my inevitable Elendil/Mirael fic.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

Let's go with: @clarasimone, @liminal-zone, @janiedean, and @lilalbatross but anyone who wants to do this, should

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tuliptic · 1 year

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Feedback for Personal Career Reading 🎆

First of all I really love the format of your reading. I think I've said this before but I'll say it again. I love how your reading is divided into ten different questions each looking at different aspects of the topic. They give me a well-rounded view of my situation. I really love the questions you came up with aside from the ones I gave you. Your reading is A+++ in terms of structure, detail and accuracy. I also really love the banner you put up on the first page with my name written on it. Actually I rarely get personal readings so that's really a nice personal touch, like a lovely gift!

One card to symbolise you

I'm really happy to see a confirmation that I embody this energy of being a catalyst of change because my life for now is pretty stagnant structurally. I try to do things in a different way as a teacher to foster interest in students and not just force them to do stuff when they actually have no idea what they're doing. That's good then, this card feels like a report card for me lmao. I actually have no idea how impactful the things I do are, it's awesome if they are, although I feel it largely depends on the people receiving it too, like they have to allow themselves to open up to the knowledge in order for it to actually make an impact. I'm honoured to be the messenger.

1. What job are you meant to do?

Changing the world is really one of my dreams, whether it's little by little or in whatever way. I know that it's one of my life purposes so this part really resonates. The Saturn energy you mentioned sounds like my higher self because that's usually how she presented herself. I like how well you're able to pinpoint my energy. She could be a little stern but still caring when she actually gets to teaching. That's very different from my usual casual attitude. So I can see the discipline teacher part xD

2. Why? What are qualities you possess that will help you in this particular career?

You're right. I've always worked well when I'm alone and able to see to things with my own standards, methods and goals. I actually am a tuition teacher. Actually I think tuition is way more relaxed than in a school setting because schools have very rigid activities and teaching flow that you have to follow through.

With that being said it would absolutely be better if I could be a private tutor complete with my own freedom but not every parent wants that they usually want the system in tuition centres lol.

3. Should you change your job?

It's true that taking that step out is not what I usually do because I have different things to consider. Yes discernment is key. I'm very, very, very afraid I'm gonna make a wrong move and everything just comes crashing down.

4. What should you go for?

I usually am the one people go for advice. I don't know how well I could do as a counsellor though, probably with a lot of trial and error as like most things I do. Healing work is a large part of my practice so to do it as a job would be amazing. I like that this appeared in the reading because it has been crossing my mind lately.

5. What do you want to achieve from these? What is your main goal?

Emotional satisfaction is very true. Even now with the games and the healing work, they provide me rewards in terms of emotional satisfaction. They give me a sense of purpose, direction, skill improvement and accomplishment. I believe that the darker themes I have to go through I have to learn from them so as to provide others insight as to how another person went through that. All things require a sacrifice, a give and take. If energy is this sacrifice then it is a worthy one.

6. How can you hone your skills?

You are right that there are noises in my head from different things. You are also right that the one screaming the loudest right now is this conflict of whether to change my job. You said I can make use of this noise, that it serves a purpose. I'm so happy this message is there because I like to take opportunities when bad things happen to see what use I can make from them other than the inconveniences they are. I've never thought to make use of the noise other than to see their roots and work through things. You gave me an idea, thank you. This is my favourite message in the wonderful reading!

7. Who can you confide in? Who can help you?

Such a person... they seem cool. I hope to meet them soon. I feel very hopeful.

8. What opportunities are coming your way?

This is my second favourite part of the reading because it gives me a feeling of an adventure. Hahaha the attending certain courses part had me chuckling because my boss has been talking about it. It doesn't surprise me because you've always been very accurate in your readings but it does give me more confidence that it's gonna be successful.

9. How would you approach the opportunities coming your way?

I usually hesitate a lot, like I'm the type to uhhh walk round and round the shop trying to decide whether I want to buy that little thing or not... But when it comes to some things especially when it's on my mind a lot I can usually make up my mind right then and there so you're correct.

The Hermit message is my third favourite thank you. Lighting my own path, I'll remember that. To me I think it's to not let my inner conflict dim the light but instead letting my core values guide me amidst the screaming emotions and let it be my light. "Don't burn yourself to warm other people." I don't know what this refers to, maybe it has to be about what I'd go through in the future. Thank you, I will remember it.

10. What messages do you need to hear?

I don't have enough belief in myself despite my desire to. Trial and error is a recurrent theme in my life especially when I work on new things. It's very reassuring that you said I have what it takes to get me through challenges. This won't be the first time I step into things I have little book knowledge of so here we go again *shrugs*

Overall message

Hard work and practicality. They're not difficult and they're not particularly easy either. They require a certain level of discipline. Them being the overall message really feels grounding to me. It feels like there would be different opportunities presented to me? I hope so. That would be amazing.

Last but not least, thank you for doing this reading for me! I'm so glad I decided to get a personal reading from you. I never doubted that you'll be able to deliver insight and information that would help me see my future better and rest my worries. You did very, very, very well. This reading will undoubtedly be one I'm gonna read over and over again because of the peace of mind and confidence it gives me.

Hi!! Thank you for this detailed feedback! I never expected it to be towards each of the questions I've answered! I've subscribed to Canva so it'll be such a waste to not put them to good use ahahahaha

I just... I'm slightly overwhelmed by how detailed your feedbacks are, and most of all, I'm glad it resonated with you and brought you the clarity you needed. Thank you for getting a reading from me. It brought me out from my slump (slightly). I'm actually taking a break from tarot this month and probably half of next month as well (not prepared for Aries season AT ALL) and yeah, as you've seen my reaction in the dms, you noticed how shooketh I was when you came for a reading. It mean so much to me to be able to do a reading for you!

Oh I forgot, that there's another part of the reading that I forgot to include: the lyrics. There's this part of the lyrics message that I've gotten for you: Good luck, let's go and meet the new me in the future. I'm seeing it as luck will be coming to you and there's a chance for you to transform anew, a brighter path that's coming towards you as you step out bit by bit!

Once again, thank you a lot! For this feedback and for everything you've done for this community!

#tuliptic #🌷#🌷 feedbacks

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rogeriswater · 2 years

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Don’t Leave Me Now

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events asnd people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, billy acting just a tiny bit jealous

October, 1967

~m.r~

"Honey, let's go! I have to get to the studio!" I stood at the door waiting for Billy. Ronnie and Sandy were sitting on the couch watching some cartoons. They've been living with us for about a month now. "Ugh, he's gonna make me late!"

"Billy's got to make his hair look nice for you, doesn't he?" Ronnie snickered. "You don't just get those curls overnight"

Billy finally emerged from the bedroom with his jacket in hand. "I'm coming!" He came over to me. "Do you really think I'd make you late for your first day?" I shook my head. He kissed my forehead. "We're going to Dean Street, right?"

"Yep. De Lane Lea Studios" I reminded him. I then addressed my two sisters cuddled on the couch. "I left the number of the studio on the fridge. Call if there's an emergency"

"Yep! Have fun, Maggie!" Sandy waved. I practically shoved Billy out the door. At the same time, he laughed at my excitement. I was just relieved that I was finally receiving some support from my husband.

...

Billy pulled the car up in front of the studio. "Are you sure they won't mind that I'm staying with you?" He asked me.

"I'm sure they won't mind" At least, I hope they didn't. I really wanted to use this as an opportunity for Billy to meet them. I was just hoping they would all like each other. "I'm sure they'll like you"

"Okay. Let's go in then" The two of us got out of the car. Billy walked round and took my hand in his. We walked in through the front door. The receptionist at the desk smiled at us. "Hi, I'm Maggie—"

"Robinson. You're Pink Floyd's new singer" The receptionist beamed. "Gosh, you're so pretty! And this would be your husband, I'm assuming?"

"This is Billy. Sorry, where are we going?" The receptionist guided us to the right room. We followed her directions. Upon entering the room, I noticed all the boys sitting together. Roger just so happened to be facing my direction. He saw me and immediately stood up and walked towards me.

"Sunshine!" He greeted me. He brought me into a hug. When he noticed Billy, he didn't let go of me but he just stared at him. "I see you brought Billy"

"I hope that's okay" I said.

"Yeah. It's fine" Roger's tone sounded indifferent. "I mean, we usually have a no wives or girlfriends rule for studio time"

"Look, if it's really that big of a deal, I can leave" Billy said. He spoke with the same tone as Roger. He eyed Roger. He was probably bothered by the fact that he still hadn't let go of me.

"No, you're already here" Roger finally let go of me and walked back over to the group. I could tell he was not happy with the fact that I had brought Billy along.

"Did he have to hug you for that long?" Billy whispered to me. "And why did he call you sunshine?"

"He was just being friendly. Now, come and let me introduce you to the others" I grabbed Billy's hand and dragged him over to the others. "Everyone, I would like you to meet my husband, Billy" Everyone waved at him. Except for Roger. He just rolled his eyes and tuned his bass. I went around, introducing everybody to Billy.

"You should know, we already know all about you" Syd said to Billy. "Maggie likes to talk about you"

Billy smiled, looking at me. "Really?" My cheeks flushed as I nodded.

"Why don't you go sit on that couch over there and make yourself comfortable?" Nick invited him to do.

Billy nodded. He quickly kissed me before walking over to the couch. Syd waved me over to him. I walked over to him and he gave me a piece of paper. "These are the lyrics for the song we're gonna record for the next three days" He told me.

"It takes three days for one song?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Well, if you want to make it right, it does" Syd smiled at me and pat my shoulder. "You'll do great" He walked off and I glanced at the lyrics. On the top of the page was Vegetable Man which I figured to be the name of the song.

I sat in a chair and allowed myself to read over the lyrics. I wasn't alone for very long though as I felt a presence in front of me. I looked up to see Roger. "Hi" I said to him quietly.

"Hi" He said back to me. He crouched down in front of me so that his face was level with mine. "How're you feeling about this?"

"I'm alright" I told him. "Still not sure how this whole process works"

"We'll play the song for you first. Syd will sing it first, and then you just sing it how he does. We'll do a run through of it, record our parts separately, and do a recording or two all together" Roger placed his hands on my knees. He rubbed them. "You'll get the hang of it. And if you need me for anything, just ask, alright?"

I nodded and smiled. "Alright"

"One other thing. When you get a moment, I'd like to discuss something in private"

"Of course" Roger removed his hands from me. He stood up and walked away. I looked towards Billy. I noticed he wasn't paying attention to me, but to Roger. I walked over to him. "Hey" I tapped my knee against his.

Billy looked up at me. "Hey"

I crouched and crossed my arms over his lap. I rested my chin on my arms. "You okay?"

"Fine" He sure didn't sound like it. "Love, after we're done here, why don't we go out dancing like we used to?"

I beamed at him. "You really mean that?"

Billy stroked my hair. "Absolutely"

"I love you, you know"

"Forever and always?"

I laid my head on his lap. "As long as you love me the same" I stayed like this for a moment with Billy, until heard my name being called. I parted from my husband and walked over to my band mates. Roger immediately moved so that he could stand beside me.

"Are you ready to hear the song?" He asked me.

"Yeah. Let me hear it" I told them. They began to play. I listened carefully to the way Syd was singing. I listened carefully to the melody and rhythm. I mentally marked the cues for when I would sing verses.

But the whole time I was watching Roger. I think he knew I was staring. He'd occasionally glance in my direction and flash me a smile. When the song was over, they all stared at me, waiting for me to say something. "I think I've got it" They all responded with a collective cheer.

~r.w~

Today was going really well. It seemed like Maggie was having fun. That made me both happy and relieved to see. It meant she was comfortable with us. I could've done without having him here though, but I wasn't going to say no to Maggie.

During breaks, Maggie would go sit with him. They'd whisper to each other. They'd cuddle together. He'd steal a kiss or two from her. It was irritating to watch.

Right now, I needed to discuss something with Maggie, and I was more than happy to interrupt her and Billy. "Can we talk now, sunshine?" I saw the way Billy's face twitched when I called her that. I found it amusing.

"Sure" Maggie said. She stood up. The two of us made our way outside. I leaned against the wall as she stood in front of me. There was a slight breeze that was gently blowing her hair. She was a lovely sight. "What did you want to talk about?"

"You look beautiful today"

She smiled and giggled. "Is that what you wanted to tell me?"

"Yes, and there's something else. What's your maiden name?"

"Why do you want to know so badly?"

"Just want to get to know you a little better, that's all"

"Fox"

"Maggie Fox" I tested it out. The name suited her, considering that she is one herself. "How would you feel about using it?"

"What do you mean use it?" She frowned a bit. "What's wrong with my married name?"

"Nothing" I told quickly told her. "But when you're famous one day, don't you want them screaming your name and not his?"

She furrowed her brows and chewed on her lip in thought. "I suppose you have a point" I was gonna be honest, the reason I suggested it was so I could have some illusion that she wasn't married. "I don't know. Let me think about it, alright?"

"Alright" I said. I grabbed her gently by the waist and pulled her closer towards me. She smiled and put her hands against my chest. I thought she was gonna try to push me away but she didn't.

"Rog?" Her soft voice spoke. "What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to hold you" I said. I touched my forehead to hers. "Friends can hold each other, can't they?"

"Not usually like this" She sighed, pulling her body away from mine. "I'm sorry, but my husband is inside and I don't want him walking out and—"

"Yeah, I get it" She walked inside first, and I followed behind her. The moment we stepped inside the studio, Billy's eyes snapped in our direction. He did not look too pleased with me. Probably wasn't happy I was alone with his wife. I wonder, did Maggie ask him to come today, or did he insist?

"Where did you two go?" He asked when he approached us. Was that suspicion I heard in his voice?

"We just went outside to talk" Maggie said. She touched his arm. "Don't act like this, Billy"

"Like what?"

Maggie narrowed her eyes at him. "You know exactly what" She let go of him and walked off.

When she was out of ear shot, Billy looked right at me. "I don't know what your intentions are with my wife, but I want you to stay away from her" The look in his eyes wasn't anger. It seemed more like desperation.

"That's gonna be a little hard to do considering we work together" I told him.

"You know what I mean. I've been watching you with her all day"

"Is that the reason you came with her today?" I questioned him. "Are you spying on her?"

Billy scoffed. "I trust Maggie completely. It's you I don't trust, Roger. I haven't since the day you came home with my wife"

"Would it make you feel any better to know that I have a girlfriend?" I couldn't believe that I was going suggest this. "Look, perhaps we could do a double date. You and Maggie, and me and Judy"

"If it'll prove to me that you're not trying to fuck my wife, then yeah, why not?" Billy walked away without another word. Jesus Christ, what does Maggie see in him anyways? Did she even have any other male friends besides us, or did he push them all away because he's scared someone is going to steal her away?

Nick approached me. "What was that all about?"

"What do you think of Maggie's husband?" I asked.

"Billy seems like a nice enough chap" I scoffed at Nick's answer. "Don't like him, do you?"

"No. And he doesn't seem to like me either"

"Maybe that's because you've been hovering around Maggie all day" Nick put his hand on my shoulder. "Look, I think you should try to get along with him"

I stayed silent as I crossed my arms over my chest. I stared right at Billy. He was currently having a chat with Rick. "Why should I?"

"Because we can all see that you care about Maggie. I'm sure she'd want her band mates and her husband to get along. So do it for her, alright?" I suppose I could try to be civil around Billy. But only for Maggie's sake. I didn't want her to hate me for it. I agreed to Nick's suggestion. He pat my back. "Good, but if you're going to flirt with her, don't do it in front of Billy"

Nick walked away. I looked over at Maggie, who was discussing something with Syd. She noticed me staring and smiled. How was I supposed to resist that lovely smile? Was I gonna stop flirting with her? No. Was I gonna do it when she was unaccompanied by Billy? Yes.

~b.r~

The band seemed nice enough. Syd, Nick, and Richard all made an attempt to talk with me. Maggie seemed to be in good hands with them. The only person I was weary about was Roger. I saw the way he's been making eyes at my wife, the way he's been clinging to her all day.

Maggie wasn't talking to me now. She would even look my way. And I understood why. I have no reason to act like a jealous idiot. I had nothing to worry about. Maggie loves me. She would never leave me. Especially not for someone like Roger.

"You doing alright?" Richard had come over to me.

"Yeah" I nodded. "Thanks for letting Maggie join. She's never seemed this happy before"

"It was Roger's idea to invite her" Hearing his name made my eye twitch. "But we all think she's lovely"

I knew I shouldn't but I had to ask. "There's not any sort of intentions towards my wife, is there?"

"Of course not. We've all got girlfriends and wives. Fans and reporters might get some ideas about her though"

"I wouldn't blame them. Maggie's the most beautiful girl in the world"

"We'll keep an eye on her though" Rick promised. Hearing him talk about her reminded me of a brother being protective of a younger sister. "I think we all see her as a sister of sorts, y'know" Well clearly Roger doesn't. I know he's got a sexual interest in her. Rick seemed to have read my mind. "Maybe not Roger, though. I know you're bothered by him. I'll keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't cross any boundaries"

"Thanks, Rick. I appreciate that"

He got up, but before he walked away, he said one last thing to me. "But maybe do try to be civil with him, at least when Maggie is around. The least both of you could do is to try and get along for her"

It put me at ease knowing someone in this band was respecting mine and Maggie's marriage. And maybe Rick is right. It wouldn't hurt to fake civility with Roger when Maggie's near. The last thing I want is to disappoint her.

I felt another presence sit beside me. I was happy when I saw that it was Maggie. "Love, I'm sorry for acting like a jealous idiot earlier"

She grabbed my hand. "Are we still going dancing afterwards?"

I smiled, kissing her forehead. "As long as you still want to, then yes" It was little moments like this that reminded me I was never going to lose Maggie. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Roger watching us. I smirked in satisfaction. He could try all he wants to take her away from me but it was never gonna happen. She was mine forever.

~r.w~

Enjoy your time with Maggie, Billy, because it's not gonna last much longer between you two. I really liked Maggie, and I can tell that she likes me too. Nothing was gonna stop me. I already felt like she was the one. Like she was my soulmate. I was gonna be with Maggie, one way or another. I just have to be patient and wait for her.

Oh, Maggie, my beautiful sunshine, one day you're gonna be mine.

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Week 2 — CNY Incoming 🍊🧧

So, it is only after yapping on and on about everything that went down in week 1 that I came to know that we don't actually have to write about what happened in our week for these entries. But since I've already jotted down about the events that took place over the past 2 weeks, I figured I'll include it for this entry anyway. Perhaps after this I'll write about both my weekly experiences as well as the thoughts in my head for my entries, it's quite fun albeit a little time consuming.

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If I were to have searched the readings for my zodiac sign this week, I have a pretty good feeling it would've said that I would be unlucky on Monday. By that I mean the 10 minute intervals I encountered while waiting for the MRT. And it didn't just happen once, but twice! Both the Putrajaya and Kajang train doors closed just before I could enter, leaving me 15 minutes late for class. Though this is a usual occurrence, I think I definitely need to start leaving my house earlier this year. The lecture was rather boring so I honestly didn't mind being a tad bit late, it was just English after all. The more memorable parts of this day I would say were the clear blue skies and fluffy clouds; I remember staring out the train windows with soft music playing from my earbuds adoring the scenery. Despite my love-hate relationship with the MRT, this visual experience is definitely something that makes my commutes worthwhile.

Tuesday was another driving day. This time I came to uni earlier and found parking easily without humiliating myself! I was pretty stoked by then as I had an hour or so to eat my lunch while watching my K-drama. I've been watching a new horror/thriller drama lately called "Gyeongseong Creature", which is frankly quite a shocker since I'm probably the biggest scaredy-cat amongst the people I know and would probably cry if you forced me to watch a horror movie. But since I had seen a few snippets and knew the rough plot of the show, I figured to give it a go as it looked intriguing (and it surely has been so far).

I also received a few positive feedbacks for my short story as we had to critique each others' works during class. This was quite a shocker as I had mentioned in my previous post about how I struggled to write that story and was a bit disappointed with the outcome post-writing. I feel like this was one of those times when I realise how critical I am of myself and how low my self-esteem truly is, and only through receiving praise and academic validation that I allow myself to feel deserving in life. Although this was just a small example, but moments like these make me reflect a lot, and was for sure a booster for my self-esteem telling me I'm more than the thoughts in my head.

I drove home that day, euphoric and with music blasting while I sped through the empty highways. I will say though, this good day was interrupted by unbearable heat in the evening. It was the type of heat and humidity that made you say "CNY is coming", as this incredibly hot weather was typically seen every CNY season.

Wednesday was a free day! We didn't have class since Ms Ashley was able to finish the lecture on Tuesday (thank you Ms Ashley for letting us sleep in 🫶). It was also the last day of January, which was a little weird as for the first time in a long while, a month actually felt like it lasted for the proper duration of a month.

I collected my laptop from the ASUS repair centre in Lowyat Mall today. Long story short, these 2 weeks going back and forth to the repair centre was a tedious process that had my parents saying to "not buy from ASUS after this". I was glad to have my laptop back without the fan inside revving like an engine; it really was quite hilarious yet absolutely terrifying when I had to bring my laptop to class last semester as I had no idea when it would start sounding like a motorboat.

The day ended with me (finally) starting to set up my Tumblr account and decorating it. The process of searching for layouts made me so reminiscent of the time I was on BTS stan Twitter. Scrolling on Pinterest for hours on end to find a header that matched the aesthetic of my profile picture, designing my account layout, and so on. I miss that era a lot, with all the online friends I met and experiences I gained so I'm glad I was able to do something like that again for this account in the efforts to make it a place I enjoy coming to.

(headers I saved while trying to design my layout)

I don't know why, but Thursday schedules are always the worst. It is yet another semester where I have morning to evening classes on Thursdays, but since my classes don't start at 8 am, I won't complain. To make matters worst, it was from this day that I started attempting to save my data and use the uni wifi as I was running really low on data (note to future self: please look into other data plans.)

Our first broadcasting class was today, and at the end of the class our task was to come up with a script on a given topic and record a video roleplaying a news anchor. Although my group had chosen another group member to be the news anchor, the role was handed over to me at the last minute. I found it kind of ironic that the person in the group who was the least likely to major in broadcasting ended up roleplaying as the news anchor, but it was kind of fun nevertheless if we ignore my anxiety levels spiking because of this sudden change.

Friday had finally come, and this was the last day of us meeting all our lecturers in-person. I was 5 minutes early for class which is a rare occurrence for someone with time management issues, but it actually felt nice not having to rush my way to class so hopefully this is something I can keep up next week. Having officially met all the lecturers for my courses this semester, I feel a little more at ease as the classes seem promising. I do hope this is the case for the rest of the semester since it is a rather long one.

After class ended, I headed to Tropicana Gardens mall just to look around, have dinner, and hopefully get some work done, since it was a Friday evening after all. I spotted a new cafe and decided that this was where I was going to settle my dinner and enjoy the rest of my K-drama. As a pasta girlie, of course I ordered the pesto pasta and it definitely did not disappoint. Would've definitely ordered a coffee if I hadn't already had one earlier in the day, so next time it is!

Saturday was another shopping day, with my parents this time. I had initially wanted to do my shopping after class on Friday, but seeming that my parents needed to shop for CNY too, hence we all went this day. To say that the mall was crowded would be an understatement, evidently since it was the weekend before CNY itself.

After browsing many clothing stores for hours on end, I only ended up getting a blouse, but the backstory for this blouse made it worthwhile. The store I had gotten it from was more of a boutique, with its prices ranging from RM100 to over RM300. I went in with no intention other than window shopping as it was way out of my budget, until I stumbled upon this blouse in the discounted section, originally priced at RM129 but currently sold at RM39. Even though this blouse (which was more of a fancy T-shirt honestly) was definitely overpriced, but it was still a steal after being discounted.

The funnier highlight of this day was noticing all the tired boyfriends in the mall, standing outside the stores with bags of clothes in their hands, tired and scrolling on their phones while they wait for their girlfriends to shop. There must've been a couple of them in every 1-2 meters from me as everywhere I turned, they were there undoubtedly. I found this quite amusing as someone who was single, and it was also a moment of gratitude for being single as I had the joy of spending time on my own without limitations and troubling others.

By the time Sunday came I was exhausted and aching all over from going out the past few days. Hence, it was a day to relax and take it easy. The only major event was following my parents to the market after lunch to buy some mandarin oranges! Once again, the weather was just ridiculously hot and having to walk under the sun carrying bags of fruits and cooking ingredients made me realise how much our parents do for us, especially in terms of food as food is such a significant part of Chinese culture. I'm grateful for the hard work my parents put in to always make sure there is more than enough food on the dinner table, and of course the daily cut-up fruit that is a symbol of their love.

Week in Summary

This week made me think and reflect quite a lot, particularly regarding my self-esteem and just how I feel about myself in general. I long for the day when I'm older and wiser and have more experience in life that I realise that I should've been kinder to myself. I say this because sometimes it's difficult to comprehend in the present; it is over time as you change that you figure out these things along the way and are able to look back and see how far you've come. But for now, I simply wish to have more faith in myself and to trust the process as it will lead me to where I need to be.

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Song of the Week! This week's song is another one that's been a favourite for awhile. Although the title may raise eyebrows at first glance, but the lyrics are really sweet once you've understood the meaning of the song. I listened to this song many times this week as I admired the bright blue skies; the soft, calming melody were extremely fitting along with parts of the lyrics incorporating different colours which reflected how I felt about life at the moment. Despite not having a lover to daydream about with these romantic lyrics, the melody itself feels really grounding and peaceful.

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6/7/23

I am officially in a Bad Place. Today, it was really hard to drag myself out of bed. Then, of course, I got mad at myself for lazing around. Nothing seems appealing to me today. I was supposed to have a meeting with my grad school's career counselor, but he cancelled on me, so that's that. I'm not too torn up about it; to be honest, I was pretty nervous going in because I was going to talk about how I think I'm autistic, and I'm finding that i don't know how I feel about that.

When the thought first occurred to me, it was a comfort. Finally, all of these things that I thought were just me being weird or bitchy actually have nothing to do with something I can control, I'm just neurologically different. But the more I think about it, the more I question myself. Is it really that, or do I just have very particular preferences? Am I just being antisocial? Am I being bossy or controlling?

And if it is autism, why does that upset me? Part of me thinks that if I have a diagnosis, a piece of paper that says the exact same thing I've been asking people for years (to listen to me and accommodate my preferences) that finally I'll be taken seriously. Which makes me really angry. I shouldn't have to explain why I don't like loud places, why I need plans, why I get upset if those plans change late in the game, or why I spend more time with certain types of people. People, if they truly do care about me, should be willing to accept that, right? But they don't. Time and time again I have to explain myself, have to deal with looks exchanged between people I don't know well enough to know if they're looks of sympathy or judgement, and get the head cocked "you're-a-weirdo" look myself. I hate it.

I don't like loud places like bars and big parties because it's too loud. Too many people talking at once. Too many noises competing with each other. Too much yelling, and too many expectations. Drinking games expect me to share information with people I don't know, and that makes me anxious, drinking makes me anxious around people I don't know well because I can't think straight enough to try and anticipate what they want me to say. And most of the time, both of these places require me to participate in some way, and I look weird and creepy when I'm observing. If the conditions are right (not too late at night, I'm with people I know and trust, etc., then I'm fine. But of course, none of this makes any sense outside of my head. I just sound picky, bitchy, and most of all, controlling. And I hate that.

I need plans because I need things to look forward to in my week. I need routine. Not having it just turns me into a ghost, because yes, I don't know how to relax. And, as I've already established, sitting on the other end of a received message isn't fun. If I have a plan with someone, I know basically how things will go, and how to prepare myself. For example, when I have date nights with my boyfriend, I know I can fully relax and be myself, because it's just us. There, I can relax. And I know that that will be my whole night. And it's comforting. When I ask my friend to go grocery shopping once a week, I know I'm not taking up too much of her time because we're doing something we both need to do. When I have plans, I don't have to worry about being taken out of a state I've set myself up for.

It's not that I can't do spontaneity, it's just new for me, and new things are hard. I've realized that I can only ever really do new things with people that I really trust. The first time I went to a party that I actually really enjoyed was a party with two people I really trusted going as well. I was told how many people, what we would be doing, and when I started to get too anxious and spaced out, my friend pulled me out of the social spotlight to just talk to me like a regular person but without the pressure. And that meant so much. People, when I say I'm not a party person, usually just shrug and say that I haven't really tried enough. "Well, they're all my friends, so it'll be fine!" No it won't. If your friends are all like you, then they are loud, and have a lot of energy, and I can only handle people like that in bits, which is why you are my only friend that is like you.

People are such a mystery to me, and I hate to say it, because it makes me sound mean and judgy and cruel, but I view people like characters in video games sometimes. Certain people demand more of me energy and social battery wise. This doesn't make them bad, it just means that I have to prepare myself differently to hang out with them, and I just can't relax the same way I do with my very close friends. But every time I try to explain this, it just sounds like I don't like people like that. But it's not true.

You can drink water every day, no matter what time, and you will be fine, in fact, it's good for you. But if you drank nothing but coffee for three hours straight, you probably wouldn't feel good, right? That doesn't mean I don't like coffee, it just means I have to regulate how much I have over a period of time. Some people are like water to me: I can be spontaneous with them, can hang out with them all the time, and I'm fine. But other's aren't. And I don't see why that's a bad thing.

I change a lot for the people around me. I make jokes about things I don't really find funny, I pretend to be super into things that I don't really like, and I only show the parts of myself that I think the person in question will like best. It's exhausting. But it's what I have to do in order to be liked. When I was at my most authentic, as a kid, that's when i got picked on the most. And no amount of "just be yourself" or whatever non-helpful advice stopped that. So i just learned how to be palatable.

When I think about it now, maybe I never really got better from middle school, and I just pretended so well that I convinced myself in the shuffle. All my slip-ups, losing friends, my first relationship, isolation, they were actually the real situation. I don't know. I've been building this lie of me, this me that I hope everyone will like so I don't have to deal with the emotional fallout of being rejected again, for so long that I don't think I even know who i really am anymore.

I sit with a blank notification stream again, and I wonder how many people would actually miss me if I was gone. Not in a big, scary way, but just if I evaporated right now, how long it would take people to just shrug and get on with it. "Well I messaged her on insta asking if she was ok" You know I'm off insta, and you have my phone number. Again and again, the voice in my head tells me that people don't actually care. Because it's just all talk and no action.

I'm just so tired. I know I'm in a bad place because all I want to do is lay around and just rot. And even though writing helps, I can't shake the voice in my head telling me that I'm just whining, that I'm looking for attention, that I'm just not trying hard enough.

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29 9 2022

i feel better today. i didnt get too much work done today because i kept running into annoying problems, but other than that the day was pretty nice. i hung out with reggie today. at first i was worried that he too treated me with the aloof attitude i feel like i received from ned, but he opened up to me more as the day went on. i feel like this aloof attitude might be because after living apart for a while, people are just unsure of who i am and what our relationship is, and this was amplified with ned because we have lived apart for longer. it hurts though because i feel like i used to be quite close to ned. even though reggie doesnt satisfy that certain intellectual craving that i have as much as ned does, im still glad to have reggie as a friend. one thing i was thinking about today was how i feel like i had the dankness beaten out of me. when people like ned and yan moved out of the bay, and i mostly hung out with martin and reggie, i felt like my dankness was no longer appreciated, when it was potentially a draw to yan and ned. and now i no longer remember how to be dank. it was never truly part of my base personality, but i worked hard to cultivate it and enjoyed it, and now ive lost it and its way too late to get it back. in retrospect i think it drew a lot of the most interesting people ive met, and it sucks to lose it. im scared of meeting those people now and have them be bored and not want me because i now dont produce what they found valuable. specifically last time i met jay and edward i felt this way, like jay was maybe even taken aback by how i changed. i could imagine him feeling that way. very sad. i wonder if jay almost feels the same way, i dont know why i think that. im meeting edward again on friday with martin reggie and melvin. maybe its my last chance to prove my worth to edward. might be difficult in the presence of reggie and martin who dont appreciate that kind of thing. i should go for it anyways. i also met with allen today. he also satisfies that intellectual craving for me but i never interacted with him really through being dank. i was never that close to allen but i think our relationship was the same its always been which is nice. honestly any relationship that hasnt deteriorated im happy with. i think id get along with allen if i moved here. im feeling a bit self conscious that my writing feels more shallow compared to yesterday. i guess at least im doing this for more than a day, with the caveat that i dont have too much else to do in this hotel room. i hope i can get some work done tomorrow. thats probably the thing im most stressed about right now. id hate to disappoint rex and have that just stain even my professional reputation among the toddpole group. i feel like unlike usual i actually put in the hours on this trip, but just got not much out of them. very disappointing. i wonder if other people are as insecure about everything as i sound writing. probably not? id hope for people's overall happiness that that is not the case. but who knows? not like these are acceptable thoughts to share anyways. i wonder if this kind of blog is unique. i was thinking its very different from an autobiography thats written after the fact, im not sure where i could find similar literature to this. though i wonder if even id be interested in it, but maybe my depth of thought would make it interesting. if i dont at least think deeper than others what have i even got at this point. i thought about writing about something unhappy today but maybe i focus too much on the unhappy things. everything is a maybe, but thats how things objectively should be viewed i think. i think i shouldnt refer back to earlier days writing this even though that would provide more continuity. i wonder if the difference between how i feel today and feel yesterday is somehow due to forgetting my medication. i mean surely not too much has chnaged right? or maybe it truly is a difference in reality vs expectations, like the damaged relationship with ned vs the good relationships with reggie and allen. LIMIT

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I missed you

best friend!hongjoong x fem reader

Trigger warnings: none that i can think of but please tell me if i missed something!

Content warnings: oral (m&f receiving), marking, pet names (pretty baby, princess, peach, babydoll), foul language. this is really just sickeningly sweet. call your dentist now, this is going to rot your teeth with how sweet it is.

Summary: you’ve been best friends with hongjoong since middle school but had limited contact when he became a trainee. after debuting, he decided he needed to see you again and you’d had a standing bi-weekly movie night ever since. but tonight’s movie night is different from any other.

Word count: 8397

A/N: i cannot stay in my lane. hongjoong is such a sweetheart and i would sell my soul for a single piece of lint if it meant always being able to see him smile. anyways, please like, reblog, and follow! i’ve got plenty more where this came from and i’m building up my kinktober stock(?) already. love you all <3

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Sneaking around with your best friend was a thrill in itself. But when that best friend was an idol? There was a whole other level of secrecy to be met. Can’t get him caught by Dispatch, now can you?

Hongjoong was five feet eight inches of pure genius, and extremely attractive to boot. Everyone thought so (even during the dreaded mullet era). But being his best friend earned you special privileges that other fans didn’t get. And you were fully intent on exercising those privileges tonight as you exited the elevator and headed straight for his studio.

Back to sneaking around. Your “sneaking” with Hongjoong wasn’t what most people thought of when they heard the word. No, you weren’t having sex. But his company didn’t really like him being friends with women given how fans can misinterpret things. Not that you gave a fuck. This was someone you’d known since elementary school. You weren’t gonna just stop spending time with him. So the two of you had resorted to late-night rendezvous in his studio to get any time together. No one was ever in the building at this hour and Hongjoong had given you a copy of his access card so you could come in at any time, though you were certain he’d be in serious trouble if anyone ever found out.

So you’d done just that and now you were inches away from his studio door. But something stopped you. A particularly beautiful something that made your stomach (and heart) do backflips. He’d just let out possibly the most stunning cry you’d ever heard before going quiet. But it surprised you that it was your name. You weren’t about to ask him what the hell was up with that though. That could cause some drama. Tonight was your biweekly movie night and you weren’t gonna miss out on the fun just for drama. So you backed away until you were certain he was done and then knocked on the door.

“Joong?” You called softly just in case anyone happened to be in the building, noticing the lighting change through the frosted glass of the door. He’d probably changed what was on his computer screen since it went darker. You wondered if he’d been watching porn with how quickly the screen changed. You could hear (and kind of see) him shuffling about in the room as a soft ‘one moment’ was given in response. You heard the Netflix login sound and the cabinet opening and closing a moment later, probably as he grabbed your usual stack of pillows and blankets. Then the door swung open and he was wearing his usual bright smile, his cheeks slightly rosy. “Hi bestie.” You beamed up at him.

He was in somewhat-baggy light wash jeans and a black band tee with a cap on backwards, just barely showing off his most recent dye job. A comeback was lurking around the corner and they were about to start the jacket shooting next week so they’d dyed his hair a few days ago. The silver suited him really well and you’d be lying if you tried to say otherwise.

“Hey. I missed you.” He pulled you into the room and wrapped his arms around you in a bone-crushing hug. You hugged him just as tightly and chuckled softly before stepping back from the embrace. You reached up and gently pinched his rosy cheek as you teased him.

“It’s only been a few hours since we last spoke. Did you really miss me that much?” You teased, laughing when his face heated up more. You wouldn’t lie to yourself and say you didn’t notice the scent of stale sex as you kicked your shoes off by the door.

“Of course I did! We barely see each other anymore because of my work.” He pouted as you both sat on the sofa. “We have to schedule time and this is the most frequent we get to spend time together. And when I have comebacks, it’s even more rare.”

You hummed as you settled in, curling your legs up under you. “But it’s what you love. And I love that you’re happy with it. Besides, who else gets to be friends with a cool idol rapper aside from other idols?” You grinned at him as you nudged him with your elbow and he nodded.

“Fair enough. I just find myself missing the time we had together before I started all this. I’m happy with what I do, but I miss my best friend.” He sighed and you leaned over, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Well that’s what these movie nights are for. So we don’t miss each other too much.” You give him a tight hug before sitting back up. “So what have you put together this time? Are we watching scary movies? Disney? Action?” You asked excitedly.

You practically had stars in your eyes and he noticed this as he picked up the remote. “Romance.” He hummed, pressing play before you could protest. It wasn’t that you hated romance movies, you just preferred to watch them on your own. You didn’t want him to see you simp over a plot line. You didn’t want anyone to see that.

You gave a playful huff as you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders before reaching out for a box of your favorite candy. He always made a run to the 7-Eleven downstairs before these movie nights to get soda and candies for the both of you, no longer having to ask what to get like he did when you’d first started doing this. As kids, your movie nights were always at your parents’ house. Sometimes his. He always brought the snacks. But since he became a trainee, it all had to stop and you rarely got to see each other. So the second he debuted and had his own space, he started inviting you over again. Since he was hosting, he always made sure to get snacks and drinks like he used to but for the first few months he had to ask what you wanted.

Now he’d committed your usual orders to memory and he could pick any pairing and you’d be happy. You thought it was sweet that he’d memorized your favorite things. He knew everything about you as kids but after entering the entertainment industry it felt like there was a distance between the two of you. But he shortened that distance every time he invited you over and it just became a regular thing.

If you hadn’t heard what you did earlier, you would’ve just thought it was all endearing and that he just missed his best friend. But after that, you wondered if there was more to it. You didn’t dare ask though. Instead, you leaned over and squished your cheek to his shoulder as you settled further into the couch, your eyes glued to the screen as some cheesy romance unfolded. Really, it was a Wattpad-worthy story. You don’t doubt some young fan had written something so sickeningly sweet about Hongjoong.

That was another thing you never understood about his fame. Fan fiction. How did he manage to overlook all that? You’d heard San say that he was aware of this sort of thing and he understood since he was young too. But did the whole group know about this stuff and just ignore it? Did they read it? Watch the edits? Or did they just notice it and carry on their merry way?

“Hey Joongie?” You called out before you could stop yourself. Well shit. Now you had to ask. He hummed in response, turning his head slightly so his chin gently nudged the top of your head. “This is a weird question but the movie got me thinking…how do you handle fans writing stories about you?”

He burst out laughing and you sat up with a little pout as a beautifully-manicured hand covered his mouth. “That’s what you want to talk about?” You nodded, still pouting at him, and he instantly calmed down. “Honestly, I think it’s good that they’re so creative. Some of it can be weird but sometimes I read the sweet stuff. It’s cute. It’s nice knowing people are inspired to follow creative paths because of me and the boys.”

“That’s fair. I never really thought of it that way. I guess my mind just automatically went to how weird it must feel for total strangers - some of them teenagers - writing lists of kinks and publishing whole stories online about fucking you.” You shrugged and settled back in, crossing your arms comfortably over your chest. “That’s probably the weird part. But I guess the sweet stuff is innocent enough. What about the edits? Sannie said he likes to watch those. Especially the ‘dangerous’ ones, whatever that means.”

“I usually end up cracking up over those. Teenage girls love to slow and reverb songs to make them sexier than they really are and then put clips of us on stage. The video editing itself is great, they’re all really talented and creative, but the songs they add don’t really do it for me.” He chuckles.

“So what does?” He froze, looking stunned. Did you just ask him what did it for him? Was he dreaming? He’d definitely thought about having this discussion with you before, possibly even following up with some…other activities, but he never imagined it would really happen. Of course, your previous mention of kink lists and and erotic stories felt like a punch to the gut because he wasn’t expecting you to say it all so bluntly. It was hot. “Oh! Oh, no, Joongie, not like that!” You laughed nervously. “I meant like…what pointers would you give to someone creating a video? What sort of edits do you actually enjoy? That’s what I meant. I didn’t-“

His expression warmed almost as fast as his cheeks and he offered a little smile. “I dunno. I haven’t really thought about it. I will say, though, I think the memes are my favorite fan art. It’s great to see creativity and know I inspired it, but I also enjoy seeing the jokes fans make.”

“Oh my god, YES-“ you threw your head back in laughter as a rush of images filled your mind. “I think I have some busted photos of you on my phone - and not all of them are from fans! And Duck San. I couldn’t NOT save Duck San. It was way too accurate!” He was laughing with you but you didn’t notice the way he stared at you.

He really thought you were onto him a moment ago. He’d always thought you were cute but things changed after his debut. You’d drifted apart while he was a trainee, never being able to spend time together or really even text each other. But you always sent him supportive messages regarding his career. You hyped up every KQ Fellaz release and when you congratulated him on his debut, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to see you. To celebrate with you. Even if he hadn’t been the best friend during all this, you’d supported him the whole time and your encouragement meant a lot more than you’d ever know.

What he wasn’t expecting was how much you’d changed since the last time he saw you. You were still the same girl he grew up with on the inside, but physically? He almost didn’t recognize you the day you met up. The first thing he noticed was your eyes. They hadn’t changed, they were still bright as ever and somehow seemed even MORE innocent, though you were anything but. Then he remembered your lips. They were still the same plump heart shape he’d always thought about kissing. Except now, you were more elegant and mature and they seemed far more intoxicating. You seemed far more intoxicating. Your curves had filled out nicely and you’d grown a bit taller but you were still short enough to fit under his chin when you hugged. Your facial features were more defined but you still had that youthful radiance he remembered.

Since then, he’d been lovesick over you and he started scheduling these movie nights so he could get a fix of his favorite drug. He made sure to take note of everything you liked or disliked. He made sure to send you a goodnight text every night and you always woke up to a good morning text since he barely slept these days. But his favorite thing about being so close to you again was the way you curled up to him during movie nights. It didn’t matter if the movie was scary or not. You always tucked yourself in his side and rested your head on his shoulder. You’d never tell him outright, he’d have to pry it out of you, but you were secretly leaching off his body heat.

Even now, with your head thrown back once again as you filled the space with your laughter - which he adored - he was acutely aware of just how close you were. As you calmed back down, he decided to throw caution to the wind and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You instantly leaned into him and let out a content hum, wrapping your arms around his middle. “You give the best hugs, Joongie.” You mumbled as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Mm I think that award goes to you, y/n.” He hummed in response as he leaned his head on top of yours. “Your hugs always chase away any negativity that may have built up during the day. Bad things can’t survive around a ray of sunshine like you.”

It was your turn to blush. He’d said sweet things plenty of times before but he’d never openly admitted how much he liked your hugs. Or any specific aspect of you, for that matter. “Well….maybe, but you’re warm!” You defended and squeezed him a little tighter.

“Oh? Is that all you’re doing here? Using me for my warmth?” He feigned hurt but you could tell by his tone that he was smiling. Honestly, his smile was one of the prettiest things you’d ever seen. And he’d taken you to the roof to watch the sunrise over the city recently, which still didn’t compare.

“Maybe so. You’re suuuuper warm. Maybe I’m just using you as my personal space heater.” You looked up at him and stuck out your tongue. God you were so close to him…

You slowly pulled away and sat straight once more at the realization. He was disappointed by this though. “Why’d you run away?” He pouted and leaned over to rest his chin on your shoulder this time. You could feel his breath on your neck and jaw and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“That tickles. Stop breathing so hard on me.” You whined despite not actually wanting that. He, of course, didn’t listen and huffed against your skin a few times just to make you squeal. “Stoooop!” You both laughed and you finally pulled back to look at him. “Someone’s in a good mood tonight. You’re not even paying attention to the movie. Which you picked, might I add.” You stuck out your tongue before holding open your arms and offering up a smile. “C’mere. We can chat more after the movie.”

He gladly accepted the hug but he was shocked when you held him to your chest and began to play with his hair after taking his cap. Fuck that felt amazing. He instantly settled in, his eyes drooping from how relaxed you made him. Was this why cats purred?

He was almost asleep when your nails lightly dragged over his scalp, eliciting a moan from him. You wanted to pretend you didn’t notice but it was clear to him by the way you paused that you hadn’t missed it. “Mm sorry…’m just sleepy and that feels nice…” he mumbled.

You decided not to dwell on it and let out a little giggle. “Hey, hold on.” You gently pushed him back despite his protests and laid back on the sofa, holding your arms open. “Okay, come here.” He was a little confused when you nudged him away but his cheeks went slightly pink when he realized you wanted him to lay on top of you. He didn’t know when he’d get the opportunity to do this again so he obliged, crawling over you and laying his head back where it had been on your chest.

Your fingers instantly tangled in his hair once more as your attention turned back to the movie. His weight on top of you felt nice. He was like a friend-shaped weighted blanket. You could feel his breathing evening out and you knew he was falling asleep. He deserved the rest though. He worked so hard, especially with a comeback on the horizon, he needed the rest. So you stayed like that for a while, watching the movie by yourself while he slept on your chest. You only woke him when the credits began to roll.

He whined when you shook him and snuggled further into your chest, making you blush. You couldn’t hold him accountable for that, he was asleep, but you were still flustered by it. “Joongie, wake up..” you called softly, gently shaking him again.

He shook his head. “Don’t wanna. Wanna stay like this. ‘M sleepy ‘n’ I missed you..” he mumbled, still half asleep. It was clear he didn’t want you to go. You didn’t really wanna go either. But you couldn’t stay the night in the studio with him. Someone would come in in the morning and find you.

“And I missed you. But what if someone sees? You’ll get in trouble.” You tried to reason with him but it was no use.

“I don’t give a fuck anymore. I missed you.” He finally opened his eyes and looked up at you, his chin resting right between your breasts. How the fuck was he not flustered by that? He was so close to having his face buried in your chest! “Please stay a little longer..” he pouted a little and you let out a soft sigh.

“Give me one good reason. Because I don’t want to fuck things up for you if I stay here and you get in trouble for having a girl here.” Your words made the both of you blush softly at the implications.

“But you’re not just some girl. You’re my best friend. And no one saw you come up here.” He sighed and you shivered slightly as his breath fanned out over your chest. You were wearing a comfy tank top so his breath was hitting your bare skin. “I highly doubt anyone but the staff will say anything. The press can’t because they didn’t see you and that’s boss man’s biggest concern.”

“Fine. I won’t stay the whole night because I don’t want you in trouble, but I’ll stay a while longer.” You sighed, kicking yourself for how easily you gave in. He made a pleased sound and laid his head back down on your chest before whining.

“Lift your back a little so I can wrap my arms around you. Wanna hug you.” He said with a frown as he looked up at you. You felt your face heat up a bit but did as he asked, laying flat once more when he was situated. You instantly began to card through his hair again as he laid his head down once more, continuing to lightly scratch his scalp. You were trying to give him a little massage but you were only turning him on. “That feels good..” he mumbled, his whole body shaking as a shiver ran down his spine.

“Yeah?” You chuckled softly, completely unaware of the effect you were having on him. He nodded and you continued, closing your eyes as you continued to play with his hair and scratch his scalp. “It’s nice for me too. Repetitive motion and all.” You hummed.

Your nails passed over the same spot as before and he made another pitiful sound, causing you to stop like before. “Joong..” you sighed slightly and he tried to hide his face a bit but the only place to turn was your chest.

“I dunno what that was. ‘M sorry.” His voice was small and clearly embarrassed as he apologized, still practically nuzzling into your breasts as he tried to hide. Why did you find it so hot?

“Joong, you’re..” you bit your lip and turned your head away so that he couldn’t clearly see your face if he looked up. “Watch what you’re doing..” you muttered. You were going to leave it at that but felt his lips on your skin, causing your eyes to widen as you looked back down at him.

“You’re blushing. All the way to here.” He pressed his lips to where the pink flush ended on your chest. He almost seemed drunk. It was hot how lazy his voice sounded.

“Well yeah! Laying on my chest isn’t an issue but you were trying to hide in my boobs! And now you’re kissing them!” You were indignant, thinking he was mocking you.

“I’m not kissing your boobs. I’m kissing above them.” He said simply, still refusing to make eye contact. He’d probably regret this later, you’d probably never answer his texts or calls ever again after this. But he had to get it out of his system. “You’ve been distracting me all night..” he mumbled.

You decided now was as good a time as ever to bring up what you’d heard. “And even before that, from what I heard earlier..” you bit your lip as his head snapped up, eyes wide with shock. You’d been there? You didn’t let him ask, you answered the questions you could see forming behind his eyes before he could even speak. “You cut it too close, Joongie. I heard it. I can smell it in the air too.”

His face was bright red and he turned his head to hide his shame. “I’m sorry…” was all he could manage before you continued.

“If you don’t want someone to find out you’re jerking off to them, maybe don’t do it right before you’re supposed to meet? And maybe not in the exact space?” You teased, seeing you had the upper hand. “I’m flattered though. I didn’t know my name could sound so pretty..”

Your confidence vanished as he looked back to you with a guilty expression. “I’m sorry. I don’t have much privacy back at the dorms and I thought-“ he paused as realization hit him. “Wait- did you just say you…liked hearing that?” His eyes were wide once again as you nodded.

“I’ve never heard anyone moan my name before…it was kinda hot..” you bit your lip sheepishly. Being caught was suddenly less surprising when he heard no one had ever done that before.

“Wait really? No one?” He looked confused and shook his head. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Well it’s true. I haven’t slept with anyone and I don’t exactly make a habit out of eavesdropping when someone is trying to bust a nut.” You deadpan and roll your eyes despite your nerves over the whole situation.

“You haven’t?” He seemed genuinely confused by the news that you were a virgin. You were the most stunning girl he’d ever met and you were a total sweetheart too. Surely someone would’ve appreciated you by now.

You felt mocked. You knew he wasn’t implying anything, but you felt like he was picking at you for being a virgin. “And you have? When did you have the time?” You rolled your eyes at him and he shook his head.

“I’m not making fun of you.” His voice was soft as he dipped back down to kiss where he had previously, sending a thrill through your body. “I’m just confused. I mean, you’re the most amazing person ever. I would’ve thought someone had tried to make sure you knew that.” He caught your gaze and offered a little smile. “I guess you are even more pure and sweet than I thought, huh?”

“Oh my god, Joong, stop!” You groaned, laughing a little at the cheesiness. His words made your heart race but you weren’t sure if you were ready to admit that. You also weren’t sure if you were ready to volunteer that the reason you hadn’t lost your virginity was because of him.

You’d dated a little in the past but you never felt ready to give anyone that part of yourself. And it was because of how you felt about him. He was your best friend, sure, but you’d also had the biggest crush on him for a while. Things felt right with him. Nothing felt weird, not even when he got you all flustered. You adored the attention he gave you even while being so busy. You loved his dedication and admired the fact he’d give up sleep in order to perfect the next album. And he looked fucking amazing on stage. That’s where he was in his element. Something came over him when he had a mic in his hand and honestly? It turned you on.

You didn’t expect him to guess correctly so soon. You didn’t expect him to guess at all, to be fair, even if he was just goofing around to try and make things more lighthearted. “It’s because of me, isn’t it?” He wiggled his eyebrows and started laughing but stopped when you didn’t join in, instead hiding your face behind your hands. “I’m sorry if that was weird. I shouldn’t have said-“

You know what? Fuck it.

“Yes.” You cut in before he could finish. “It is because of you.” You moved your hands, placing them on his cheeks instead. “No matter who I dated or texted, they weren’t you. They didn’t go out of their way to make me comfortable. They didn’t check up on me even when they were busy. They didn’t have that level of passion you have. They also didn’t have your stage presence - which, by the way, is fucking hot. Since it seems we’re laying everything out there tonight.”

You could both see and feel his cheeks heating up under your hands as a blush crept all the way to the tips of his ears. “I didn’t- I mean- if I’d known, I wouldn’t have teased you so much about it. I kinda forced it out of you.”

Your nerves were starting to get the better of you as you watched him, his gaze darting all over the place. You wish he’d either kiss you or let you up. But he didn’t do either. He laid his head back down, closing his eyes as his forehead came into contact with your sternum. “Joong-“

“I didn’t imagine it going like this.” He chuckled slightly and let out a sigh, making you shiver once more as his breath heated the thin material of your tank top. “And I didn’t imagine I’d want you this bad after hearing your confession..” he added quietly, his words and tone drawing a soft gasp from you.

“Then take me..” you said it before you could really think. But when your brain caught up, you realized you would’ve said the same thing even if you hadn’t gotten ahead of yourself. He’d lifted his head and was looking at you with a mix of concern and lust in his eyes. “I wanted to avoid any drama that would come with asking about earlier. But then you tried hiding in my chest and I got a little worked up. And then you made it worse by kissing on me.”

He was just as flustered and you weren’t sure what this all meant but you didn’t care anymore. You wanted him. He wanted you. It only made sense to have each other here and now. “I don’t care if I’m not your first, I want you to be mine.” He felt like he’d just been punched in the gut with your words and his head dropped to your chest like before as he let out a low groan. The sound made you uncomfortably aware of how wet your panties were.

“Fuck, y/n, you can’t just say things like that...” he whispered as he shifted to hover over you instead of laying flat on you. That’s when you saw the effects of your fingers in his surprisingly-soft silver hair as evident by the tent in his pants. “…and expect me not to lose my fucking mind.”

Then he was tucking his face in your neck as your head fell back to allow him space, his lips meeting your pulse point as he inhaled your scent. It wasn’t the sloppy or needy kiss you were expecting. It was tight-lipped and chaste, as if he was afraid to do more. You couldn’t help but whine in frustration when he didn’t immediately devour you.

“Joongie, please don’t do that..” you whispered, further exposing your neck to him. You wanted him to do more than that. “You said someone should appreciate me. Show me what that feels like..”

Your hands moved to the outermost belt loops on his jeans, trying to tug him closer. Finally, his lips met your neck in a proper kiss and you let out a content sound. “I am. I want to go slow and appreciate this moment too.” He whispered against your skin before licking just below your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and earning a soft gasp as your lips formed a small ‘O’. As his tongue left your neck, his teeth met your earlobe, nibbling slightly and earning another small sigh, forcing your eyes to slip shut.

Your grip on his belt loops tightened as he trailed sloppy kisses and licks along your jaw, your soft sounds of satisfaction making him even harder. Then he pulled back and you pouted a little as you forced your eyes open. He let out a breathy laugh at your expression and every nerve in your body went haywire as his hand gripped your chin. “Pretty baby.” He whispered, admiring your every feature for a moment before his eyes locked on your lips. He’d wanted to kiss you for so long now and it almost didn’t feel real that he was about to. “Can I kiss you?” His eyes flicked back up to yours.

Your cheeks were rosy but you couldn’t stop your quip. “I was gonna pout if you didn’t.” His laugh made your heart swell and you smiled a little, letting out a pleased sigh when your lips met. The kiss was slow and gentle and your eyes slipped shut as your hands made their way to tangle in his hair for what felt like the billionth time that night.

His tongue swiped over the seam of your lips and he let out a pleased sound when you parted for him. He never anticipated kissing you to be as good as it was. He’d had high hopes, of course, but it was better than he’d ever imagined. He was getting high off the feeling of your tongues dancing together and his pants were beginning to feel unbearably tight. He wanted to pass away when your hands moved from his hair to trail down his body, stopping at the button of his jeans. He broke the kiss with a soft curse and released your jaw, reaching his hand down to stop you. “Wait.”

You looked up at him confused, pupils blown with want. Why was he stopping you? You wanted to touch him. You whined a little when he pulled your hands away. “Joongie…” you huffed cutely and he just laughed softly, shaking his head.

“I’m not saying no. I’m saying wait.” He pecked your lips before sitting up and motioning for you to do the same. “I wanna take my time with you. Admire every part of you. Taste every part of you.” You felt like you’d been doused in battery acid with his words. He made you feel so wanted and you couldn’t help but press your thighs together as he took hold of the hem of your shirt. “May I?” You nodded instantly, your skin jumping from his feather-light touches as he lifted the thin material from your body.

The second he had your top off, your back was meeting the sofa again as he crashed your lips together. This kiss was far more feverish but still careful. You couldn’t stop the tiniest of moans from escaping at being caged, your fingers gripping his shirt and starting to lift it. “Please…” you panted against his lips as you tugged at his shirt. It had been a long time since you’d seen him shirtless and you didn’t doubt that you were in for a treat given the strict workout he’d mentioned having to follow. He obliged you this time and allowed you to pull the graphic tee over his head, wasting no time in pressing your bodies back together as your lips met once more.

You didn’t have much time to appreciate the view but you could definitely tell he’d gotten more muscular. He’d lost his tan a bit but you credited that to it being winter and him always being in his studio. Still, he was gorgeous and you wanted to take a closer look but you weren’t about to push him away when he was showering you with attention.

You could feel his hard on pressing against you and it only served to send a thrill through your body once more. Your hips rolled against his of their own accord and your body lit up at the moan he let out. It was just as beautiful as the previous ones but somehow more gratifying. You knew exactly what you did to earn that sound this time. Your thoughts were cut short as he broke the kiss, drawing a whine of discontent from your lips. “Joongie…” you pouted as he grinned down at you.

“Relax, princess.” The name made a wave of arousal flood your body. “I’m not stopping unless you tell me otherwise. But it’s kind of hard to go any further if we don’t take a second to breathe, now isn’t it?” You nodded sheepishly and he kissed your forehead. “Close your eyes.” You followed his orders and gasped when you felt his lips on your chest, just above where they’d been the first time that night.

You wanted him to devour you. You wanted him to do everything you’d always been afraid to discuss with each other and to make you entirely his, even if just for tonight. And it seemed you were getting what you wanted when you felt the band of your bra loosen. When had he slipped his hands behind your back again? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but him as his mouth encased your nipple. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but that wasn’t it. And if your sounds were anything to go by, he was certain you enjoyed the feeling of his tongue swirling and flicking over your nipple.

One of your hands went back to his silver tresses as the other curled into a fist on his shoulder. You weren’t sure whether you should tug at his hair or pull him in closer but you didn’t really have time to decide when you felt his teeth clamp down on your nipple just enough to sting a little. Your grip on his hair tightened as you gasped his name. Your touch only spurred him on and he kept doing it when you least expected him to, as if he was playing with you. He gave the same amount of attention to both sides before his kisses dipped lower and you felt the cool air of the studio chill your spit-dampened skin.

He couldn’t help but litter your torso with love bites between the kisses. Your sounds were just too pretty to him. He’d wondered for a while what you’d sound like but he never could’ve imagined this. He’d thought about how you’d sound, how soft you’d feel under his hands, how you’d taste. It was all better than anything he could’ve conjured up with his imagination. He was acutely aware of the way your skin jumped under his fingertips when his hands passed over your sides. The way your breathing picked up with each kiss he left behind. Your scent clouded his mind, much like your taste did when he let his tongue tease just above your belly button. You were completely clouding his senses. Everything he saw, felt, smelt, tasted…it was all you.

But the sound you made as you squirmed under his fingertips when he went to hook them in the waistband of your yoga pants almost undid him. You were ticklish and he knew this. You were kind of embarrassed that you couldn’t hold still but you knew he’d never mind that.

And you were right. He didn’t care that you were squirming, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If anything, he was thrilled to be the one making you move like that. His face told you as much when he sat back to tug the spandex from your body. With your pants tossed aside, there was only your thong allowing you to hide from him as you pressed your thighs together. But he didn’t let you keep that for very long and you found yourself looking away as your face heated up. It was embarrassing being so exposed, especially when he wasn’t saying a damn thing.

But what could he possibly say when he felt like he’d been punched in the gut for at least the fourth time that night? He was on his way to being winded. He took a deep breath and got up on his knees, leaning over you once more. He propped himself on one elbow, which rested by your head, and gently took your jaw in his grasp once more, turning you to face him. “You’re getting all shy on me…” he whispered with a little laugh, taking in just how red your cheeks were. “Don’t. You’re beautiful. I feel like beautiful isn’t even the right word. It doesn’t feel like enough.” You whined a little, growing even more embarrassed at his words.

But you didn’t have time to complain that you were the only one stripped bare before his lips captured yours once more. As your lips danced, his grip on your jaw vanished and you felt his fingers trailing down your body. It tickled but you forgot all about it when you felt his hand between your legs. A single finger teased your clit with slow, feather-light touches and you moaned against his lips, trying not to rock your hips into his touch.

If he was being honest, he wasn’t sure if he’d found it at first. He was starting to lose his confidence until he swallowed up your moan. But the second he heard you, his touch became firmer and he nipped at your bottom lip as you kissed. He tugged your lip between his teeth as he pulled back and you sighed, not opening your eyes when you felt his warmth leave you.

He sat back and swapped his middle finger for his thumb, his eyes flicking back and forth between your face and the way his fingers were working you up. You couldn’t help but rock into his touch, your bottom lip caught between your teeth to stifle your moans. He didn’t like that you were trying to stay quiet though. He paused his actions and your eyes flew open as you made a sound of displeasure. “Why’d you stop, Joongie?”

“Don’t hide your pretty sounds. Let me hear you.” He urged and you nodded slightly, further disappointed when he moved away entirely. But when he started to lower his head between your legs, you quickly closed your legs. It was embarrassing enough to be exposed and have his hands roaming. But now he wanted to go down on you? The idea of just…seeing someone’s naked body in person was so strange to you. Sure you’d watched porn plenty of times but it was different. This time you were participating and it felt weird to be seen. “You okay, angel?”

His voice brought you back from your thoughts and you began to chew on the insides of your cheeks. When you didn’t answer, he gently nudged your legs to get your attention and kissed your knees. Finally you decided to answer. “I’m okay. It just…I dunno, I’m exposed and the whole being perceived thing is kind of throwing me off.” You explained quietly and he kissed your knees again.

“I guess it doesn’t help that I’m still half dressed, huh?” He chuckled softly and you shook your head. It definitely didn’t help that you were the only one naked. “Should we change that?” You nodded and he stood from the sofa, reaching for the button on his jeans. But you stopped him.

You wanted to be the one to do it. He’d undressed you, after all. Besides, wasn’t facing things head on the best way to get past your hang ups? You knew if you didn’t do it, you’d be too shy to actually look at his naked body. He looked a little confused as you sat up but when your fingers popped the button and slid the zipper down, his lip caught between his teeth as he tried not to curse. You tugged the denim down his thighs and he kicked them off the rest of the way before letting your fingers sneak into the waist band of his boxers.

You were certainly still flustered as you tugged those down as well but part of you was dying to blow him. He was slightly larger than average and well-groomed. Why wouldn’t you want to blow him? You wanted to be the reason he fell apart.

That’s when you understood. It felt strange to be acutely aware of someone’s nakedness but knowing they were baring everything to you made all the difference. You understood what was going through his mind as you admired his toned thighs, hesitantly reaching out and letting your nails drag over the skin there. You noticed his dick twitch at the touch and you looked up at him with uncertainty. All the nerves were pushed away, though, the second you saw his face.

His eyes were screwed shut and his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth. Hard. For a moment you worried he might bite clean through. His breathing was heavy and every muscle in his body was tense. His hands were fists at his sides and it was clear he wanted to shove you back down on the couch and make you scream his name. But he didn’t want to just…grab you.

You found yourself continuing to tease his thighs as you watched his face. His reaction to your touch was oddly addictive. You finally plucked up the courage to wrap your hand around his shaft and the choked sound he let out made your body flood with arousal once again. “Is it okay, Joongie?” You asked quietly as you began to jerk him off, looking up to gauge his reaction.

“Fuck- princess, that’s perfect.” He groaned out and you sped up a little, tentatively wrapping your lips around the tip. But before long, his hand was wrapped around your wrist and he was guiding you back down on the sofa. “I can’t- I wanna taste you, peach. Can I?” He sounded so desperate to bury his head between your legs, even more desperate than you felt for his touch.

This time you didn’t stop him, nodding instead and allowing him to push your legs apart. His lips left a trail of feverish kisses and bites on your thighs until finally he pressed his tongue against you. The moan you let out was almost drowned out by his own groan of satisfaction at finally getting a taste of you.

The man was a genius with his tongue and you wanted to credit that to him being a rapper but part of you wondered how many other women he’d done this for. You didn’t like the thought and forced it away, focusing instead on the way his fingers plunged into you as tongue dragged over your clit. He was eating you out like a man starved and you couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans, not that he wanted you to.

Your back arched when he curled his fingers in a come hither motion, a loud moan ripping from your throat. This only encouraged him and he sped up, finger fucking you as he sucked on your clit. Your cries grew louder with each drag of his tongue and fingers.

You began to pull at his hair which only spurred him on but then you felt the familiar knot and panted out a plea for him to stop. He looked up with a worried expression, pulling away slowly, and you gave a breathless giggle as you shook your head. “It’s okay. Just need a break. I don’t wanna finish before I’ve even felt you.” You panted with a little smile, watching as the worry melted from his expression.

You weren’t sure if you should be annoyed or turned on by the cocky expression that took the place of worry though. “Is that your way of saying I’m just too good?” He teased and you laughed quietly.

“Maybe so. But either way, I asked you to take me and I don’t wanna cum before you do.” You hummed, feeling the knot backing down. “I think you’ve had ample time to appreciate me. I want you, Joongie..” you whispered the last part and he instantly shifted so he was lined up.

The stretch was delicious and you let out a soft moan as your eyes slipped shut again. He paused when he was all the way in and gently massaged your hips. “You okay?”

“I’m okay, Joongie. I’ve experimented on my own, it doesn’t hurt.” You assured him, peeking out with a little smile. He instantly set a slow pace and the room filled with sighs from both of you. He was just as big as, if not bigger than your toys and he fucking knew how to use it.

His hands were everywhere. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to play with your tits or squeeze your hips or trail his thumb over your lips. You were sending him into sensory overload in the best way possible. “You’re doing so good, princess..” he panted and another wave of arousal washed over you. This time, he noticed and smirked. “So you like me calling you names, babydoll?” You could only nod in response, loving every nickname he gave you.

Within minutes, you were letting out high-pitched moans and wrapping your legs around him. He sped up every so often until he was setting an unforgiving pace and you felt like you’d ascend at any given moment. The studio was filled with your cries as his name fell from your lips over and over, like a prayer. His praises and moans only served to further excite you.

You only got louder when you felt his thumb circling your clit, your words making no sense. You pulled him down so you were chest to chest and gasped when he set a different pace. It wasn’t fast and unforgiving but it was relentless nonetheless as his hips snapped forward harshly before slowly pulling back, only to repeat. His lips were leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck and collarbones and your nails dug into his back.

Things reached a fever pitch when you clenched around him. It was meant to be a teasing action but it spelled the end for both of you. Your whole body spasmed rhythmically and your voice was a high-pitched breathy moan as he joined you. His sounds were just as beautiful as what you’d heard earlier and you felt like you’d ascended to the astral plane. You could’ve sworn you saw stars as you came together, shivering at the way his cum felt inside you. “Joongie-“ your moan was cut off by an intense kiss, which you gladly returned.

He didn’t pull out just yet, instead following the passionate kiss with several slow, lazy ones. It felt perfect basking in the afterglow with him like this. “Just so you know…” he started and you looked at him curiously, refusing another kiss until he finished his thought. “You’re my first too.” He practically whispered and your face heated up again as your lips curled into a smile.

It was hard to believe considering how he treated you the whole time. He didn’t seem inexperienced at all. Plus, he was an idol. He’d gone on tours. How had he not hooked up with someone while he was away? It didn’t make sense but you didn’t really care. You just felt special hearing that it was the first time for both of you. You pulled him to rest on your chest once more despite the sweat beading on both of you, kissing the top of his head. “Let’s stay like this for a while…” you whispered and he nodded, his hands running along your thighs absentmindedly.

But after only a few minutes, you let out a sigh. “I don’t wanna leave. But I can’t be seen here or you’ll get in trouble.” You pouted a little before looking at the clock. “It’s only eleven now. There’s still a lot of time before anyone gets here.”

“Stay. We can wake up before anyone gets here. Maybe we can watch the sunrise again before you have to leave.“ He smiled a little and pressed a kiss to your chest.

“I think I can manage that.” You whispered with a little smile as your eyes drifted shut, feeling completely blissed out from the night’s events. Your best friend just took your virginity and nothing felt weird or wrong. It was the opposite, in fact. It felt surreal to think you’d had sex with someone you’d known since the second grade but you wouldn’t have changed a damn thing.

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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Slashers reaction to the reader referring to them as their boyfriend/partner to other people for the first time?

The Slashers reacting to their S/O referring to them as their Boyfriend/Girlfriend to other people for the first time:

Thomas Hewitt

It was no secret that you and Tommy were together, always by each other’s side, acting lovesick.

Luda May wasn’t shy about voicing your relationship, already referring to you as Thomas’ partner and to Thomas as your boyfriend, she already had her mind set on a future of weddings and grandbabies.

Her talk had always made the two of you flustered and embarrassed, neither of you really confirming her claims of your relationship.

You had been down at the gas station with Luda May and Thomas, she had asked Thomas to come to help move some crates and you had already been there to help her watch the place.

A group of travellers had pulled in, getting some gas and stocking up on snacks.

Being a friendly and trustworthy face, you were sent out to greet them and ask if they needed assistance. Thomas had been lifting another crate and had looked over to you, always protective over you, especially when it came to strangers. Eventually one of the men had commented on Tommy’s staring as he worked, scoffing to himself.

“Oh, that’s Tommy, my boyfriend. He’s just a little protective, you never know the type you might run into ‘round here” you reassured them with a smile, fully knowing that it was the Hewitt family that nobody wanted to run into around here.

Of course, Thomas overheard you, and your declaration instantly made him blush, quickly busying himself with his work again.

He’s overjoyed though, hearing you refer to him as your boyfriend, sounding so proud of him, he loved you so much and each day you convinced him that you felt the same. He also likes that these strangers know that you’re together.

Michael Myers

You were seeing some friends and Michael had gotten bored, heading out to find you and continue with his usual stalker shenanigans since he seems to enjoy stalking you when he’s bored and you’ve left him at home. He saw you talking to some of your friends, you were saying goodbye.

They had tried to get you to stay a little longer but you had smiled, telling them that you had to get home to your boyfriend. Of course they had demanded to finally meet this mysterious boyfriend but you shook your head at them before heading home, where Michael would already be when you arrived.

So, you had been referring to him as your boyfriend to your friends for a little while...he isn’t going to bring it up, he’ll act like he never heard it, like he was at home this whole time.

He won’t say anything but he ponders it for a moment, if that’s how you want to refer to him...he’s more than okay with that. Maybe more okay with it than he would admit to himself.

Jason Voorhees

You had gone on a walk through the woods and had wandered into the old camp. You hadn’t been aware of intruders but accidently stumbled upon a group of trespassers who had just arrived and where getting bags out of their car.

The group had turned to you, surprised but friendly. You, on the other hand, panicked a little, knowing you shouldn’t interact with them too much. Jason would be coming to deal with them some time soon.

“Uh sorry...I was just looking for my boyfriend...bye!” you practically ran off, back towards the cabin, knowing that Jason would want you to be somewhere safe and out of the way.

Jason had seen it all from his hidden spot in the trees. At first he had been worried when you stumbled upon the group, worried that you would get hurt or something.

But his heart fluttered when he heard you referring to him as your boyfriend, liking the way it sounded and how it made him feel.

You had been staying with him for a while now and the two of you had become close, certainly entering a more romantic relationship. But that was the first time you had used the title, and you had done so with so much ease.

Yes, he was your boyfriend, and he adored you.

Brahms Heelshire

You and Brahms were certainly dating, at least he definitely thought so and believed that you did too.

The delivery boy had come with your most recent grocery delivery, and you had answered the door.

The two of you were chatting for a while, slowly irritating Brahms, who was sure that the delivery boy had a thing for you.

You had never really thought the delivery boy liked you but he was getting friendlier lately and you knew how much it bothered Brahms, so you had just casually slipped in some talk about your boyfriend (not mentioning Brahms’ name of course), just to get the point across to both of them.

The delivery boy had always been friendly and that had always made Brahms a little jealous but now that the man knows that you have a boyfriend, Brahms feel more confident that he won’t try anything and it makes him just a little less jealous.

Brahms is looking pretty smug when you close the front door and he comes to greet you, you barely have the chance to roll your eyes at him before he’s pulling you into a kiss.

You can’t help but smile fondly at how proud and happy he seems with his new title.

Bo Sinclair

You and Bo had been getting closer, what you had definitely wasn’t ‘casual’ but neither of you had really talked about it. Bo didn’t like talking about that kind of stuff and you didn’t want to bring it up and put him in a bad mood.

It was fine...until a group of visitors arrived in Ambrose.

It wouldn’t be the first time that a woman had flirted with Bo and he had allowed it, even flirted back to lull the strangers into a false sense of security. This would be the first time it made you jealous and you had every right to feel that way.

The flirtatious woman had laid it on fairly thick, Bo had only chuckled but hadn’t really returned the flirtations. You appreciated that but you still wished he would just tell her to stop or be a little less encouraging. You understood, you just didn’t like it.

Bo was looking at their car while you went to tell the group what was going on, telling them that ‘your boyfriend was just checking their car and should be done soon, he’s very good at his job’. You saw how the woman pulled a face at that, which satisfied you at least a little.

Bo had already been on his way over and had overheard how you had referred to him, making him smirk to him, both because of the title but also because of your jealousy.

Now, he just had to mess with you.

He walked over, announcing that their car needed a new fan-belt as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.

You knew that he was being extra obvious in front of the woman, probably more to mess with you than anything, and you knew that he was going to tease you for this later on...but at least he was showing off your relationship in front of these strangers.

Vincent Sinclair

When visitors to Ambrose came by, Vincent would watch from a distance (especially when it came to you, just to make sure you were safe).

He’d listen to conversation he could catch, and he was currently listening to you speaking with the group about their car that they needed help with.

“Sure, I’ll just get my boyfriend, Vincent, to go pick up your car” you told the group politely with a smile.

Vincent was taken back by how you referred to him as your boyfriend, and how you did it so causally. He wondered if you knew he was listening, that he could hear you.

Obviously the two of you had gotten very close as of late, sharing more than a couple romantic moments, but you had never brought up the topic.

It’s fair to say that Vincent is a little flustered when he next sees you but you had truly made his day, made his week even.

Lester Sinclair

You were in Ambrose when a pair of strangers walked into the garage, telling you that their car broke down and some guy gave them a lift into down, saying that his brother owned the garage.

“I’m guessing it was my boyfriend who gave you a ride” you chuckled fondly, obviously knowing that it was Lester but keeping up some sort of act.

“Yeah, he did” Lester beamed proudly as he walked into the garage behind the pair.

You blushed a little, getting a little flustered by getting caught referring to him as your boyfriend, not that he seemed to mind.

When he heard the way you referred to him, it just put a huge smile on his face. He kind of knew that he was your boyfriend but this was the first time you had actually said it.

He greeted you warmly, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek, still beaming. It was sweet really. If Bo had seen, he probably would have gagged.

Bubba Sawyer

The brothers had been bickering and arguing, which was nothing new. Of course, you had started to defend Bubba, since he was pretty unconfrontational.

Drayton had scoffed and complained about you defending Bubba.

You had just responded with “well, he is my boyfriend”, without even thinking about it.

Nobody else (other than Bubba) was surprised by the word ‘boyfriend’. Just rolling their eyes at you and continuing with their bickering.

Bubba had the biggest smile on his face.

He accepts his new position as your boyfriend instantly. Yes, he is your boyfriend and he loves you so much.

He just gets a little giddy and wants to give and receive a lot of affection from you after that.

Billy Lenz

You had been on the phone with a friend. They had invited you out for the evening but you had politely declined, telling them that you were spending the night in with your boyfriend.

Of course, Billy had been listening in on the conversation, and as soon as you referred to him as your boyfriend he was grinning like an idiot.

It was more than obvious that the two of you were in fact dating, you just hadn’t put a name on it and Billy hadn’t really thought to do so. He felt like you had just made the relationship official, but he was more giddy at the thought of other people knowing that he was your boyfriend, that you would talk about him so fondly to your friends.

As soon as you put the phone down, Billy is on you, wrapping you up in his embrace, making you giggle as you returned the gesture, wondering what had gotten into him.

“I’m your boyfriend” he stated proudly, grinning from ear to ear before peppering your face with kisses, making you giggle again.

“Yes you are” you agreed fondly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

You were at Asa’s home when you got a phone call from a friend, asking if you wanted to hang out that evening but you already had plans with Asa. And that’s what you told them.

“Sorry, I’m spending the evening with my boyfriend” you told them, smiling when they complained about not having met your boyfriend yet.

As soon as you hung up, Asa appeared next to you, holding out a drink for you. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered, knowing he had heard and also knowing that you hadn’t really defined your relationship like that yet.

“You could have told me” was all he really responded with as he sat down beside you. Clearly not minding the way you referred to him.

Asa isn’t an idiot, he knew that’s where your relationship was, he just hadn’t brought up the conversation yet. Now it seemed like it didn’t have too, and that was good to know.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

You had decided to visit Jesse at his office, which he had told you that you could do whenever you pleased. When you arrive and were asking for him and the location of his office, you were met by a woman who seemed pretty hostile about your presence.

You definitely didn’t want to cause any trouble at Jesse’s work but she was being rude and you were getting tired, you just wanted to visit Jesse for lunch.

“Look, I’m just here to visit my boyfriend, I’ll just call him and let him know I’m here” you sighed, about to give up as you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

Luckily, Jesse had just been passing through the reception and had witnessed the end of your conversation. Smirking to himself when you referred to him as your boyfriend.

He approached before you could unlock your phone, tucking it away again as you smiled up at him.

Jesse nods to the woman, placing a hand on your back before guiding you up to his office.

Once you’re alone, he will playfully question you about how you had referred to him. After messing with you a bit and making you a little flustered, he reassures you that it’s perfectly fine. He is happy to call himself your boyfriend and to call you his partner.

From then on, everyone knows who you are and that Jesse is your boyfriend. You won’t be stopped or questioned again, don’t worry.

Otis Driftwood

You and Otis had gone to a nearby bar together, just to get out of the house and have a little fun. You had wandered over to the bar without him and when Otis looked over, he saw some guy flirting with you.

Jealousy and protectiveness (maybe some possessiveness) had Otis marching over to the two of you.

“Uh, yeah sorry, I have a boyfriend” he heard you tell the man, shifting away from him in discomfort. You glanced around and relaxed when you saw Otis approaching. “There he is!” you smiled brightly, you were quick to push yourself away from the bar and meet Otis.

He instantly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him, protectively and possessively as he glared the man down.

Damn right, he’s your boyfriend. And he’ll make sure everyone here knows it.

You had never actually called him that before, never actually made whatever the two of you had official. But now you had, that’s all he had to know.

Baby Firefly

You and Baby had gone out to a bar to have a few drinks and probably cause some trouble. She was dancing even though nobody else was, just her, having a great time, as you watched on adoringly.

Some guy and come up beside you and asked who she was.

With a grin, you had proudly exclaimed “that’s my girlfriend!”

Of course, Baby had heard you and smiled about it to herself.

Once she finished dancing, she returned to you and the same guy moved closer, introducing himself to her and asking for her to introduce herself in return.

“I’m their fucking girlfriend” Baby stated proudly with a grin of her own, wrapping her arms around you as if to get her point across even more.

Yautja (Predator)

Of course introducing your family or your friends to your current partner (or ‘mate’, as he would call you) wasn’t really an option at the moment. But you had mentioned that you were seeing someone.

You were on the phone to a friend when they started asking about this mysterious person you had been seeing.

So, finally you told them to give your boyfriend some privacy, the two of you laughing before ending the call.

He had been referring to you as his mate for a while now and you assumed that was the same level, if not even more serious, than the title of boyfriend, so you figured it was okay.

And your mate thought so too. He knew what ‘boyfriend’ meant since you explained human dating to him, so when he heard, he knew what you meant and it just filled him with pride, knowing that you definitely felt the same as him.

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peachycoreroo · 3 years

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the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager

summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.

pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 5.4k

warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist

uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.

him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.

you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.

one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.

it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.

even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.

at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.

“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.

knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.

“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.

alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.

“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.

the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.

“are you waiting for something?”

you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.

“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”

“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”

zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.

“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”

you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.

the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.

five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.

as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.

you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.

no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.

as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.

you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.

the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.

you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.

after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.

when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.

“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”

at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?

you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”

as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.

“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”

“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”

the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.

trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”

“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”

“stop.”

this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.

your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.

your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.

not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.

“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.

you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “

only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.

“did you fuck him?”

zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.

the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.

“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.

the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.

“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”

stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”

the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.

looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.

“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”

just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.

zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.

seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.

“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”

at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.

you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.

it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.

above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.

“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”

you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.

as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.

at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.

on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.

zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.

you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.

strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.

as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.

“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.

“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”

as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”

zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.

in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.

after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.

“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.

your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.

the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.

zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.

a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.

“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.

another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.

“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.

smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’

at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.

when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.

“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.

after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.

as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.

“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.

the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.

every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.

at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.

suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.

not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.

“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.

with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.

“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.

“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”

a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.

zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.

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On your knees | Endeavor x Reader

summary: Enji knows you as his son's best friend, and as the religious innocent-looking little girl, but tonight, he finds out you do so much more than just "pray" when you're on your knees.

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: oral (m!receiving), size kink, age gap, corruption kink

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Pranks on Shoto had always made you chuckle at the least—watching his usually stoic expression switch to either shock, annoyance, anger or sometimes even happiness always brushed you in a satisfying manner.

You were brought home by your best friend after a long night of drinking and celebrating with your classmates, teachers and friends. Finally—you've graduated college and now are a few days away from receiving the title 'Pro Hero' from no other than your best friend's father, Enji Todoroki or to many people who know him, Endeavor.

Enji has always been present in your life. On your first year of highschool, befriending Shoto has been a tiring goal, but you prevailed. As your friendship grew stronger, you two grew closer—meeting each other's families, spending time with each other, getting the usual 'are the two of you dating?' questions and having to laugh it off like it was the funniest joke you've heard in your life.

Shoto's an amazing guy, he's a gentleman, he minds his own business, he's strong, smart, he also comes from a rich family. If he asked you out, you'd be an idiot to say no.

However, the two of you had always reminded each other of your promise. Do not fall for each other, if you sense feelings coming your way, tell the other immediately and we will do our best to get rid of them.

The both of you only ever sought out a friendship from each other and you've shared too many embarrassing and dark secrets to each other to ruin the relationship.

On your usual sleepovers with Shoto, when you went to the kitchen late at night for a glass of water to calm your parched throat, you'd either walk past Enji or the door to his office that always remained ajar.

Whenever you two caught each other in the halls however, there was always an awkward but at the same time relaxing vibe in the air. The two of you knew each other to not be wary of the other but also knew too little to be exchanging questions like how was your day? or nice tie.

Exactly. The two of you barely know each other so why are you hiding from Shoto in his father's office? As mentioned before, pranks on Shoto had always tickled you but now, after placing mayo in his oreos and glue in his toothpaste tube, you knew you had to hide from him.

At least for a few minutes.

You were supposed to hide under the kitchen counter, where they had cabinets to store cleaning supplies in, but the door to Enji's office was completely open today and there was no sign of him.

You looked around the hall, making sure there wasn't anyone catching you in the act of trespassing before dashing inside the clean office.

It was pretty average-sized, small compared to his office back in the agency, but the office table was just as big, so you made a run for it. You hunched over, pulling at your short black body-con dress to keep it from hiking up your ass.

Yes, the second you were left in your best friend's room after he offered to let you stay in his place for the night was to sabotage his snacks and toothpaste. You're an amazing friend, aren't you?

You push yourself further underneath the office table, hugging your legs to your chest as you pressed your lips together, trying to swallow any excited giggles that were threatening to fall from them.

You hear the door open before footsteps begin making their way towards the table. Another rushed tapping from the hall is heard before it stops immediately. "Have you seen Y/n?" You hear Shoto ask.

Hold on—was that his father's footsteps your heard just now?

"No, why?" Enji's deep voice resonates throughout the room, causing a shiver to run up your spine. He always sounded so rough and deep and you always heard him as such a boss especially during your internship.

"She thought she could get away with ruining my oreos and toothpaste." Shoto seethes, making you clasp your hands onto your mouth to prevent any of your childish giggles from slipping.

"Y/n's a good girl, Shoto. Don't lose her." You hear Enji's voice round the table and before you know it, he's sitting on his office chair, still with his suit on. Your eyes widen as he pushes himself forward, forcing you to place your hands on either side of the inside of his desk.

His knees are inches away from your shoulders and it's clear to you just how just how big he is under his tight slacks. His size is painfully clear with how it sticks out like a sore thumb on his thigh. Was it as big as your forearm?

The two exchaged a few words to which your brain muffled out. Your mouth watered and your throat parched at the sight of his cock just inches away from you.

You wondered; How would it feel in my hands? Inside me? Would Enji be mad? Shocked? Would he like it?

You thoughts were cut off when you see his thigh tense up and flinch and it's too late, you're already palming him through his pants. You hold your breath in, about to pull away but the mini devil version of you on your right shoulder convinces you to just get on with it. No turning back now.

You continue stroking his clothed member with your smaller fingers, palms heating up your boss' cock. "I'll um-" Enji clears his throat, "I guess I'll tell you if I see her." You hear him swallow nervously. You don't hear Shoto respond, only his footsteps slowly walking away and the door closing right after.

Enji immediately pushes himself away from his desk, brows furrowed as he looks at you with a piercing gaze. He doesn't look mad, more like completely caught off guard. "What the hell are you doing here, L/n? Shoto is-"

"Shoto won't be seeing me for the rest of the night." You slowly crawl towards him, making sure your back is arched as you looked up at him with lustful half-lidded eyes. You smile seductively, rising onto your knees as you run your hands up and down his thighs.

"Don't you think your pants are a bit too tight, Endeavor?" You lean your face in between his thighs, eyes still on him as you press your lips against the zipper of his pants. You watch in amusement as he sucks in a breath, hands clenching on the sides of his office chair.

"Bad little girl." He mutters under his breath, hand slowly making its way onto your hair to comb his fingers through your locks. "I'm your boss."

"And I may be looking for a promotion." You wink jokingly at him, though it may be half-meant. A promotion right after you're hired isn't bad.

"Shoto says you complain about your knees hurting for praying too long. Something tells me praying isn't the only thing you're good at when you're on your knees." You smile at his words, fingers undoing his button and zipper. Your fingers hook onto his pants as well as underwear and he lifts his hips up, helping you pull his pants down. His member springs free and a giddy feeling bubbles up inside you— you haven't been this excited since you were accepted in UA.

You lap your tongue in between you lips, wetting them before taking Enji's cock in your hands. The pro hero sucks in a breath all the while rocking his head back, letting you pump his cock with both your hands. Your palms barely wrap around the width of his cock as you continue riling him up, smearing some of the pre cum all over the head of his cock before you start leaning your head towards it.

Before you could, Enji presses his thumb on your lower lip, dragging it down to see your teeth. At the sight of your pink tongue, he pushes his thumb into your mouth, pressing on your soft muscle. You suck on his thumb, swirling your tongue around the finger before opening your mouth again to show his wet finger.

He raises a brow, taking his thumb out of your mouth, watching you with a heavy gaze as you take your tongue out to lick the head of his cock teasingly. You give it kitten licks before slowly dragging your tongue down the underside of his length.

As you bring your tongue up from the base, you allow your lips to encase the tip. You slowly push your head down, already feeling your tears collect in the corners of your eyes at how full your mouth is.

"No teeth." Enji hisses, his thick fingers massaging your nape, encouraging you to take more of him. You open your mouth as wide as you can to avoid your teeth from grazing him, but to no avail. The second he feels your canines brush against him, he tightens his grip on your hair, pulling you off of him.

"If you were going to tease me about sucking my cock," Enji roughly pulls you up, pushing you onto his desk where you are now bent over. "You could have at least given me a good performance."

He runs his hands up your thighs, thumbs tickling your inner thighs before he's pushing your dress up, showing off your ass. "We won't need this." He pulls your panties down your legs, crumpling them up as he presses it onto his nose, taking a deep breath to smell them before opening one of his drawers and tossing them inside.

"Show me that pretty pussy of yours." With his thumbs, he pulls either side of your sex apart, showing off the pink skin inside. Enji lets out a shaky breath and before you know it, his lips are pressed against your cunt and his tongue is pushing into you.

A smile breaks into your face as you sink your teeth onto your lower lip, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of Enji's tongue swirling around inside you. He lifts your legs up, allowing you to prop your knees on his desk to give him more space to work with.

The pro hero licks your throbbing pussy a few times, hpt breath and wet tongue slowly teasing you into an orgasm. He sucks on your pussy, even going as far as biting the sides before going back to fucking you with his tongue.

At the feeling of his finger entering your sex, an orgasm wahses over you, causing a soft whimper to leave your lips. Enji pays this no mind, adding another finger, stretching you open as best as he can as you roll your hips, desperate for more.

"Mmmm-fuck, more, please." You whine, looking back at him with pleading eyes. He looks at you with a raised brow, glaring at you. "More? More what? What do you want exactly?" He asks, deep voice causing a surge of pleasure to run down your spine.

"You, Endeavor!" You moan, feeling a third finger enter your cunt. Your thighs tense at the stinging pain of the stretch, but you feel something warming in your lower belly at how he thrusts his fingers inside you, preparing you for the real deal.

"Should have known you were such a cockslut." Enji spits, pulling fingers out before flipping you over. He pulls the top part of your dress down, allowing your breasts to spill out. He takes one in his hand, fondling and playing with it, careful not to hurt you as he takes the other in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around your nipple, sucking on it when it grows hard.

He sucks splotches of red all over your chest, growing weirdly excited at the thought of those reds turning purple tomorrow.

"No more," You breathe out, "Need you in me, Sir Endeavor." You cringe at how desperate and whiny you sound but brush it off the second his gaze turns a shade darker. "Call me that again." His voice is an octave lower, causing the hair all over your body to stand.

"Sir... Endeavor..."

In a second, he's pushing himself inside you. You part your lips, moan about to rip from your throat but Enji presses a firm hand onto your opened mouth. "We can't let my son know I'm fucking you so good now, can we?"

His thrusts are slow and languid at first, easing you up, allowing you to get used to his size. When he feels you rolling your hips, he's chnging his pace, snapping his hips as you unravel underneath him.

The way your breasts bounce at every thrust, the soft moans the slip from your lips, and your fingernails digging onto the skin of his biceps. These all push him to go even faster, more relentless and to abuse your slutty cunt the way he wants.

You brain grows foggy as he pounds into you. The thought of your cunt not being the same after this haunts you—will you be able to find pleasure with other men or is the thought of none of them being able to size up to Endeavor going to ruin your sex life?

Enji's grunts and deep moans fill your head as you feel a second orgasm tickle you. The pro's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him as he sits back down on his leather chair.

"Ride me. Come on, baby." He mutters under his breath and you begin rocking your hips quite shakily. Your thighs lift you up and down, the chair squeaking every time you lower yourself.

Endeavor's hands find their way to your hips, fingertips digging onto your soft skin as he chuckles. Your raise a questioning brow, looking at him to see his gaze pulled downwards. "I'm touching your bellybutton," He places a thumb on your navel, "from the inside."

Your eyes widen at the sight of the bulge on your tummy, sure enough the work of his cock. Enji looks up at you, all smug and proud. "I'll ruin you for everyone else." He whispers before pulling your hips downwards, allowing your cunt to swallow every singe inch of him.

"Please do." You whisper back.

A moan quickly slips from your lips before Endeavor presses a searing kiss onto your lips, shutting you up. His tongue dances with yours as he sucks onto your lower lip, tasting you.

Your arms find themselves wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as you feel yourself tip over, orgasm washing over you. Your hips shake and your breathing grows ragged, forehead pressed against Enji's and clit throbbing from the stimulation.

Enji takes your chin by his thumb and index finger, making you look up at him. "We're not finished." He mutters.

What the hell did you get yourself into?

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