Skz as Boyfriends!

Paring~ SKZ x Reader

Genre~ informative lol

A/N~ yep it was requested! Enjoy 친구 <3

warnings? none. (idk mention of bed related things haha)

SKZ M☁List II Main M☁List

시장……..

✿ Bangchan

We all know this guy and you all have read enough of him I think, to know what imma say. (But for special purposes why not..)

This guy is really really serious about relationships and you are probably the one because he just can’t help loving everything about you.

The fact that he is yours even with all the responsibilities and work he has as a leader and idol is a miracle itself. Therefore consider yourself LUCKY to have the most caring and loving man anyone could have.

Dates- He likes movies hence movie nights and date to the theater are often. If not then he likes taking you to a sports event or the beach cause yeah. ( that vibesssssss you know? )

PDA = 3/10 why?, because as mentioned earlier he is responsible for many important things and he doesn’t want to have any misunderstandings about you and dislikes hate in general. That 30% I gave him was because he would only do PDA if really needed.

In Bed things? Umm not often actually but once in a while yes WHILE he would like it I’m sorry I mean LOVE it..

Con? Yep time! Sorry girl but that time you need, it’s hard for him to fulfill every time.

Cute extra info- Doesn’t mention it but secretly likes when you poke his dimple and say he’s cute.

✿ Minho

There are these majority conceptions, as I said majority but not all cause there are stays who know that he is a sweet guy deep deep down.😉

If you’re his s/o he will give every bit of him to you and expects the same for you. I would categorize him as a boyfriend wo acts like a mom lol. It maybe hard to digest that information but trust me this feeling I have from my gut I can say that he is also very caring. Although he might not say things like I will be there whenever you need me or even I miss you, care for you, but he doesn't need to say this anyway. As action speak more than words our Minho is the same.

Dates- He likes to balance it between what you like and what he likes as well. If you are a new couple he straight up asks what you prefer. Plus point he likes to take you to cat café if you like cats too.

PDA = 0.5/10 why? honestly speaking this guy literally hates to express his feelings. That .5 is literally him agreeing that he is yours and that's it. (when someone asks that is)

In Bed things? I personally think it depends on his mood and not yours. Yup. Somedays he wants you a lot and somedays he likes his space. I'm not saying he hates cuddling but more than that on days he is either tired or stressed he likes to keep that little limit to what happens next.

Con? Attention... you would literally take his cats away from him to get his attention.

Cute extra info- likes it when you call him and yourself Appa and Eomma to his cats.

✿ Changbin

Changbin being the puff/ strong guy(sorry that sounded disturbed lol) We all know how babied he likes to be.

Him as a boyfriend is just very natural, I mean from the way he takes you on a fancy date to even putting nail polish on your left hands. Everything is very genuine and he loves it. The Boyfriend to always apologize first.

I find him as someone to take attraction and the next step which is relationship very seriously. ( the person to be very calculative, it can beat Chan honestly..)Knowing that he is afraid to hurt people in any kind of way, to hurt you even as an accident breaks his heart.

Dates- Our Dwaekki loves taking you on dates with loads of food or snacks. A typical Korean restaurant or even food stalls, he loves seeing you eat than to be broken when you might have some kind of sickness due to eating problems.

PDA = 5/10 why? Because he likes your opinion. He is okay with either if you insist on a particular one but slightly leans on less public knowing. Holding hands and probably hugging you wouldn't be a huge problem for him.

In Bed things? he loves it anytime honestly... if he is horney he is getting what he wants and when you are same goes to you.. you'll get what you want..

Cons? Too much aegyo which makes you do things you don’t necessarily want to. (Stay blessed)

Cute extra info- Praise him! (x100) loves it when you say things like " my boyfriend is so strong.." or even " those arms mmm..."

✿ Hyunjin

I mean do I need to say how into he is with this??? Damn this man is the most prepared man a girl could have. The type to know everything about relationships... from trending couple fashion to even special not important but cute couple events..( that he probably found randomly scrolling through google)

He knows your anniversary, birthday, your moms birthday, dads and basically your whole family knows him too. He also keeps track of your monthly cycle too cause he likes being responsible for you..

He is the type to get jealous very easily BUT wont admit it when you ask. Likes to braid your hair while learning from YouTube.. Likes to buy you so many colorful cute hair accessories. (loves your hair..)

Dates- we all know this guy is fancy so he likes fancy dates but he can also be the complete opposite.. Fancy~ maybe to a art restaurant or even on a fancy boat cause why not.. Normally though~ likes to take you to an art museum or at night to take you on the roof for star gazing..

PDA = 2/10 why? I've probably given hints on my fictions with Hyunjin about this in particular. He prefers keeping this in private and that 20% is with his members (barely)

In Bed things? This guy couldn’t be more romantic lol. Loves being prepared for this buys every thing you both need… and yeah loves it.

Cons? He buys Kammi more hair clips than you sorry….

Cute extra info- likes when you get mad when he cut his hair lol. I apologize to all the stays I know he is cute every time but that long hair just hits different….

✿ Jisung

The craziest boyfriend you could have and will only have. You would low key love your relationship with this man I’m telling ya…

You two would have so much fun like toddlers. He is honestly the cutest, funniest, talented etc.. man you get all in one.. ahaha..

Likes to buy you the most stupid things that actually works for a daily living..( that thing he bought to watch on his phone while laying down 😵)

likes to joke around and talk to you a lot.. gurll listen to him he loves it. He likes to value your problems as well so listens to you too.

Dates- likes to watch anime so you two usually have this anime night cuddle sessions but if he were to plan something outside he would prefer to take you to the amusement part lol.

PDA = 8/10 why? honestly he likes showing you off cause he is fond of you. Basically doesn't care what others think... his parents know you, members, friends outside the group, and stays know you exist lol.. 20% i kept for a reason because he doesn't like it when things get out of handle so he wont do anything to the extent..

In bed things? yes he likes it but that turns up into a tickle fight or even a complete cringe but cute moment..

Cons? He might be very sensitive leading to him being upset and you having to apologize...

Cute extra info- loves it when you kiss his cheeks or just play with them in general..

✿ Felix

I had to bring this up at some point lol.. stays probably know the video where he says his clothes are boyfriend material lol...and yes i agree hands down!

A boyfriend material in his own way ahaha.. i mean we all know he loves to be cared for and loved. That Bangchan! spoiled little youngbok.. i personally feel or think two ways. Either he likes being cared for by you or he takes care for you since now he gets to be the older one..

Felix likes speaking in English so if you know English he would speak both languages as well. Likes to give you blowjobs cause he fell in love with you lol..

Dates- Shopping malls, window shopping, UNO on a picnic lol all these are his favs and so are yours .. Personally speaking he likes to take you to places where he can take lots of pictures of you..

PDA = 4/10 why? I don't know haha yup its just a feeling where I'm in between of two opposite thoughts.. I fell like he shows you to his members and family but not more than that.. (Olivia is most likely to love you)

In bed things? Likes being pampered and loves it when you lead.. happens pretty often actually..

Cons? yes! he like being touchy and so do you but he does it too much which beats ya.. and jealous really easily! and he lets you know that..

cute extra info- compliment him on his freckles and he will blush literally a tomato 🍅..

✿ Seungmin

Sweet really sweet.. he is the typical Korean boyfriend you'll get haha even better than that.

He just likes to talk to you or even look at you all day and keep that puppy smile on him.. The type to sing you a song to sleep or whenever you ask him to. likes to hear you sing too.. attempts to make you laugh but ends up, giving up.

He likes kissing your eyes when they are closed.. or when you just fell asleep after the song likes to give your eyes quick pecks..

Dates- He likes walks and that's why you go on evening walks and return when it's dark.. likes holding your hands. He likes grocery shopping with you, takes you to the rooftop to talk about life and its shitty problems.. Basically effortless things that make your relationship happy for what it is.

PDA = 1/10 why? I mean do I need to tell you this? he is like Minho but just a little bit more obvious.. Prefers to express his love when you two are alone..(that's it)

In bed things? umm yes but no.. i mean he gives in to your begs but I feel like Seungmin is just too into cute cuddling and these things are only when he is very desperate ..

Cons? not much but maybe ignoring you when you ask if he can buy you ice Cream for the fifty-sixth time..(but gives in anyway)

Cute extra info- He likes when he sees you in his clothes.. but doesn't say it and acts like he doesn't..

✿ Jeongin

Baby, baby, Baby..... he is our baby boyyyy but his savage ass towards his Hyungs just breaks it all hahaha…

Jk he is actually really cute, caring, sweet and likes to be protective. It may not suit him but yes he likes scolding people if done wrong to you..

You might be older or younger honestly he doesn’t care.. he is very respectful to you either way. He loves you and is very shy too which you find cute.

Dates- Asks you for your opinion or his Hyungs. He still is very inexperienced so he doesn’t know but sometimes likes it when you two spend time on the swings of some random park with fruit juice 🧃..

PDA = 0/10 why? Cause no no no no not even to his members haha he is just too shy and likes to keep his relationship in its own boundaries.

In bed things? Nope please! I’m sorry stays but I just can’t with Jeongin… (no further details he is just so precious to me)

Cons? He understands very late.. like you trying to say you want to cuddle, kiss etc.. without words he won’t get it. Just fucking be straight forward with our baby.

Cute extra info- honestly everything is cute about him so I can’t fit it here sorry… stays use your imagination here…

끝…

I’m probably over thinking/over complicating things but Ironwood and Penny have been really bothering me. It because prior to the moment that destroyed Penny’s arc the show and Ruby were really pushing that Penny not matter her body was human and that’s a very positive I like that especially when it comes to characters of Penny’s nature.

So my problem kicks in when I think of Ironwood. Namely this part in his song:

“What if it's true as they say

That I don't have a heart

That I'm more a machine than a man?”

Like wtf. I mean I “get it” especially with that dumbass line of Winter. But when it’s talked about Ironwood it was always in reference to the fact that his body is half robotic and there for we are meant to see the correlation between his body and his character.?

Put next to Penny’s message that really bothers me. Even more so since Penny gets a “reward” of becoming human, but the writers push that Ironwood sacrificing his arm to stop Watts and replacing it (a medical decision that could be debated given that he wanted to be up and able immediately to handle things not to mention that fact that nerves and muscle are severely fucked up) with a new (uncharacteristically uncovered) prosthetic means that he’s moving away from humanity. This thought has been driving nuts for a week.

I don’t think you’re overthinking at all. The writers have been pretty blatant about what they think of disabled people.

On the topic of James, 1. They wrote their triple amputee character to be coded as losing his humanity. This is suspect from the get go, but writers imo need to be especially careful and sensitive when they display things like villains with prosthetics. CRWBY is not careful and sensitive. 2. They specifically connected the loss of his limb to the loss of his humanity outside of the show, and as you said, his new prosthetic is uncharacteristically uncovered as well, and there were some pointed shots showcasing his arm and emphasizing it before showing Ironwood doing something wrong as well as a shot that particularly bothered me of them having James fall to Winter when his aura broke and then them immediately flashing to a fallen, broken robotic soldier. Tying the loss of someone’s humanity to them losing a limb / gaining a prosthetic in any way is wrong imo. There are better ways to display someone’s loss of humanity than villainizing the loss of his arm, and I don’t care what justifications people have for ‘they just meant to say that he was too impatient to-’ Idc. Tying the loss of humanity to the gaining of a prosthetic is wrong. 3. They never once treated Ironwood’s clear PTSD, history of mental health problems, and trauma with any sympathy, instead spending their time ragging on him for not wanting to feel his pain anymore and condemning him for... Trying to control his emotions. 4. CRWBY also gave him a semblance and explained how it worked by saying he hyper focused, talking about how James’ passive semblance that he can’t control forces him to focus on one single goal and fixate. I’m not disabled, but I do hyper fixate. It’s not something I can control, and to see it used as a justification for evil (in one of my favorite characters in the series who reminded me of my father lol) and being treated as something bad... It doesn’t feel good. I can’t imagine how other people must feel who are much more affected by this than I am. 5. As you say, the writers go out of their way to reference his metal body as being more ‘machine than man’ and make lines about him being heartless. And yeah, I get that he’s an allegory for the ‘Tin Man’ from Wizard of Oz but ffs the Tin Man had always had a heart and I honestly thought that was what they were going for in V3 with Qrow commenting that sometimes he thought James didn’t have a heart and the audience seeing Ironwood’s actions as questionable, only for the entire show to tell us repeatedly that he actually is a caring and good person who’s willing to destroy all the forces he was proud to show off if it means saving lives and was actually pretty freaking blameless in the Fall of Beacon and was super kind to the kids and when the chips were down, Qrow and Glynda both absolutely knew without even questioning that James would never ever willingly hurt the world or fully betray them and had absolutely no hand in the Beacon attack. Like, I’m sorry, but between Penny and Ironwood, season eight is the season of taking well done character allusions and throwing them out the window for the exact opposite moral done incredibly poorly. And anyway, getting off of that rant, making a ‘more machine than man’ sentiment tied around a triple amputee character is incredibly harmful and hurtful to people with disabilities and only propagates the real world stereotypes against people like James.

So, yes, their treatment of Ironwood, his mental health, and specifically his disabilities was so badly done, harmful, incredibly insensitive, and frankly, appalling that it came from grown adult writers in 2019-2021! But, as you point out, it’s not just Ironwood. And here’s where things really get bad for CRWBY. Because Ironwood alone is enough for me to say they were ableist - unintentionally or otherwise - and ought to apologize for the hurt they’ve caused their fans. But when you get into the rest of their treatment of characters with metal prosthetics or non-flesh elements to their body, it becomes a pattern.

Penny’s entire body is removed from her on threat of death, with the justification that it’s hurting her and that her body is just a machine and not part of who she is, contradicting Penny’s earlier themes of self-acceptance and validating her humanity in the body she already had. She then dies by assisted suicide in a way that feels unneeded, after having asked to be killed earlier in the narrative. So many people have talked about how destructive her story became in V8 and how it personally hurt them, especially non-binary people, trans people, autistic people, or disabled people who saw themselves in Penny or saw in her arc something that they could relate to, only to have Penny’s differences stripped away from her, having her conform to normal body standards and have her previous body type invalidated by her friends, and then they had her killed via assisted suicide in an unbelievable way, insisting as well that she never made a choice before she was a flesh-person and couldn’t feel things right. It’s all horribly done, but it’s important to remember that while Ironwood is accused of losing his humanity as he loses a third limb and gets a third prosthetic, Penny’s earlier validation is taken away and is instead only granted and she is only justified as a person when she loses all her ‘nuts and bolts’ and becomes a flesh person. And then she’s killed anyway.

Yang’s prosthetic is the least ill handled, but it is still dismissed as ‘just extra’ despite her former fairly strong arc of coming to terms with her disability and making it a part of her. She casually justifies what’s happening with Penny despite Penny not being in a position of adequate consent. Yang’s trauma and PTSD also vanished when Adam died at the end of season six and in my opinion, that situation was handled very badly.

Maria and Pietro, two other disabled characters, disappeared, left when Amity fell and were not even mentioned iirc since. Not even when Penny is awake, not even when they’re evacuating, not even when Penny is choosing to die. She never brings up her father. And Ruby’s supposed ‘mentor’ who never had an actual narrative role that couldn’t have been filled by Qrow and has had nothing to do since season six even past that is also forgotten out in the tundra and not mentioned again.

The writers go out of their way to have Winter say that because she was just following orders (a statement that contradicts her previous character imo) and pushing down her emotions, she was the real machine, whereas Penny had been human underneath her apparently easily tossed aside and destructive previous metal body.  And I don’t know if this means anything, but in that scene where she and Penny meet when Penny is dying and transferring the maiden powers to Winter, Winter is in her V7 character design, instead of wearing her assistive brace. Like I said, I don’t know if I’m reading into that, but with everything else, it feels like an iffy choice.

So yeah. In the past season CRWBY specifically cultivated a pattern of disrespect, dismissal, and villainization of any non-flesh attributes in my opinion. It seems pretty intentional and clear to me, but I’m willing to accept that maybe this was just a wildly bad uneducated mistake. Here’s the thing about that, though, after the Faunus/Racism allegory, the CRWBY writers should’ve learned their lesson and not touched on any real world topics that they weren’t willing to do the research on and treat with the sensitivity and care and respect the topics needed. Their Faunus/Racism allegory was harmful and hurtful and frankly could’ve sunk them in the water, they should’ve learned to put much more care and effort into their work or stayed the hell away from anything that could further spread the negative stereotypes surrounding real world people. But they didn’t learn their lesson and they’ve continued to push harmful narratives with no awareness or sensitivity. I don’t think you’re over-reacting at all, I think this is something that - intentionally written or otherwise - the writers should be called out on, or they’re just going to continue writing harmful narratives.

Also, I am not disabled, many of my opinions on the treatment of these characters comes from posts I’ve seen from many disabled or neurodivergent RWBY fans (or former RWBY fans,) or other people more affected by these narratives - minus the thing I said about Winter appearing without her brace when she talks to Penny, as it was something I just noticed while typing out this post. Since I’m not disabled, I’m not the best person to talk about these things, so if I got anything wrong in this, anyone more affected, please know you can let me know and I can edit and fix.

Basorexia

Sudden urge to kiss someone.

NSFW

Atsumu x Fem!reader

Warnings: Degradation, Angry & Locker room sex, dom! Atsumu.

1st set.

Atsumu scanned the audience. No signs of you there. What is he expecting anyways? It's not like your coming to his game right now to see him play. You fought last night so why bother?

2nd set.

The opponent took the first set. They didn't mind, they know they would win in the end afterall.

Time out.

Atsumu checked his phone. No new messages. He took a deep breath. It's not like you would text him. You're at work right now. You're busy. He needs to understand that.

His teammates patted his back to make him come back to his senses. Right, Focus. He needs to focus on the game, not on you, who isn't even supporting his match right now.

3rd set.

Inarizaki took the last set. If they could take this set, they would win this match. While the whole team was talking about the strategy, Atsumu still searched for you in the crowd.

Where were you? Oh right. Your at your stupid work. Working with your stupid ex. Who happens to get on his nerves all the time. Who happens to be the reason why he was mad at you last night. You even defended the guy and it was annoying as hell, it makes his blood boil everytime.

Atsumu gripped his water bottle tighter to the thought of the fight last night. Now he was getting frustrated and pissed. All he wants is for you to support him just this once and take a break from work is that too much to ask for?

His teammates told him it was time to go back to the game, breaking his trance to the thought of you and so he did.

The game was intense and it was a deuce now, 31-32, one wrong move from Inarizaki. They could lose the match and they wouldn't want that.

Atsumu was just waiting to receive the ball but then you crossed his mind. Your beautiful eyes, your kissable lips and your perfect body. God, he keeps getting distracted by you, all his focus will fade away everytime he thinks of you. He was so mad at you but he badly wants you there right now. To cheer for him at his passion so why were you like this? Why were you doing this to him? Why-

It all happened so fast and the ball went straight to his side and he didn't manage to receive it quick enough. The moment he heard the last whistle blow and the cheers from the other team. He fucking knew he blew it. He was angry and speechless. 'This is all your fault, y/n.' he thought.

-

You were running so fast to get to the gymnasium in time. You were hoping you would be there from the first set to the last set but you weren't expecting to have a shit ton of customers today in the café, if it wasn't for Rin; your ex and co-worker your boss wouldn't let you go off the hook easily. He knew how badly you wanted to surprise Atsumu today and make up with him because last night was a pure misunderstanding and you were both tired thus you two didn't get to talk it out, all you did was argue.

You definitely felt guilty for making Rin handle all the customers today but not as guilty and sad you feel for Atsumu. Your heart couldn't take it whenever you guys fought, sure you were bratty and stubborn at times but you definitely love Atsumu to even be mad at him for a day.

When you got to the gym, other teams were already playing. 'Oh shoot, I missed it.' you thought. You were about to search for the locker rooms when you got a text message.

'We lost but If you still decide to come. I'm here alone in the locker room.' That's odd, weren't his teammates supposed to be there too? You didn't reply, wanting to surprise him and make him feel better as soon as possible. As you were walking to where he is, you spotted the Inarizaki team leaving the building but atsumu wasn't there so you just shrugged it off and went off to find him.

You were almost at the door when you heard a loud crash inside the locker room. You got worried and opened the door quickly only to find Atsumu standing with his right fist punched on a locker. You hurriedly come up to him and exclaimed.

"Tsum, babe! What's wrong?" Your hands held his right hand to see if he scratched or scraped his hand. Good thing it was just red so you grabbed an ice pack from the cooler and gently aided his hand.

"What if your hand got injured or worse? Babe you know how I get so worried about you." You glanced at him and he was only staring at you with blank eyes although he was still letting you take care of him so you just sighed and initiated a conversation.

"Atsumu, look I wanted to apologize for last night and I'm sorry I missed the match. I actually wanted to surprise you today to make up with you but customers flooded, it's a good thing Rin-" You stood there shocked as he suddenly grabbed your neck and kissed you harshly. You can tell he was very frustrated and angry with you but instead of pushing him off, you just wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed him back with so much passion.

His other hand held the your waist and before you know it, you were pushed against the wall with him still kissing you. He then pressed rough kisses on your neck, sucking, licking and biting aggressively onto it. You moaned his name as he finally gets to your sensitive spot.

"Rin this, Rin that. I'll fucking show you who you belong to, you brat." You moaned his name again as he bit you harshly and he loves it; Hearing you moan his name with so much pleasure. He wanted you so much after the game had ended. He was continuously thinking of you and what he would do to you because he had blamed you for losing the game; And now that you are here, his desires will finally be fulfilled.

"Strip. Now." Without hesitation you unzipped your dress and removed your undergarments. You stood there naked before him and saw how his eyes glistened with lust and want. You heard him groaned as he scanned you from head to toe.

Your body was a sight to behold and Atsumu felt his cock hardened just looking at you like this. He immediately took off his top and shorts leaving the boxers on. He held your shoulders and pushed you down to kneel infront of him. "Take my boxers off and suck."

You obliged looking up at him with sexy hooded eyes, you bit the garter and pulled his underwear down with your teeth. His cock sprung up, red, hard and swollen. You internally cussed because of how wet you are right now just looking at his cock. You slowly held the base with your hands and lick the tip with pre-cum on it.

You heard him moan so you continue to move your hands gripping the base tighter as you slid your mouth to his throbbing cock. You sucked him off up and down also humming to give him vibrations however you couldn't take him all since he was just so big so you had to use your hands for support.

He loves the scene before his eyes and how you expertly do this to him everytime. All his stress and frustrations are slowly fading away but it is still not enough. So he grabbed your hair and pushed his cock deep in your throat abruptly making you gag and teary-eyed.

He fucked your mouth relentlessly as you choked on his cock multiple times. "You like that, huh? This big cock fucking your little filthy mouth." He growled as he shoved your head again even deeper. You only whined wanting him to release quickly.

Much to your surprise he stopped and pulled you up to your feet. "Up against the wall. Bend. Ass up. Now." You did what he said and waited for him to put his cock inside you considering you badly wanted to feel him filling you up but instead you were met with a stinging pain on your ass. He had spanked you hard and you are sure it would leave a mark.

"Now what do you want naughty girl?" You gasped as he slapped your ass again. "You, Atsumu. Please. I want you inside of me." He roughly pulled your hair and made you look at him. "But now, tell me y/n, Who do you belong to?" You looked at him with begging eyes and pleaded "You, Atsumu. I belong to y-"

Without warning he pounded into you and you could only scream his name out loud. He was so big you could not adjust in time while he just groans at how tight you are. Your knees are getting weak every thrust and you don't know where to hold anymore since your hands are slipping from the wall. Atsumu noticed this and he held your neck and waist with his hands keeping you still.

"You fucking like this don't you? Like the fucking slut you are." You can only moan louder as a response and you felt the hand on your waist leaving to squeeze and play with your breasts.

"Yes, Y/n you take me in so fucking well. This cunt is mine. You. Are. Mine." He growled in your ear, pinching your nipples as he thrusts in you. You just nodded because he feels so good inside of you that you couldn't even think straight.

"No one could make you feel like this. I could only make you feel like this. Now, cum for me you whore. Cum for me, doll." He felt your pussy get even tighter indicating that you were about to cum and without a doubt you did.

He soon thrusted into you again a few times to meet his release and pulled out shooting his seeds onto your back. You felt so tired though you could not move so Atsumu carried you to the benches and cleaned you up with a wet towel.

"Tsum, I'm really sorry about last night and sorry I couldn't cheer you on." You pouted but he shut you up by placing soft kisses on your lips, cheeks and forehead.

"It's okay babe, I forgive you." He smiled up at you and tenderly caressed you face.

"Hmm, now let me take you out on a date." He laughed and you just rolled your eyes but still agreed as you both dress up. After that you both left the locker room;

Happy and satisfied.

Note: Hi! This was all for funsies, so Idk if it's great but I had fun writing this. Let me know what you all think and maybe I'll start posting more soon hmm👀

Tagging horknee bbys: @bokukiyoom @xanaxdeity @kozumebabie @paripedia @akakeiiji @boomboomjaz @doggonudez

Too drunk to fuck pt.9

Previous | Part one

Whatever that text was supposed to mean, you didn't care. You purposely ignored and avoided Mark the whole week, and after a few ignored messages, he gave up, and seemed to understand what you were probably thinking, every day Jaemin walked you home -because then you'd spend more time together than if he drove, he said- after a day in school with your new friends, and every day promised to be better than the last one. Friday came sooner than expected, and you got up earlier to dress extra special, tonight's dinner with Jaemin and your parents, although excited, made you incredibly anxious. So many things could go wrong.

When the classes were over, Jaemin was waiting for you outside of your classroom, holding your hand and giving you a sweet kiss as soon as he saw you. He carried your bag as you walked to his car, before you were home for dinner, he figured it would be nice to have a real first date, not a risky late night trip or an awkward meeting with your parents. He'd never done that, dating had never been important for him, he was too busy, and too invested with his deals and his friends, no time for girls and feelings at all, but he did a great job at planning, though. He took you to a museum, fair enough, you had to go as an assignment from Art class, but when you asked him to be your museum date, he was absolutely into it, then he took you to an ice cream parlor, a cute one, with the prettiest walls and decorations, and the best ice cream you've ever had. He took you flower picking, and to a park with lots of dogs being walked, and finally back home, just in time for you to be earlier than your parents. He greeted them politely, and your father was happy to see him again. Jaemin looked as handsome as he always did, but putting on his good boy persona, he looked softer and nicer than he usually did. His hair was pushed back, and he was wearing a light, baby blue sweater, that matched your baby blue, princess dress, your mom wasted no time mentioning how cute it was that you wore matching outfits, although it was actually a big casualty you did.

They had many, too many, questions for him. How you two met, how long you'd been friends, what classes you had together, what did the rest of your friends do, what did he want to do for a leaving, what were his plans after school. Jaemin handled every single question and gave an answer to every question that astonished your parents.

Jaemin's phone received a bunch of calls, he never picked up, arguing that if it were truly important, no one would really call him, but when your parents stood up the table for a couple minutes, and he finally had time to check his phone, all the calls were Mark's, but he left no message, and your date assumed it was, probably, not important at all. Usually, at least some months ago, on Fridays they'd be going to the abandoned warehouse, get drunk and have a race, or maybe they'd be shoplifting, attending their clients and playing dumb when they got caught, and although Jaemin, and the rest of his friends, knew it was bad, a tiny particle in his mind is telling him that he should be doing that right know. There's a part of them that has accepted the path they started walking so long ago, and it's a shame that they did, since the could be doing so much better.

After the food, and the awkward, intrusive, questions were out of the table, Jaemin suggested you went to Jeno's place again, and because you had no interest in staying home, you agreed, asked your parents permission to be home, and reluctantly they said yes, although you knew they agreed basically because Jaemin is too convincing, and too likeable.

He drove with the windows down, which made the chilly air play with his hair, giving him this absolutely attractive, messy hairstyle, and then all you wanted to do was to make him stop and kiss him while you ran your fingers through his hair. The annoying ringtone of your phone got your mind back to where you were sitting, and looking at the notification bar, you notice how many texts from Mark you got all day long, last one being received in thus exact moment.

“Friday, 7:15 a.m, Mark ♡:

hey”

“can we meet today?”

“Friday, 8:30 a.m, Mark ♡:

are you free after this period?”

“Friday, 9:48 a.m, Mark♡:

are you okay?”

“Y/N”

“???”

“Friday, 2:45 p.m, Mark♡:

are you at home”

“did I do something wrong?”

“Friday, 4:04 p.m, Mark ♡:

I think you hate me?”

“wait”

“you're with jaemin right?”

“Friday, 6:36 p.m, Mark ♡:

So i saw jaemin driving”

“And i was about to get close”

“and then i see you on the passenger side”

“you couldve replied, yk”

“Friday, 7:19 p.m, Mark ♡:

Ans know im fucking drunkk”

“fuck yOu”

“actually no”

“Friday, 8:58 p.m, Mark ♡:

hu sorry im liken really rly drunk”

“im at jenooossssss'”

“ypu should comeb too”

By the time you finished reading, it was too late, Jaemin had already parked, and when the men inside noticed, all of them, except Mark, came out to greet him, and when they saw you, they couldn't look happier. They urged you inside, but before you could get to the living room with them, Jeno stopped you and Jaemin.

“So, look, Mark is... Kinda sensitive right now” he looks into his direction, Mark sitting on the floor, with his head head resting on Renjun's lap, he's laughing and smiling and rubbing his hands on the carpet “I don't know what he had, he's drunk but, I think he might be high too”

Jaemin makes an effort to keep his annoyance unseen, remembering that every time Mark drinks, it's a mistake, a mistake that he's gonna have to solve.

“Just” Jeno knows, Jeno can read Jaemin like a book, and although he agrees that they shouldn't be the ones caring after his oldest friend, he can't let him alone whenever he needs them “don't mind him, he's saying weird shit, he's harmless”

Jeno sits in the couch next to Renjun, trying to block Mark's view of you, but when you walk in, holding Jaemin's hand, he loses it. His laugh is insanely loud, and it's almost scary, making Jaemin squeeze your hand harder between his, and he grabs someone's drink and takes it in a single sip, you can tell it was strong, because of the face he's making. Suddenly, everyone in the room is uncomfortable, waiting for someone to make the next move.

After minutes of staring at the wall in front of him, Mark stands up, tumbling when he does, and walks closer to you, stopping when you are just a few centimeters away from him. Jaemin reacts immediately, pushing Mark away from you, and putting himself between you two. Mark giggles, he looks innocent, and when you're about to apologize to him, that sweet look disappears.

“Are you really gonna let her get between us?” he asks jaemin, arrogance in his tone, and absolutely spiteful when he looks at you.

“You're drunk, go home” all eyes are on them both, but no one really dares to interfere.

“Is that all you're going to say?” he walks closer to Jaemin, and although he wishes that Mark doesn't do anything else, he's ready for whatever he tries “is that it, huh? I give you a home when you need it, a job, money, my time” he grabs Jaemin by the collar of his shirt “I let you into my life” Renjun rushes to you, dragging you out of the room, meanwhile Jeno and Donghyuck try to get Mark and Jaemin away from each other.

Everything happened too fast, and you can't even complain when Renjun walks you upstairs to Jeno's room and locks the door. You can hear the screaming from downstairs and there's nothing you can do to help. Your mom couldn't have possibly chosen a worst time to call, lying, you tell her that as soon as the movie you're watching is over, Jaemin will drive you back home.

Jisung and Chenle are leaving, after Renjun insisted that they shouldn't be there, although they are worried, they know there's not much they can do, and promise to be ready if something else happens, they say you goodbye from the porch, and offer to walk you home, but you know you can't leave just yet.

Jeno was successful in calming Jaemin down, but Mark wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted, Donghyuck and Renjun getting tired of dealing with him, but doing it anyway because the idea of what could come next was too scary. Jaemin unlocks the door, and brings you back down, with Jeno and himself protecting you from whatever Mark could try, going outside and into his car. Jeno apologizes to the both of you, and runs back inside.

Jaemin doesn't speak in the whole way back home, when he stops, he opens the door for you, walks you to the door, and says sorry when you open the door. You can only shake your head and give him a kind smile, hoping that he understands what you are trying to say. He drives away, but instead of going home, as you wished he did, he takes the way back to the mess, you watch him drive off, and you can only hope that things don't end up too bad.

“Saturday, 1:26 a.m, unknown number:

Don't panic, but Mark's in the hospital”

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A.N: well that escalated quickly 😳

HeyyYYYyYy I'm finally bringing this back, after, well, i got notes from the whole series again. I hope you're having a good time guys, be healthy, be safe.

i don't think i've sent this in before, so i'm sorry if i have! how would bill react if during a punishment, tiger cums without permission, and then proceeds to apologise profusely, a few broken hiccups and silent tears. just to see bill go from a strict daddy giving out discipline to a soft daddy comforting and praising her— sweet apple pie this thought is killing me! ♥️

Ohhhhhh my. Baby, forgive me. I got carried away–and it took me a few days to get to this one because I had many, many delicious thoughts.

So like, look. This is all part of their dynamic, but sometimes…sometimes Bill needs to punish her just as much as tiger sometimes needs to be punished. It’s the mean streak in him, the one that wants her submission and wants to hear her apologies and her soft whimpers when he spanks her hard. Just in the same way tiger gets the penance and forgiveness that she needs through punishment, Bill also gets what he needs from it. Sometimes he needs to feel the control, the power, he needs her to be small for him, to submit to him. And if tiger wasn’t okay with it, then she could safe word at any time and it would be done. He’d back the fuck off immediately. But often times, she wants to give that to him. She wants to. She wants to fulfil that need in him by being submissive for him, by disobeying, by letting him punish her. It’s a wonderful give and take.

So I think we have two situations here. Keep in mind, all of this–ALL of it–is very dependent on tiger’s headspace. And if she’s not in a headspace where she can feel disobedient and not have it crush her–then Bill would never, ever do this. But if she’s a little defiant, if her mind is in a good place, then sometimes he…sometimes he doesn’t help her be good. Sometimes Bill will tell her not to come, but then he will bring her to the brink and he won’t back off. If tiger needs to be good for him–then he will back off when she’s on the cusp, he’ll help her be good, and he’ll reward her for being good for him and not coming. But if she can handle it, then he’ll push her there and won’t back off, and she’ll end up coming. And tiger knows the game, she knows he did this on purpose because he needs something from her, and she’ll give it to him. If she can, if she’s able to, she’ll always give it to him. So she comes, and immediately starts mumbling apologies, getting real small on him, because she was bad. She disobeyed. And she’ll give herself up for punishment, which is exactly what he needs.

But let’s go with what you said here, because I low key love it. Let’s say tiger’s in a real good headspace here–she’s real sassy with him and ends up doing something that merits punishment. Except maybe tiger was kind of gunning for a punishment, maybe she wants it a little rough and is already pretty worked up about it. So by the time he throws her over his knee, tiger is already at a solid 9 on the horny scale because she has basically had a whole day of mental foreplay at this point. And maybe he’s just so big, maybe he just smells so good, maybe she’s super sensitive that day and maybe he’s spanking her just right and it’s enough that she just…comes. The problem is, she didn’t mean to. Usually if she’s in that mindset a good spanking will get her revved up, but it won’t be enough to tip her over the edge all by itself. Sometimes Bill will let her know she’s forgiven by reaching a hand between her legs after the spanking, helping her finish and then she knows that it’s okay to come. But he didn’t do that this time–hell he wasn’t even halfway through the punishment–before she was writhing, her muscles tense, moaning in his lap as she came. And he stilled, because she’s never done that before and he was a little stunned.

But now poor tiger, she went from a real good headspace to a real, real bad one. Because not only did she come without permission, but she came during a punishment and that’s somehow twice as bad. Her mind is all over the place, loud and frantic and she can’t even think for one second. She scoots off his lap immediately, landing hard on her knees as he winces on her behalf. He tries calling her name, but forget it. She’s stuck in her brain and mumbling sad little apologies through her tears, thunking her forehead on his knee. She’s starting to wheeze, she’s hiccuping, she’s slipping and he needs to help her.

“Tiger,” he purposely keeps his voice harsh, “Eyes on me, now.”

He snaps his fingers once, and her eyes bolt to his and she clutches at his knees. He doesn’t like doing that but for some reason it always gets her attention when he needs it. He uses that move sparingly, really quite baffled at why she responds to it so favourably, but chalks it up to a sub thing. Once her eyes are on him–that bottom lip quivering in a way that breaks his heart, he grabs her chin. He needs to be a bit forceful, a little stern, to at least snap her out of this portion–and then he can comfort her more and be more gentle.

“Stop,” he commands. Except…except it doesn’t work. Because tiger thinks she’s being told to stop touching him, so she lets out a pitiful cry but takes her hands off of him, scoots further back on her knees.

“No, no no,” he says and tries to correct it. Except–sigh, Bill ya’ bonehead, he means well I swear he does–except now tiger has heard stop while she’s touching him and no all in the same breath and god, she’s crushed. She thinks he doesn’t want her. She’s too bad, and he doesn’t want her near him. 

“Oh fuck,” he mutters as she sobs, and Bill’s eyes go wide and he panics a little because shit, she’s in bad shape. He needs to get her back with him. So he lunges for her, grabs onto her, lifts her and drops her gently back between his legs as he sits back on the edge of the bed. He keeps her on her knees because he can have more control this way–and because it helps soothe her–and he grabs her face in both his hands, tilting it up so she’s looking at him. He presses his knees into her sides, loops his feet around the back of her thighs and pulls her forward just to give her a bit more contact.

“You’re okay, sweet girl,” he says, and he uses the nickname because it’s reserved for when she’s been good, so good, for him. He uses it to help reinforce that she’s still good, she didn’t do anything wrong. He kisses her all over, her eyebrows and eyelids and cheeks and chin and mouth, keeps peppering slow kisses all over her while he holds her face just to try and get her a little more calm–calm enough to register his words.

“Take a deep breath for me, tiger,” he urges, and he might even take her hands, place them on his chest. Because again, just to reinforce–only good girls get to touch him, so if he’s urging her to touch him, then she’s good. Also–more contact. Always more contact. She takes a deep breath in and he holds her gaze.

“Good girl,” he praises and her lip quivers a bit.

“Can you hear me, sweet girl?” he asks, and she nods. He’s not about to ask her for verbal confirmation.

“Good. Can you listen to me?” he asks, and she nods–but she also grabs at his chest, tries to close her fingers around nothing, pushes forward a bit. She wants him to hold her. Bill’s heart swells and he grabs her immediately, sits her on him so she’s straddling his waist, kisses her hard.

“Good girl,” he reiterates, “You’re so good for me, telling me what you need. Thank you.”

She just sniffles.

“Tiger, listen to me,” he starts again, still taking her chin in his hands so he can make sure she’s looking at him, “You’re good, sweet girl. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I came,” she whimpered pitifully, “While I was being punished.”

“I know,” he murmurs, “You came because it felt good. Punishment is supposed to feel a little good for you kid, it’s why we do it. Right?”

“I guess,” she mumbles.

“No guessing. If you didn’t like it, and it didn’t feel good, would we do it?” 

“No,” she says.

He needs to make sure she’s real clear on this. That there’s no grey area in her mind where bad thoughts can creep in. Yes, technically she’s not supposed to come from a punishment. But the whole reason they incorporated punishment into their dynamic is because they both enjoy it and it feels good for both of them–so technically, she also really didn’t do anything wrong.

“So then this time it just felt a little too good, and you came,” he kisses the corner of her mouth, “Did you mean to?”

“No,” her voice is still meek.

“And did I tell you not to?” he asked,  and he’s not going to let this go until she knows she didn’t do anything wrong. She just shakes her head.

“Are you going to punish me again?” she asks, and he knows that she’s just looking for a little redemption, a little confirmed forgiveness, from this incident. But he knows a better way to give it to her.

“No, because you didn’t do anything that merited punishment. But I will finish this punishment, because we were only halfway done,” he says, “But I’m going to finish it another time. Because right now, I’m going to make you feel real good again.”

He twists, laying her gently on her back and kissing her real soft and slow. He cups her gently, running a finger up her slit as she tries to close her legs.

“Why?” she asks, and he just kisses her plain stupid again.

“Because, you need to know that it’s okay to come–that I want you to,” he murmurs to her, “And one way to make sure you know that is to make you do it again. And again. And maybe again.”

This is my next smau. It's a Harry Potter smau. Neville X F.!Reader pairing. There's a bit of Fred X F.!Reader pairing in here. There's also Neville X Fred X F.!Reader. Title:A Muggle's Love Story

Trigger warning: Slight swearing! Mentions of sex! Will be mentions of rape! Slight abuse! If you are sensitive to these things read at your own risk! Major Fred fluff!

Y/n was a muggle brought into the world of magic, at a very young age. She didn't know how to handle it. And with her older sister, her guardian being the only one who could take care of her, it proved to be difficult for her with her sister being the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, and her having to live in the world of magic. She feels a little left out, seeing as both her sisters, her older and her younger, - her twin - are wizards and she is not. But that all disappears when she meets the one person who helped her realize not everything is about that. And it's not all its cracked up to be. Neville was there for her since she was young and they became the best of friends. However, as they got older they realized their feelings were more for each other than they even orginally thought. But what happens when Neville finally has the courage and another man tries to swoop in and take him from her?

Beginning Special Part 5. . .

Fred's P.O.V.

I knew how Y/n was getting and I didnt like it. I felt for her. I hurt for her. I want to beat the shit out of Neville. I know that dumbass feels for her, just like I do, but he wont tell her. All he tells her is that he has a crush on this girl, but he wont tell her who it is. Neville is supposed to be her best friend and he's basically keeping a secret from her. Way to keep the trust up Neville. If he truly does hurt her, and makes her want nothing to do with him and I have to pick up the pieces of what he broke - I cant promise I'll hold myself back from wanting to beat the hell out of him. Y/n held onto her empty glass staring into it. I knew she was drunk and I knew she wanted more. I wont let her do this to herself. She said nothing to me as I took the glass from her. I picked up the bottle of Fire Whiskey and brought it back to the kitchen, putting it away. I gently place the cups in the sink. Y/n had her hand on the side of her neck, entangling her fingers in her hair long beautiful dark brown hair (or y/h/c)

"Fred? -"

She sounded like she wanted to start crying.

"What is it hon?" I asked her as I walked back over to her.

I sat back down next to her.

"I want Neville," he sentence sounded slurred and she looked like she wanted to cry.

She actually did have tears in her eyes. I sighed as I looked at her. I moved a piece of hair from her face.

"I know sweetheart," I said to her softly not exactly knowing what else to say.

"What do I do about Neville?"

I looked directly into her beautiful bluish/green eyes (or y/e/c/).

"You can talk to him. - Maybe it'll help straighten things up,"

She had a few tears fall from her eyes.

"No!! - He likes someone else and I don't want to hear it again,"

"Maybe he does like you and he just didn't want to tell you, so he phrased it differently, because he was scared,"

She sighed as she looked at the floor. I jumped slightly as she put her hand on my knee. I knew where that would lead for me. Damn physical issues. She moved closer to me.

"Fred?"

"Yes?"

I tried acting casual, but I was having so many issues. Y/n took me by surprise as she smashed our lips together, kissing me passionately. I knew the kind of state she was in, and I would never take advantage of her while she's like this, but I had the urge to kiss her back. To show her the love I have for her. And that I could love her more than Neville ever could. I slipped my hands to behind her neck, pulling her closer. I knew she liked it as she hummed in satisfaction. I still wanted to distance myself. I would never let us, get any farther when she's like this. I felt her hand moving up my leg farther. I moved slightly from discomfort. Not from her or what she was doing. It was what it was causing. I continued to kiss her as her hand stayed on my inner thigh. I wanted her to. I wanted her more than anything, but I wont let it happen. That and despite what Neville has made her feel, I know she still loves him. And I want her to sort things out with him before she makes any major decisions like this. I breathed out softly as she stopped kissing me, resting her forehead on mine. She slowly slipped her hand more towards my front. I wanted to stop her, but my physical needs needed her more. I let her touch me.

"I want you Fred," Y/n said to me in the softest voice she could.

"Y/n, I dont wanna, -"

She had a few more tears slip from her eyes.

"Please Fred, - I need you," she pleaded.

"No, you need to rest," I told her.

She touched her lips to mine softly moving them. Her thumb gently moved in circles.

"Please,"

I said nothing. I want to say yes. I want her so bad. As she can physically tell, but I refuse to let it happen this way. Though I wanted to see how far she would actually get. I slightly nodded. In an instant she had our lips pressed together. She turned our kiss into passion. I let out a soft groan as she moved her leg over, straddling my lap. I let her move her hips down onto me. I wanted her more and more as the seconds passed on. I put both my hands on the sides of her neck, pressing my lips to hers harder. She hummed once more in satisfaction. I closed my eyes leaning my head back, as she moved her lips to my neck. I breathed out softly as she kissed the most sensitive part of my neck. She let her hands, move down my chest moving their way up my shirt. I wanted her so bad. But I cant. Not when she's like this. I wont. I knew I was gonna have to stop her soon. She pressed herself into me harder as she took off my shirt. I pulled myself back from her only slightly. She was trying to catch her breath from kissing me.

"You need some water," I said to her in a soft stern voice.

"I need you," she told me trying to be persistent.

"Water first and then me," I negotiated.

Of course I didnt mean it, but I'm trying to get her to settle herself. At most I'll do is snuggle her close to me as she sleeps. She still wanted to protest as she smashed her lips onto mine once more. I let myself kiss her as I stood up, while holding her. I laid her down on the couch. She reached out to me as I took my lips from hers, leaning back.

"Fred, no," she protested.

"Sweetheart, I'll be right back," I reassured.

I gave her a soft reassuring kiss. Honestly right now all I wish I could do, is go to Neville's apartment and kick his ass. He did this to her, just because he's too afraid to tell her what I did. I let my hand drag from hers as I walked to the kitchen. I sighed as I grabbed one of the regular glasses from the cupboard filling it with cold water. I brought it back to her, kneeling down on the floor in front of her.

"Here hon, drink this, - I promise you'll feel better," I said to her in the softest voice I could possibly have.

She sighed as she took the glass.

"And then I can have you?" She asked hopeful still not knowing what she was saying or what she actually wanted.

"Yes, then you can have me," I lied.

I hated lying to her. I never have before, but I cant hurt her anymore than she already is. I love her too much for that. I held onto her other hand as she started to take sips from her water. I was hoping she wouldn't remember what she wanted from me while she was like this. That way if it ever is me in the future, we can start fresh.

Almost an hour later. . .

I had taken the glass of water from her quite a few minutes ago. As I walked back from the kitchen I had found her snuggled with the blanket at the end of the couch, and she had fallen asleep. That's the sight I like to see. I just stood there for a moment staring at her as she slept. She really is the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes upon. I walked to the other end of the couch. I was as careful as I could be as I crawled onto the couch behind Y/n. She was sound asleep. There was no waking her up now. I put my arm around her, holding her as close to me as I could. Being as respectful as I could be. As she noticed me next to her, while still sleeping, she turned herself into me, snuggling herself into me. I had my head propped up with my elbow. I used my other hand, to trace a finger down her face softly.

"Dont worry Y/n, things will get better - I promise," I spoke to her.

She let a soft noise leave her as she slept. I wrapped both my arms around her, pulling her even closer, letting my eyes close. I wont let anything happen to her.

. . .

Neville's P.O.V.

I sighed as I stood before Fred's apartment door. I was nervous, so beyond nervous to tell Y/n how I felt about her. However, I know Adelina is right. Though the way she's going about this is a little unfair. Again I do agree with her. I have loved Y/n pretty much since we first met. I've always wished I could tell her, but I've always been too afraid. I was just afraid of rejection. Though I really wonder how its actually going to go, because of Adelina's reactions to things I said. I knocked on the door, only to get nervous as there was no response. I knocked again, only to get the same response. I could feel myself getting anxious. Seeing as Y/n was supposed to be here, and Fred usually never goes to bed before three. And with knowing that he likes her, my heart was racing at an uncomfortable pace. An idea crossed me. It wasn't the greatest idea, but I had to know. I took out my wand using the, "Alohomora," spell to unlock the door. I'll apologize to Fred later for breaking into his apartment. As I opened the door and looked at the couch, my heart sank and my stomach fell a thousand feet. There on his couch lay Y/n, asleep in Fred's arms. It looked as if they were as close as they could possibly get to each other, without actually being on top of one another. And to make things worse Fred had no shirt on. I could feel tears coming to my eyes as I looked at them. They were both sound asleep. I backed out of the apartment, softly closing the door. As I walked down the hall to leave, a few tears fell from my eyes. As I stood outside, I could feel anger rising towards Fred. In anger I blasted one of the trees, accidentally breaking one of the branches. Whoops. I walked off. Adelina was right. I was too late and I lost her to Fred.

. . .

The Next Morning. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

I woke up, with my eyes in a blur, holding my head as it pounded. I sat up on the couch, almost with tears in my eyes. I scooched forward so my feet touched the floor. I knew I was at Fred's place. And I knew I came here late, but I dont remember much after our conversation about our friends.

"Oh, damn," I spoke out not even being able to handle my own voice.

"What's the matter hon?" Fred asked me as he kneeled down in front of me.

"I have a killer headache," I replied still holding my head.

"I know, -"

Fred moved my hands from my head. I forced myself to open my eyes, looking at him. I questioned why he wearing just his sweatpants and nothing else. My stomach dropped a thousand feet. Fred held out a glass of water to me and a couple of ibuprofen.

"Here take this and drink this," he said to me in such a caring voice it melted my heart.

I took the ibuprofen from his hand taking it, and drinking from the glass of nice cold water. Once I was a little more with it, and my surroundings, I set the cup down, awkwardly turning to look at Fred.

"So, - I'm not so sure I want to ask this, but - um - Did we - We didn't - You know -"

Fred seemed to know what I was trying to ask. He took my hand in a gentle soft gesture.

"No, Y/n, we did not have sex," Fred reassured in a calming voice.

I breathed out in relief as I looked away from him. I knew he was smiling.

"Oh thank God, - I'm sorry but that would've really messed things up,"

"I understand -"

I looked at him again.

"I couldn't let myself give in when you were like that. I would never take advantage of you like that,"

A soft smile passed me.

"Thank you Fred, -"

I locked our fingers together, placing my head on his shoulder. He gently placed a kiss to the top of my head.

"I love you so much Fred," I spoke to him.

"I love you too darling,"

I moved away from him.

"But I love Neville too, - And I should really text him, and try to get to the bottom of what's really going on,"

"I understand that,"

I stood from the couch.

"Wait, -"

Fred stood from the couch.

"Let me take you to breakfast first, - Get you back to normal," Fred offered to me as he started to walk to the stand by the door.

"I am normal," I said to him.

"Not normal enough, -"

I pretended to be offended as I gently punched his arm. He chuckled.

"Let me take you to breakfast, - Please," he pleaded.

I sighed as I looked at him.

"There's no talking you out of this is there?" I asked him.

"Nope,"

He put his hand on my back as we walked out the door together. He took his keys before closing the door and locking it. I honestly wouldn't know what to do without him. I will be honest, I'm a little scared to find out the truth from Neville. But I have to know. I need to know what he meant, and if he really does like someone else. If he really does like someone else, then I guess my choice I pretty clear.

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Starker Christmas: Baby, it's cold outside

Day 9 (Dec. 21th): Tony (or) Peter got sick, and the other takes care of him

Not entirely SFW but rated M at most?

Notes: ABO Dynamics, omega Peter, alpha Tony, mpreg

Note#2: Peter is written as 18+

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Tony worried too much.

His alpha actually took some days off because  Peter was home with the sniffles and cough. It wasn't so bad… It just sounded pretty awful.

Peter welcomed the attention though. He loved being coddled by his alpha, wrapped up in warm blankets and surrounded by the scent of home. They were already planning to have the week of Christmas and New Year's together, but Tony left early just for him.

Anyone that said his alpha was neglectful or cold hearted truly didn't know the man.

It started after he had this huge snowball fight with Ned and a bunch of friends. Peter, defiant little thing that he was, hadn't been wearing enough layers. Thicker socks and maybe a scarf would've saved him from getting sick, but yeah… He hadn't really been all too concerned when the snow all fight happened.

He got home, dripping with melted snow. His nose and ears were bright red.

Tony had taken one look at him and while his mouth got that pinched, unhappy look, he didn't say anything, didn't reprimand the omega even though he surely wanted to.

Peter stayed glued to Tony's side for the next 24 hours, only feeling warm when his alpha was the one keeping him that way.

It didn't stop him from getting the sniffles.

Tony took it in stride, doing his best to keep Peter comfortable and resting so he'd be fine for Christmas.

A couple days passed and Peter got better. He still demanded cuddles on the couch, their feet warming by the fire.

Tony indulged in drinking hot chocolate but only handed Peter some soothing hot tea for his throat. Peter would pout but drank it with a grateful smile after since it did help.

On the 22nd, it looked like all was right with Peter and he was looking forward to spending a nice, Christmas dinner with May and the rest of the Avengers.

The next day, Peter was bent over the toilet, face pale. He had fallen asleep with an uneasy stomach and hadn't thought much of it besides knowing it'd pass. But come next morning, and he wasn't feeling well at all.

“Do you think the food was bad?” Peter bemoaned when the nausea passed.

Back in bed, he snuggled back into Tony's embrace, instantly soothed by the rich familiar scent.

“Could be,” Tony hummed, “Maybe we'll have the restaurant look into it, just in case.”

He sounded skeptical though and it was then that Peter realized that they had shared all their food. It didn't make sense for Peter to be sick as a dog but not Tony. Especially since Peter's body was better at handling such problems.

“Maybe I'll lay off the soda,” Peter noted.

The next morning, Peter was glad he wasn't as sick, but the unpleasant feeling of nausea followed him throughout the day.

Lunch with May while they were last minute shopping ended up as a disaster. The club sandwich he ordered offended his nose, which made no sense whatsoever. Maybe it was the mayo?

His aunt eyed him as he picked at his food. A not so subtle sniff of her nose had Peter looking up.

“Don't worry, May,” Peter assured her, “We're definitely making it to Christmas dinner. Not even a stomach bug will stop me.”

“A bug, huh,” May pondered, looking at him in such a weird fashion that Peter perked up.

“What is it?” He asked.

She patted his hand gently. “It’s nothing, just some thoughts.”

He squeezed her hand.

“You know you can tell me anything, right, May?” Peter said softly.

She smiled then. “I just wish Ben was here to see this… You, all grown up… Happily mated with an alpha that treats you right. I think he would've been happy. I know I am.”

For some reason, the soft spoken words tugged at his heart and he gave his aunt a happy, watery smile.

“I wish he was here too.”

They shared a smile and the moment faded soon after. The shopping was wrapped up, each buying one or two more items.

He promised that he and Tony would be at the house for Christmas.

Peter didn't get any worse or any better. He almost got used to the nauseous feeling clinging to his days, but he found something else annoying.

Tony had come home that evening smelling of different perfumes. It made Peter's hackles rise and not in the possessive kind of way. He trusted Tony completely and knew the alpha had gone out to personally handpick a gift for Pepper and May.

He had chosen perfumes it seemed.

The different mixtures had offended Peter's nose and he had to shut himself in their bedroom until Tony scrubbed himself clean. Then Peter realized he had basically shunned his mate and for some reason, that sent him spiraling into a weird mood.

He barged in on Tony's shower, clinging to the alpha and apologizing.

Tony's eyes were large and confused, but he just shut off the water and carried the crying omega back to their room. After drying them both and getting them both into their pajamas, Tony settled Peter in their large bed and held him close.

“I'm sorry,” Peter muttered, feeling entirely embarrassed for his outburst.

“I've done worse,” Tony teased.

Technically true and untrue at the same time. Tony has done some rather embarrassing things, but they rarely happened after they got together

“You still wanna go to May's?” Tony had to ask.

Peter turned in the alpha's arms, but he nodded his head.

Tony kissed his forward and simply said, “Okay, baby. Get some rest. The holidays always stir us some craziness in all of us.”

He knew he should listen to Tony. He felt tired from braving the crowds and Peter knew he could easily fall asleep. But Tony's steady, unfaltering support and love was kindling a different kind of want in him.

“Tony…” Peter muttered as he pressed close.

“Hmm?”

“Alpha…” Peter whispered, pressing even closer and nibbling on the older man's sensitive neck. It was a dangerous place for an omega to play, but Tony never seemed to mind.

“You need something, sweetheart?” Came Tony’s low, husky voice.

“Love me please…” Peter urged.

After that, he didn't have to try luring Tony into the tight mood. Tony was always happy to make love to him and that Christmas Eve, it was slow and gentle, and it made Peter light up from the inside out. He was filled with so much love and nothing in the world could ever compete to how Peter felt when Tony was holding him close.

They made it to May's dinner. Everyone else had joined in too. Presents were stuffed under the Christmas tree and the party was warm and full of family, blood or not.

The evening passed by so fast. Peter and Tony were the last ones left and we're helping May clean up.

Just before they went, May pressed a small wrapped box to his hand. Tony was curious, as was Peter since the presents had already been opened

“Something for you and Tony when you get home, alright?” May said with a bright smile. “Call me after?”

“Um, sure…” Peter said hesitatingly.

At home, they unwrapped it to find a pregnancy test. A simple but reliable one.

They stared at each other, puzzle pieces clicking into place.

Five minutes and two pink visible lines later, and Tony was whirling him around, cheering and excited. He kissed the omega's face all over as Peter laughed and cried.

“Congratulations!” May's cheerful voice bubbled from the speaker.

It was the best Christmas gift ever.

I don't know where to begin, but I'll just start with the basics. This is a really long post, so prepare yourself.I'm a 29M, and my friend is a 27F. Let's call her "Alice". We've been friends since college, more than 10 years now. We're in a big group that's all stuck together for at least that long, and we're all still pretty close. Everyone else in the group is either married or in a LTR by now. She and I were both in a similar situation, with other people, but it didn't last. The relationship with my fiancee ended about 2 years ago, and her relationship ended about 8 months ago.When that happened, we started hanging out a lot more. Nobody else in our group could identify with her. I was the only other single person, and no one else had even dealt with a breakup before. One of the couples in our group has somehow stayed together since high school. We started sharing a lot of heavy feelings. We started talking more often and hanging out without the others. Going to thrift stores, going to lunch/dinner, etc. Even when these things were going on, I still only saw her as a friend.Then my life took a turn. Through no fault of my own, I got involved in a legal mess. I don't want to go into details, but suffice to say that I was innocent. I still had to go through some legal hoops for a while, though. I lost my license, my car, my job...it was really bad times. But Alice was there for me. Even though I lived almost an hour away from her at this point, she would occasionally make visits to me. Sometimes it was to take me to dinner, sometimes it was to take me to the grocery store, sometimes it was just to hang out with me. When I had to go to court to resolve everything, she went with me. I didn't ask her to go, she just said she would go. When we were there, and I started having a panic attack, she reached over, held my hand, and calmed me down. In retrospect, I think this was the moment I started feeling different towards her. I have dealt with a ton of anxiety/depression, and for her to support me in that moment was incredibly endearing. I hadn't really accepted my feelings for her then, though.Things stayed relatively the same for a little while. We still saw each other a lot. About a month ago, I made the decision to move home for a little while. My financial situation became disastrous, given everything that had gone on, and I needed time to get back on my feet. The shitty job I had been working only a couple months after the legal matter was killing me emotionally. Most importantly, I wanted to get into grad school, and I thought that I could get into the local college in my hometown. Alice was the first person I told when I made the decision. I got the sense that she was disappointed, that she was really going to miss me. Alice said that she was going to make as much time to see me before I left as possible. So, we did. The next night I took the train to meet her, we hung out for a few hours, and then we went back to her place. I'm not sure what it was about that night, but we shared even more than we normally do. I told her some things I don't tell anyone. One of those things was that since my fiancee left, I get scared sleeping alone. I just hate it, and I hate that it makes me feel afraid. When I told her, she said that it was OK, and that we were going to have a slumber party. I took one couch in the living room, she took the other, and we watched TV until we passed out.This was the moment I really started to feel something. Maybe it was party due to the fact that I knew I would be leaving, maybe it was due to her being so kind to me. But it wasn't the acts themselves that endeared me to Alice. It was that she was demonstrating the kind of person that she was to me. She's the kind of person I want to be with, the kind of person that I admire, and the kind of person I want to be more like in my daily life. Still, I wasn't sure how to handle these feelings, and I really didn't know if she felt the same way.Alice said that she wanted to take me around our old college town before I left. We ended up spending the entire day together. We went all over the place. To the art museums, campus, the antique mall...it was a really good day. But then things took a turn. While we were in the car, she told me that her ex was coming back around. He was going to be moving to where she was living. Alice specifically said that she wasn't going to jump back into a relationship, but that she would at least go out with him. I got upset, or at least I thought I did. I asked her if it was a good idea, if he had fixed the problems that had made it not work before. She said that she thought so, but when I pressed for more details, she couldn't give me any. Alice just stumbled around for words, before she finally said, "I don't know what I'm doing". I tried to tell her that I didn't think it was a good idea. I don't really know if I was saying that because I was jealous, or because I was really worried that she was going to get hurt again. Honestly, I think it was a little bit of both. Regardless, she apologized for bringing it up, and we went back to what we were doing. Later, we went to the bar we used to go to in college, and had a couple drinks. Things had calmed down, and Alice told me that she felt very close to me, that she felt like over the past 6 months or so that we had gotten even closer than we were before, and that it would be hard for her without me. I promised that I would keep in touch, that we would stay in communication. I stayed on her couch that night, and then she drove me home in the morning.That was when it happened. We got to my place, we got out of the car, and then we hugged for a long time. It was a warm embrace, and I felt myself melting into her. We finally let go, and then she kissed me on the cheek. It was more like a peck than anything, but it was still....weird. That's not something that she had ever done before. Not at all. It didn't feel like something friends do, either. I felt so confused, then. To be frank, this whole time, I was relatively certain that it was only me that had feelings involved. It's something that has happened to me before, and because I am such a sensitive person, I often misread intentions. But that was I started to really think about whether or not she did have feelings for me too. There were other signs that maybe I had been ignoring before. Alice almost exclusively calls me by a pet name. It's nothing special, it's basically my name with an E sound at the end. Like, Doug-ie or Ben-ny. When I recently shaved off the beard I had been growing since my fiancee left, she told me that I looked "so handsome and attractive". These things and others, I had always tucked away as her just being a good friend to me, but maybe now I was seeing them in a different way. Maybe she was trying to tell me how she felt the whole time. I was still so unsure and nervous though, and I said nothing to her.The next Saturday was the day before I left. Alice organized a dinner and get together with every one. It was the best time I've had in a long time. It wasn't anything special, just a really good time. After dinner, we all met a friends house for cake. When we were done, Alice started gathering plates, and I took this as my opportunity to give her a surprise gift. I already said that I go to thrift stores a lot, and when I was packing everything to move, I had one art piece on my wall that I felt like I needed to give to her. It was a beautiful painting of a bird done by some indigenous people in South America. I had it for a long time, and I just felt like it belonged with her. Alice loved it. She was so happy. I don't think it mattered that it was a thrift store find, in fact I think it made her love it all the more. She hugged me tightly, we shared another moment, and she kissed me again. I wanted to badly to kiss her lips, but I didn't have the gaul to do that. Nor would I want to do something that she might not have wanted. I reiterated, though, that it was hard for me to leave her, that I wanted to talk to her every day, and that I would miss her more than anyone else. She told me to call her tomorrow night, when I had some time, after I had packed everything. When I did call her the next night, Alice told me that she wanted to have a moment to properly say goodbye. We talked about things for maybe 30 minutes, she asked me to text/call her during the day tomorrow, so that she knew I was OK, and then we said good night.That almost gets us to where we are now. It's been a little more than a week since I got home. We've texted every day, had a couple phone calls that have lasted about 45 minutes. Alice is busy with her work, so she doesn't always have time to text for long, but she has told me she always reads my texts, even if she doesn't reply right away. The only other thing that I should add, is that I will be going back to where she is soon. I am going to a friend's wedding. I hadn't returned the invitation yet, because I didn't know if I was going to go, but I'm going to make it happen. The reason being, I asked Alice the other day if she would go with me. She said yes. I was really scared to ask, I feel like asking her to a wedding was essentially asking her on a date. Maybe she doesn't see it that way, though. If it doesn't happen before hand, I am going to talk to her about how I feel the night of the wedding. It would be better for me to say how I feel in person, and if she doesn't reciprocate those feelings, I need to get over them now before I make it any harder on myself.So, this is where I am. I am falling for a dear friend, and I'm not sure she feels the same way. The line between us is blurring to me, between us being friends and lovers, and I have no idea when it happened. I am confused about all of this. If she doesn't feel that way for me, it's going to suck, but I won't think any less of her as a friend. She will always be my friend. But I want to be so much more than that to her, now.If you read all of that, you're wonderful. I sincerely thank you for getting through that slog. Any advice you might have on my situation would be really appreciated. What I really want to know is if anyone thinks she might have feelings for me too, and how I can best handle the situation I've found myself in.TL;DR: Friend and I have been hanging out a LOT and now I don't know whether we are friends or dating anymore. via /r/dating_advice