#what as waste of time. i say as a person who would happily fuck around and collect degrees without ever having to get a real job
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#how long ago did i watch pacific rim? i feel like it might have been last year but i finally drew this lmao#sometimes it just takes a while. newt specifically gets under my skin tho bc i think his research interests r kinda similar to mine#at least in a broad sense. but im dealing with cyanobacteria which is less exciting to most ppl lol but any fanfic i read thats like: newt#has 6 phds im like fucking what? what r they in? they have to be literature based right?! when would u have time to independently design.#carry out. write and defend for 6 independent projects in different topics by his age?#what as waste of time. i say as a person who would happily fuck around and collect degrees without ever having to get a real job#idk characters i relate to make me a little unhinged bc i do not like to relate to characters lol#pacific rim#herman gottlieb#newt geiszler#newton geiszler#tw blood#tw gore#also i agree with herman abt the numbers quote. physics is like literally understanding the fabric of the universe so like yeah#also i cant draw hermann and i cant see his face without thinking of owen from torchwood who i hated lol#pacrim
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𝐖𝐡��� 𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐫.𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫?
Joel Miller x f!reader
NSFW🔞
A/N: this is a result of my post gym ✨horny✨ thoughts. I love to think that Joel can be a whimpering mess, every now and then. You’re welcome ♡ ♡ ♡
Summary: You get jealous seeing the women in Jackson throw themselves at Joel. You decide to give him a gentle reminder of who he belongs to.
~word count : 4.3k~
Warnings: smut with no plot, established relationship, sub! joel, feral/dark! joel, soft! joel,needy! joel, possessive joel! is going to tear you apart! joel, dom/brat reader, unprotected p in v (wrap it kids) oral receiving (male) fingering, light choking, knife play, teasing, edging, light bdsm, consent, consent, consent, nicknames, praise kink, cockwarming, cream pie, cum eating, cum play, uhhh yeah a whole lot of filth! Not much else to say! (+18) MINORS DNI SERIOUSLY THIS IS STRAIGHT UP PORN.
Songs used:
“Freak” by Doja Cat (just trust me on this one y’all)
“Tear You Apart” by She Wants Revenge
“…Ready For It?” By Taylor Swift
“No Good” by KALEO
“Dinner and Diatribes” by Hozier
You never considered yourself to be a naturally jealous person. You had no reason to be. The people of Jackson knew well enough that you were Joel’s lady, and he was your man. You never had to worry about getting hit on at the Jackson bar, or while on patrol, because no one dared to even look at what belonged to Joel. The women of Jackson? They were a little more ballsy than you thought.
You knew your man was handsome. Hell, he was fucking beautiful in your eyes. You’d see some of the single women, and even some of the happily taken women, fawn over your man.
Could you really blame them? He was definitely a sight for sore eyes. You’d watch them touch his arm, laugh at something he’d say and that’s when your jealousy began to bubble deep in your gut.
Didn’t these women know Joel belonged to you? Did he remember who he belonged to? Perhaps you needed to give him a gentle reminder.
Your man had arrived home late one night after being on patrol. You could hear his heavy boots from where you stood in the kitchen, you heard him mutter under his breath about his bad back as he hung his rifle up alongside yours. Joel was currently looking forward to a well deserved, hot shower and a good cuddle with you, his lady. He knew however that something was off because you never would leave the lights off. You kept them on usually on the nights you knew he would be getting home late.
He called out your name.
“Baby? You down here? Where are you, my sweet girl?”
He heard your soft footsteps padding from the kitchen and then your face appeared soon after. He wasted no time to grab you by the waist and pull you flush against his chest. “Hi honey, I was just waiting up for you.” You softly spoke while draping your arms around his neck. “How was it out there?”
“Mmm. Hi Sugar. Why were all the lights off? You usually keep ‘em on for me. S’alright out there. Long fuckin’ shift, and all I could think about was comin’ home to you darlin’.”
You gave him a sweet kiss, gently playing with the ends of his hair through your fingers. “Yeah, baby? I’m sorry it was a long shift. Are you tired? Here, how about you sit down? You’ve been on your feet all day.”
Joel kissed you back immediately while he tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you in as close as he physically could. “S’alright. Feet and back are fuckin’ killin’ me though, sweet girl. Is Ellie home?”
You slowly pulled away from the kiss, sliding your arms down from around his neck and brought your hands down his chest. “C’mon i’ll take care of you, okay? She’s at Dina’s. They’re watching a movie so we’ll have the place to ourselves all night.”
“You had me at we’re gonna have the place to ourselves all night darlin.’” a chuckle vibrated up his chest. “Did ya have somethin’ particular in mind baby?”
You unwrapped his arms from around your waist, grabbing his hands as you brought him into the dining room. “I knew you’d love the sound of that Joel. Go on, take a seat honey.”
He raised an eyebrow in your direction as he tried to gauge just exactly what it was that you were up to. When he took too long for your liking, you placed your hand on his chest and firmly coaxed him down into the chair.
“What’re—”
He was cut off when you had climbed into his lap, straddling his hips while you brought his arms behind the chair, holding his wrists together firmly.
“Shhh. You trust me, right baby? I just wanna take care of you. Treat you real well but first, I think you need a gentle reminder of who you belong to.”
Joel’s eyes had immediately widened when you ever so casually climbed into his lap. His own frustration began to bubble when you brought his arms around the back of the chair, preventing him from touching you. “Course I trust you honey. Whad’ya mean you need to remind me who I belong to? Baby, I belong to you. You and I both know that.”
“Do the Jackson women know that you belong to me? I see the way they fawn over you Joel. You think I don’t notice? They practically fall to their knees when you’re around.”
Joel chuckled, leaning his head back against the chair with a smirk on his lips. “Do I sense a bit of jealousy in ya? I see the way they act around me sugar. I don’t pay ‘em any attention. Don’t need to when I’ve got you. By far the prettiest girl in town. Can confidently say I am one fuckin’ lucky man.”
Joel was too focused on you in his lap to notice that you had pulled a strand of thick rope from your pocket. He barely felt you tie his wrists together behind the chair, till it was too late.
“Yeah, you are one fuckin’ lucky man, Miller and you better remember it.”
He let out a strained noise from his throat when he realized you had successfully tied him to the chair and his eyes narrowed in on you. “Fuckin’ minx. You really just go and tie me to the damn chair?” He let out a low growl.
You were the one smirking now as you leaned in close to his face, your lips nearly touching his. “I did baby, I told you I’m going to take care of you. Just trust me on this okay?” You spoke in a sickly sweet tone.
Your words traveled down his neck, past his thighs and settled beneath his jeans where his cock had twitched slightly. It didn’t take much to get your man going and you were pretty proud of that.
“So you tied me to the damn chair? You gonna punish me, sweet girl? You got it in you to do that to me baby?”
You brought your fingers around his throat, tipping his chin back slightly as you brushed your lips over his, taking his lower lip between your teeth, biting down on the soft flesh as you tugged it out. Your actions elicited a low groan from his chest.
“Oh, I think you and I both know I’ve got it in me baby. You gonna be a good boy for me, or are you gonna be difficult?”
You quite literally stole the air from this man’s lungs. All the blood was draining straight down to his cock. God, you were so filthy and he loved every second of it. “I’ll be a good boy for you darlin’, only if you promise to give me your worst.”
His pupils darkened as he looked up at you, desperately wishing he could fucking touch you as he pulled against his restraints on his wrists.
“I promise you I will, baby.” You cooed and his eyes nearly rolled back into his skull.
You dragged your fingertips along the thin skin of his throat as you leaned down over him, bringing your lips to the shell of his ear, kissing the skin right below. It was the spot that you knew drove him crazy. “You let me know if it’s too much and you wanna stop. Okay honey?”
He felt a shiver run down his spine from your lips along his neck. “I know darlin’. I got you, you got me.”
Your relationship with Joel had been built around trust, and consent. It was important to you both, and no matter what the situation was between you, consent was always at the forefront.
“Good boy.” You whispered against the shell of his ear as you reached into your pocket and pulled out a blindfold.
His jaw went slack as you tied the fabric around his head, covering his eyes from your view.
“You’re about to fuckin’ ruin me, aren’t you baby?” He rasped out, feeling his senses on overdrive now that he could no longer see you.
“Gonna do a lot more than just that, honey. You just sit back and relax. I got you.” You pressed another kiss to the spot below his ear before you slowly dragged your lips down his neck, nipping and biting at the thin skin as he hissed under his breath, turning his head to the side slightly so you would have better access.
You dragged your sinful tongue down the expanse of his throat, you could feel his pulse quicken as your fingers began to expertly undo the buttons on his flannel, exposing his skin to the warm air as you let your fingertips trace down his collarbones, brushing over his nipples as they descended down over his navel.
His stomach went taut under your soft, feather light touches. He had sucked in a harsh breath as his cock twitched in his jeans once more. “Baby, please. Don’t fuckin’ keep me on edge like this honey. Please, I’ll be a good boy, just like I promised.” Your man begged you.
You popped the button off his jeans and tugged the zipper down. Offering him a brief moment of relief as you tugged his jeans down over his broad thighs, listening to the fabric fall down his ankles, and settle above his boots.
His breath hitched in his throat when your fingers lightly brushed over his growing bulge in his boxers. He was so big, so thick, the fabric was straining and could barely hold him.
What you did next? Completely through your man for a loop. You had unsecured your knife from your holster, dragging the edge of the blade down his chest, over his navel. The coolness of the metal against his hot skin was a delicious combination.
He tugged on the restraints hard, the chair scraping on the old hardwood floor when the edge of your knife dragged across his covered bulge. Your man fucking whimpered.
“Darlin’, is that your knife baby? What’re you gonna do with that, huh?”
You kept the edge of your knife lightly pressed against his bulge. You could feel his thighs quiver beneath you, and his cock twitch once more as you leaned in, and whispered against his ear, “Who do you belong to, Mr. Miller?”
He let out a string of curses past his plush lips, stuttering over his words as he was already a whimpering mess beneath you and you had barely touched him. “Yours baby. I’m all fuckin’ yours. All yours.”
“Good boy.” You hummed as you removed the blade from his covered bulge, placing it down on the table before you wasted no time to free him from his constraints. Watching his cock spring up against his stomach. The tip was leaking with precum, all thanks to you and your filthy words. Your mouth was already salivating for a taste of him.
He could no longer feel the weight of your body on his lap. He heard the chair scrape slightly as you got down on your knees in front of him. He wanted to fucking see your pretty face, your irresistible eyes on him, but the fabric on his eyes, blinded him from experiencing that pleasure.
“Gonna have a taste of you now, okay baby? Dying to have one.”
“Fu—fuckin’ hell darlin’ you tryin’ to send me to an early grave talkin’ like that—“
He lost his voice the moment your pretty lips wrapped around his aching tip. You swirled your tongue against the veiny head, collecting his precum with ease.
You dragged your lips and tongue down his thick length, feeling him twitch again as he let his whimpers flow through his lips freely.
“You taste so sweet, honey. What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue baby?”
Joel growled frustratingly as he gave the restraints another good tug but they wouldn’t budge and he was completely at your mercy.
“That’s my fuckin’ line darlin’” he groaned.
“Yeah?” You hummed against his length, letting your fingers grasp his balls, giving them a little squeeze. “Well, now it’s mine. Deal with it.”
“You little—”
You had wrapped your lips back around his tip, slowly sliding your wet, hot mouth down over him, as you slowly began to bob your head at a delicious pace.
“F-f-fuck—darlin’ that pretty little mouth of yours is gonna be the death of me. Not gonna fuckin’ last long like this.” He groaned while bucking his hips up slightly, desperately wanting more.
You brought your free hand, that wasn’t playing with his balls, around his thick thigh. You sank your nails into his skin, dragging them downwards as he let out a hiss, digging the heels of his boots into the floor.
You could feel every ridge, every vein against your tongue as you continued to suck him off, your teeth lightly scraped against his length as his tip hit the back of your throat. You knew how to take him well, but there were still tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. You fucking loved having his cock shoved down your throat like this. You loved the way he whimpered out your name, just from your mouth and tongue wrapped around him.
“Fuck—fuck baby you gotta stop soon, please! Fuck. I’m seein’ stars right now. Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well in that pretty little mouth. S’pretty, just for me.”
Your throat tightened around him slightly as you held him there for a few moments, nearly gagging around him before you slowly lifted your head up, releasing him from your mouth with a pop. You had saliva dripping down your chin that he would have absolutely loved to see, along with your pretty swollen lips.
He heard your own jeans start to be taken off as he listened to the fabric hit the floor with a soft thud as he anticipated your next move on him.
“Where’d you go, darlin’? Can’t feel ya anymore..you better not be fuckin’ leaving me down here tied up like this—”
You had sank back down into his lap, your covered, aching cunt brushing against his swollen tip as you let out a low hiss from the friction. “Mmm. I’m right here baby. I wouldn’t be that cruel to leave you tied up like this..don’t give me any ideas though, okay? Not finished with you yet.”
He let a whine slip past his throat when he could feel your cunt rub against him, as you rolled your hips into his slowly, eliciting another frustrated groan from him, and an eager moan from you.
You reached your hand up, untying the fabric from his eyes and tossed it to the side, his eyes were immediately locked on yours, his jaw clenched so tightly, he could cut something with how sharp it was.
“You gonna fuckin’ let me touch you baby? Or not yet? Gonna keep me on the edge? Fuckin filthy little whore you are. M’so fuckin lucky.” He whimpered.
You brought your fingers through the back of his hair, gripping it tightly as you yanked his head back, rolling your hips into his once more. “Do you think you deserve to fuck me right now, baby? You think you deserve to fill me up with your cock? C’mon, answer me.” You demanded
Joel’s jaw went slack at your words as he swallowed hard. You were something fucking else entirely and he was at a loss for words.
“I’ve been a good boy, haven’t I baby? C’mon, sweet girl. Let me fill you to the fuckin’ brim. Please. Please. Please. Want to feel your warmth around me so fuckin’ bad. Give into me darlin.’ Take me however you fuckin’ want.” He rasped.
He watched as your hand slid down between your bodies, pulling your panties to the side, revealing your slick pussy to his greedy eyes as you dragged your fingers through your arousal. Swirling your fingers against your clit as you kept your eyes locked on his. “Bet you wish you were touching me right now, huh baby? I’m so fuckin’ wet for you. Don’t you wish you could have a taste? Mmm, your fingers do a much better job than mine.” You purred, wasting no time to slip two of your fingers inside, pumping them slowly on his lap. “I’m so fucking tight, Joel. Don’t you wanna feel me baby? Feel how fucking tight I am for you.”
Joel frankly had enough with your teasing. He nearly had drool dripping down his chin as he watched you with hooded eyes. He watched your fingers, slick with your own arousal, disappear inside your tight cunt. The squelching sounds of your wet pussy had his eyes rolling back as he kicked the side of the table with his boot, frustratingly.
“Goddamn you. Fuckin’ filthy. Look at you fuckin’ yourself on my lap. Fuckin’ should be my fingers filling you up right now. You little minx. Do I have to fuckin’ beg you? Your pretty little pussy is fuckin’ purring for me baby. You gotta let me out of these things, please baby. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please fuckin’ let me touch you.”
“No.” You spoke sweetly, between moans. “Keep fucking watching me Joel. Keep watching me fuck my pretty little pussy.”
“You are so goddamn lucky that you tied a fuckin’ good knot. Gonna fuckin’ ruin you when I get out of these baby. Just you fuckin’ wait.” He growled. He was unable to tear his gaze from your fingers fucking yourself, even if he tried. He was absolutely intoxicated with you.
You slipped your fingers out of your mouth slowly, they were dripping in your arousal as you brought them up to your lips, licking them clean right before his very eyes as he kicked the side of the table once more.
Your man was absolutely feral.
You grabbed the base of his cock then, dragging his tip against your slick folds, his arousal and yours mixing together. When you finally, sank down onto him, he let out the most delicious fucking sound you had ever heard. The mix between a groan, and a whimper as you sank down to the hilt, bringing your arms around his neck. “Filling me up so good already, baby. See what happens when you’re a good boy? You get rewarded.”
His breath hitched in his throat when you rolled your hips into his. He could feel every inch of you slide around his cock, and just as you started to get into a rhythm, rising and falling over his thick length as your walls gripped around him deliciously, the rope around his wrists snapped, falling to the floor.
His hands were on you before you even had the chance to open your mouth. You were positively fucked.
“Now, it’s my fuckin’ turn.” He had immediately grabbed ahold of your hips, roughly pulling your chest flushed against his as he fucked into you, his balls slapping against your ass while his nails dug into your hips harshly. “You fuckin’ like that baby? You naughty fuckin’ girl. Hope you enjoyed your fuckin’ little game while it lasted baby.”
His lips were attacking every inch of your skin, between your neck, collarbones and breasts, he was absolutely ruining you with his mouth. nipping, biting, sucking on your tender flesh as he fucked into you, drinking in your moans around him as you let him finally have control, not that you had much of a choice. You knew it was only a matter of time before the restraints would snap.
He had grabbed you from your ass, lifting you up onto the dining room table, while still buried deep inside of you. He brought your legs over his shoulders as he fucked into you, with your back firmly planted against the table.
When you had reached down to touch yourself, he smacked your hand away, grabbing both of your wrists and slammed them down above your head, holding them down with one hand. “No.” He growled.“You don’t get to fuckin’ do all of that to me and then think that you can touch yourself, baby. You’re mine now. You fuckin’ got that? All. Fucking. Mine”
“Joel—fuck! Please baby, I was only having a little fun! Please, are you going to let me cum?” You whimpered, tugging your lower lip between your teeth as you looked up at him with those eyes that would send any man’s knees buckling.
Joel let out a deep chuckle, using his free hand to close in around your throat, his thumb pressing against your windpipe as he leaned down, bringing his forehead against yours, drinking in your moans as his lips crashed into yours, your teeth and tongues clashing together. It was a rough, heated kiss. One that was absolutely scrambling your brain. “You think you fuckin’ deserve to cum? You think you deserve that?” He mumbled into your lips, holding you completely captive beneath him.
Your breath was caught in your throat as his thumb squeezed along your windpipe slightly, just enough for you to feel it. The pain, mixing with the pleasure, you fucking loved it.
“Please, Joel! Please let me cum, baby! Don’t you want me to coat your cock? You gotta let me cum otherwise I can’t—”
He slammed his hips into yours, knocking your back against the table, stealing the air from your lungs. “What was that? Sorry, sugar. Can’t hear you above the sounds of my cock tearing your pretty little pussy apart.”
You let out a choked sob when his tip had hit the spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. Your body was beginning to tremble beneath him and you nearly cried when you finally felt his thumb working your clit to the very edge.
He had released your wrists just so you could wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, and sink your nails into his skin, he knew how much you loved that.
“So fucking close, Joel! So close! Thank you baby, thank you!” You praised him.
Both of your bodies were slick with sweat as his thrusts began to grow uncoordinated and sloppy but despite this, he was still working his thumb over you, stumbling over his words as he groaned out your name.
“That’s it, my pretty fuckin’ filthy girl. Gonna cum around my cock? Gonna coat me? Wanna see you leaking out on the fuckin table when I’m through with you. Think you can handle that honey? Wanna see my fuckin’ cum drippin’ out of that pretty little pussy.”
It didn’t take long for either of you to hit your impending high. It crashed around you, sending white hot pleasure up from your core and through your whole body, Joel shuddered above you, as your pussy milked him of every last fucking drop. He kissed all over your face, praising you for being such a good girl as he gave one last deep thrust, before collapsing on top of you.
This is how it always ended. Joel buried deep inside of you while he grew soft, yours and his cum leaking out of you, while you would cradle him against your chest, running your fingers through his sweat soaked hair.
The post orgasm calm was your favorite part undeniably. You loved the lazy, sex stained grin your man would give you. God, he always looked so pretty after a proper fuck. He’d kiss you slow, deep, letting his tongue slip into your mouth while your fingers would gently scrape against his beard.
“I wanna see more of that in the future.” He mumbled into your lips, kissing you languidly.
“Yeah? You liked that?”
“Fuckin’ loved havin’ you take control like that baby. Do it whenever you want, kay?”
You let out a soft giggle, pulling away from the kiss to get some air as he let out a small whine, he wasn’t ready to stop kissing you just yet. So instead, he let his lips kiss all over your face, your cheeks, chin, nose, your eyelids. He couldn’t get enough of you.
“I will definitely be taking control more often, baby. I can promise you that.”
“Good.” He hummed, pressing one more kiss to your nose, lightly nibbling on it before he slowly slipped out from your warmth.
“We made quite the mess together honey. Dripping all down the fuckin’ table.” He chuckled, dragging his finger through your cum mixed with his, before he licked his finger clean, shooting you a wink.
You sat up slowly, your heart beat had returned to normal as you watched your man with a small grin as he collapsed back into the chair, kicking his boots off along with his jeans before he gathered the pile of clothes up into his arms to take them to the laundry room.
“I fuckin’ love you, you know that?”
“I know you do, Joel. I love you too.”
He leaned down over you, kissing you sweetly once more. He left to drop the clothes off in the laundry room before he grabbed a towel. He was always big on after care so you laid there, waiting for him.
He gently wiped between your thighs, and then the table before he was scooping you up into his arms. He helped you wrap your legs around his hips as he carried you upstairs, smiling to himself when he could feel your thighs tremble, all thanks to him.
One well deserved hot shower later, and you and your man were curled up in bed together. You were the big spoon tonight because you know how much he loves to be held by you.
You were his lady, his girl. He was your man. Your fellow, your guy.
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menswear.
been wanting to write a menswear inspired lil ficcy for sooo so long n to celebrate the fact that i will finally hear it live after 9 years i thought this was a great time
a/n: i just wanna write a disclaimer that i am british and tend to britain-ise my writing so if it seems off for an american wedding don’t bite me x it’s ovulation week which is the only way i can explain this if i’m honest
summary: meeting steve at an old friend’s wedding could really only lead to one thing, couldn’t it?
18+. smut. alcohol and drug use. steve is a mess. no use of y/n!
steve’s still drunk from the night before, his tie crooked and one of the buttons on his shirt is uneven. he looked even more disheveled than he felt.
he hadn’t been keen on the idea of going to the wedding of his ex girlfriend and the man who essentially took her from him. not that he blames jonathan of course, he wasn’t exactly the gold standard boyfriend. he had his faults and would quite happily admit to them.
but still, it was confusing and weird and he’d tried to get out of it but robin had quite frankly insisted that he be there or else he was a terrible person.
so, as all sensible people would, he got absolutely fucking blasted the night before. he hadn’t meant to get so drunk but catching up with old friends and the kids he once looked after, had lead to him being carried off to his room by his best friend who was mumbling a bunch of profanities under her breath.
he still stank of booze, christ even he could smell it. it lingered on his body despite the twenty minute cold shower he had forced himself through this morning. there had been an attempt to style his hair but it mostly hung around his face in limp strands.
did you know the best way to beat a hangover is to keep drinking? hair of the dog and that. at least, that’s what he was telling himself. nursing a double whisky at the hotel bar at stupid o’clock this morning.
he didn’t have robin to hang off today, left to his own devices as she’d been recruited into the bridal party. her one track mind focussed on nancy and not her absolute failure of a best friend.
the venue was nice, a tad unorthodox and not where he’d choose to get married but it fit the strange pairing in a nice way. slinking up the cold stone of the aisle, trying to find his reserved seat among the crowds of people.
max pulls him into one of the rows, shoving him down on the empty seat with a small scowl on her face. she’d seen him struggling from her seat and had so graciously gone to help the poor man.
‘thanks.. max,’ he groans, nodding at the girl a she settles into his seat, honestly just hoping that the service would go quick so he could resume his pitiful drinking.
he sighs, thumbing through the programme. smiling slightly as he reads the officiants name, el hopper. they had just had to make this the strangest wedding he’d ever have the pleasure of attending.
‘do you know the bride or groom?’ your voice speaks from beside him, it’s the first time he’s realised that he’s actually sat next to anyone and he’s actually not in his own little world of misery.
‘huh?’ he asks, looking up to meet your eyes.
you’re smiling, looking as spritely as he wished he felt. clearly some people hadn’t got wasted the night before. amateurs.
‘do you know the bride or groom? sorry- i don’t really know anyone here,’ giving him a shy chuckle as your cheeks flush, maybe you would have to dip after the ceremony.
‘oh.. oh no, i know both of them.. nancy’s my ex girlfriend,’ he wants to kick himself because what on earth had compelled him to say something like that.
‘oh wow..’ you laugh, ‘not awkward at all then,’ kissing the back of your teeth.
‘it’s actually not.. not really,’ he shrugs, shuffling in his chair to face towards you properly, ‘i mean, if i had a choice i probably would’ve skipped but.. what can you do?’
‘right.. still, i don’t envy you,’ smoothing down the creased material of your dress, a deep green to match the earthy tones of the wedding.
‘d’you wanna know my secret to weddings?’ he smiles, leaning in.
‘mhm hit me.’
‘you just gotta get as drunk as humanly possible and they’re actually not so bad..’
‘isn’t it like..’ you check your wrist watch, ‘it’s noon,’ breaking into a giggle.
‘and that is why i started last night,’ tapping his finger on his temple, he was a genius really.
he wasn’t new to this game. having been forced to a plethora of fancy weddings with his parents and the wave of weddings from high school friends, he was wise to all the tricks in which made weddings bearable.
‘well, i might have to join you.. i don’t know anybody here,’ looking around at the hordes of strangers milling around the large room.
‘why are you here then?’ immediately wincing at his choice of words, ‘shit no.. i meant, do you know nancy? or jonathan? or have you snuck in?’
you giggle again and it’s music to his ears. sat next to a pretty girl who finds him funny? maybe today couldn’t be all that bad after all.
‘i know nancy.. we were roommates at emerson, she’s like.. the only person i’ve kept in contact with.’
he nods, going to speak but is abruptly interrupted by the sound of the organ chiming. your cue to actually start paying attention to the ceremony at hand. he turns his attention to the alter, exhaling heavily.
‘i’m so sorry.. i never asked your name,’ whispering with his body still facing the front, but completely leaning his shoulder into yours.
oh this wedding was about to be so much fun.
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you had taken steve’s advice, who’s name you had now learnt, immediately downing a glass of champagne when you got to the reception. hey, if you were going to have to meet a thousand new people tonight, you’d have to be a little buzzed to do it.
it’s no surprise you’ve been shoved onto the singles table, finding your name on the board and slinking off to your corner of the banished. steve already sat slumped over at his seat which was suspiciously next to yours again. he totally hadn’t swapped out stacey’s name card for yours.. never.
you slide into the chair, ‘we have got to stop meeting like this,’ gently nudging his elbow with yours as to not alarm him.
‘huh,’ he smiles, eyes glistening, ‘it must be fate,’ swivelling on the chair to give you his attention.
‘must be,’ raising your eyebrows ever so slightly.
he’s nursing what must be his fifth? sixth? drink, this time opting for something a little more socially acceptable with a beer. if it weren’t an open bar he’d offer to buy you a drink but it seemed a little cheap.
‘so, where are you from?’ he’s utterly intrigued by you, desperate to know everything there is to know.
‘denver and then boston.. for college and now i’m in cincinnati for my job,’ you shrug, feeling immensely coy under his gaze, ‘i take it you’re from indiana like nancy?’
she had spoken about how people mostly stayed in their small town, they’d meet someone in high school and fall into the suburban family life without ever realising it. and then before they knew it, it was too late and they were stuck there. she was determined to not do that.
‘yeah..’ he sounds deflated, thinking of the place he called home, ‘but it’s home i guess..’ he taps on the table, ‘what d’ya do for work?’
‘i’m an editor at a publishing house,’ his expression says that he doesn’t entirely understand, ‘i work with a lot of writers and basically tell them what to do,’ that was the very basic premise of your role but you’d gathered that he probably didn’t actually care much.
‘oh wow.. so you’re boss lady then?’ swigging on the now-warm liquid, he’s listening intently to whatever comes out of your mouth.
‘hah.. not quite,’ fiddling with the tiny name plaque in front of you, ‘one day.. hopefully,’ you were never a fan of talking about yourself, ‘so what do you do?’
he rolls his eyes playfully, ‘work for my dad, i didn’t get into college soo.. he gave me a job,’ eyes wandering to the guests now joining your table, ‘but really i’m just a glorified assistant and even that’s being generous,’ playing off his disappointment with a small laugh.
‘well that doesn’t sound too bad..’ picking up on his demeanour, ‘shall we get another drink before we have to sit through the awful speeches?’
his pretty pink lips curl into a smirk, ‘i like your thinking,’ standing from the table with his hand offered out for you to hold.
-
‘i-i’ll say a couple words.. c’mon,’ he grins, stepping up towards the small stage, hopper reluctantly passes the mic over to steve, watching apprehensively as he climbs onto the stage.
robin sighs, this could really only go one way and she sure as hell did not want to be in the room to witness it.
there’s a chance that you two had slightly overdone it with the free bar.. you wince watching him up on the stage. the opinions of these people meant absolutely nothing to you but quite obviously did to him.
‘as you all know.. nancy is my ex girlfriend-,’ there’s a collective groan from the audience, ‘but.. but no, that’s not what i came to say.. i wanted to say that-,’ he hiccups into the microphone, ‘that the first time i properly spoke to jonathan, he beat my ass and fuck did it hurt,’ chuckling to himself, ‘but that ass kicking actually.. and you won’t believe it, but it made me a better person and y’know what.. i’m really happy for you,’ he thrusts his glass into the air, ‘so, please join me in a toast to our newly weds.. you deserve it,’ turning to face the cringing couple at the table.
nancy gives him a small smile, it wasn’t exactly shakespearean but the sentiment was nice and he hadn’t embarrassed himself or fallen off the stage head first so she was going to take it as a win.
‘thank you, steve,’ jonathan nods, steve’s sure he can see a tiny smile on his face despite the lousy speech he’d just given.
hopper claps him on the back as he gets off of the stage, taking a mental note to keep an eye on the boy for the rest of the evening. the free bar may not have been the wisest decision after all.
steve collapses into his chair, immediately leaning into you, ‘that was good, right?’ taking a sip of his drink.
‘uh.. yeah, maybe didn’t need to mention the ex girlfriend thing buuut.. i don’t think it was that bad,’ you laugh, watching as he nods in self satisfaction.
‘good, i’m glad you approve,’ his eyes are narrow, glossy as they look back at you, he tilts his glass for you to cheers.
‘cheers.. to a not-so-bad wedding,’ you say, knocking your glasses together.
‘and to new friends,’ he adds, that same grin you’d now become accustomed to after only a few short hours.
‘to new friends.’
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you and your new friend had sorta maybe totally took full advantage of the free bar and the tiny bag of magic powder steve had kept in his blazer pocket. it wasn’t something you’d usually indulge in, but the champagne had gone to your head and the party was getting dull so..
‘i just wanna say.. i don’t do this shit all the time,’ using his credit card to push the powder into small lines on the edge of the basin, ‘just for when i need a little pick me up..’
he looks up at you from his hunched over position, he’s half-smiling as he pulls a ten dollar bill from his wallet, fiddling around as he rolls it into a small cylinder, offering it to you.
you’re cramped into one of the tiny cubicles together, your back pressed against the cold wall, ‘mm hmm and me either.. just to clarify,’ carefully placing the half-empty champagne flute down on the sink.
‘ladies first..’ hand brushing against against the small of your back as he stands up, mere inches from your face.
you oblige, bending over to sniff the powder, wincing as it stings on the way up. holding out the note for steve to take, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes the note. perhaps it was the copious amounts of alcohol but you could’ve worn you felt your heart miss a beat.
he stands back up, holding his nose. eyes still very much refusing to leave yours. they’re a beautiful chestnut colour and you’re sure they looked even better with a sober mind.
‘ready to dance?’ you ask, raising your brows.
his tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth to wet his lips, ‘in a minute,’ your heart pounding in not only your chest, ‘fuck- can i kiss you?’
‘please-,’
interrupted by his lips pressing against your own, eyes fluttering shut as his clammy hand finds your waist, pressing himself into your chest.
your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, his tongue glides over your bottom lip, mouth opening for him, as your fingers thread into his hair. he tastes of beer, cigarettes and the mint he’d not-so-sneakily shoved into his mouth before bringing you in here.
it’s all teeth and tongues, his hands getting grabby as they begin to roam around. you so desperately want to jump up onto the sink and let him fuck you into the porcelain right here. pressing your thighs together trying to satiate the growing ache.
you don’t, obviously. his lips chasing yours as you pull back, clawing at the back of his neck, the thumping music of the reception getting louder as someone enters the bathroom.
you put your finger on his lips, willing him not to say a word as the stranger locks themself in the cubicle right next to yours. he’s smirking, pupils blown out from the substance you’d shared. it was exhilarating, pushing his knee between your legs, fingers digging into your sides.
jesus christ, it feels like you’re in this position for eternity. waiting forever for the mystery person to vacate the bathroom. growing impatient as his fingertips dance around your hips, teasing as they tug on your dress.
eventually, they get the fuck out and steve is on your lips again before the door had chance to shut fully. moaning softly into his mouth at the sheer feeling of his thigh brushing against yours. you were a mess and he’d barely touched you yet.
‘shall we.. go? i have a room upstairs,’ mumbling between kisses, not wanting to let go of your lips for too long.
-
there’s a banging on the door just as he’s managed to slip your dress off. you clutch the material to your chest, covering your dignity in fear of intruders.
‘steve? you in there?’ a woman’s voice calls through the wood.
your eyes widen, absolutely certain that he’d had some hidden girlfriend who was now positively fuming that he’d disappeared with you.
his head slumps as he breathes out, hair brushing against your face, seemingly relieved with whoever was outside, ‘it’s rob.. let me just..’ he clambers off of the bed, ‘she won’t leave until i answer.’
steve swings open the door, met with an unimpressed robin. she’s been scouring the party for the last hour trying to find him. only to find out that he’d last been seen with a girl no one had ever seen before.
‘heyy rob.. everything okay?’ he asks cautiously, well aware that he was shirtless, belt hanging from his pant loops.
‘is everything okay with you? you just disappeared.. what’re you doing in there?’ eyeing his disheveled appearance.
‘ah shit i’m sorry.. i couldn’t find you,’ lies, he hadn’t even looked, far too interested in getting you back to his room.
her eyes narrow, glancing down at the hastily removed heel in the doorway, ‘d’you have a girl in there?’
he frowns at his best friend, ‘wha-? i’m just, going to bed..’ following her gaze to the shoe, ‘yes.. there is.’
you try not to giggle from behind the door, watching as he kicks your shoe backwards into the room.
‘ew,’ she grimaces, ‘why’d you answer the door, you freak.. i’ll see you in the morning,’ scoffing as she walks away.
steve closes the door gently before making his back to the bed, ‘i’m so sorry.. she woulda called the cops if i didn’t answer,’ climbing onto the mattress, sat on his knees in front of you.
‘oh? and she’s your..’ slightly bemused as to who that even was and why she seemed to care so much.
‘best friend,’ he leans in, tugging at the dress still pressed against your chest, ‘so where were we?’ devious smirk painting his face as your grip begins to loosen.
he presses forward, connecting your lips once more, nudging you into laying back, hovering over your body with one hand attempting to wrestle the dress from between your bodies. it lands on the carpet with a soft thud, his hand now free to roam the length of your body, fingers softly brushing over the waistband of your underwear before settling on your thigh. it’s cruel and teasing, you’ve already wasted so much time.
you move your hips upwards, chasing his touch. utterly desperate to feel him again. groaning into his mouth, not bothering to hide your impatience. steve smirks, walking his fingers up toward your hip.
his fingers slip into your carefully chosen panties, choking for air as he pulls back from your lips, ‘holy shit.. you’re soaking,’ still lingering around your aching heat, not doing anything to satisfy the growing wetness.
‘shut up,’ you grumble, pulling him back onto your mouth. rutting your hips to signal how desperate you really are.
he finally gets there, middle and forefinger travelling between your slick folds, rubbing pathetic circles around your clit. you’re grateful for the long awaited release, detaching from his lips to moan.
‘ohh fuck,’ he mutters, feeding off of the delightful sounds coming from your mouth. his cock twitching against your thigh.
‘please,’ you whine, unable to take any more of his incessant teasing. it had gone on for what felt like forever. you blame the various substances for your neediness and the subsequent lack of embarrassment for it.
‘keep begging like that and you can have anything you want,’ rescinding his fingers to tackle his own belt, hastily unbuckling the metal and yanking his suit pants down. boxers coming to rest around his thighs shortly after.
your eyes widen at the sight of his leaking cock springing up. you had felt that he was big but holy shit, this was something else. your surprise doesn’t go unnoticed, his veiny hand fisting his cock as his other hand comes to rest beside your head.
‘i’ll go slow,’ he breathes, eyes hooded as his chestnut eyes gaze into yours. he was used to the apprehension by now. your clammy hands grip onto the back of his neck, feet coming to rest on his lower back. nodding quickly underneath him.
he slides into your cunt achingly slow, his mouth falling open. a strangled sound rumbling from his throat, ‘fuck.. you feel.. so good,’ staying where he was, assessing your reaction before making his next move.
it feels like he’s splitting you open but it’s good. burning desire filling your veins, ‘fuck me..’ you nod, ‘please fuck me,’ becoming accustomed to the feeling of being full, pleading for him to just move.
you don’t have to tell him twice, an animalistic growl escaping as he begins to thrust his hips. he’s still holding back, you can tell but it’s oh so much better than his stagnant pace of before.
your eyes struggle to stay open, eyelids fluttering as he slams into you. hitting the sweet, soft spot you’re sure only he could reach. back arching off of the mattress, sweaty chests colliding, chasing that feeling.
‘oh my god,’ you moan, loud enough for whoever is staying in the adjacent room to hear. it’s filthy, lewd and desperate. the sound of his balls slapping against your supple skin, fastening in response to your encouragement.
‘yeah?’ he pants, reaching his hand around to brush the wild hair from your face. ‘been waiting to do this- nghh.. all fuckin’ day,’ relentless with his tempo, pubic area perfectly catching against your throbbing cult, hurtling you towards your orgasm.
‘fuck,’ you grit, eyes screwed shut. it’s disgusting how the sounds of your cunt fill the room, even worse that it was encouraging him. pounding into your hole ruthlessly, grunting as he nears his own orgasm.
the familiar sensation twists in your stomach, mouth hung open as it’s useless even attempting to muffle yourself. ‘steve..’ you mewl, more as a warning that you were fast approaching your release.
he can feel it, the way you clench around him and the utter mindless babbling coming from your mouth were all too familiar. ‘you gonna come? huh? you wanna come?’ struggling to keep his own composure.
you can’t even verbalise your response, nodding maniacally while your legs squeeze around his waist, keeping him deep inside as you begin to tremble. stomach flipping and your head becoming fuzzy, the tip of his cock nudging against the spongy spot as you come undone around him.
the pleasure is almost overwhelming, tears pricking in your eyes as you writhe against him. ‘shitshitshit,’ whining breathlessly into his ear.
‘oh fuck,’ he barks, beginning to lose his rhythm. hips stuttering as he fills you up, thick ropes of cum painting your walls. pulling out far too late and collapsing on top your sweaty body.
chest rising and falling in time with his as you try to regain your breath, still clinging onto his neck while he buries his face into your shoulder, arms wrapping around your back.
‘oh fuck is right,’ you remark, giggling at his pathetic demeanour. fingers running through his damp hair, his wet lips pressing against the skin of your neck. your mind still too hazy to truly comprehend the implications of him coming inside of you. something for tomorrow you to worry about.
‘i’m sorry,’ he mumbles, cocking his head to finally look up at you, ‘your fault..’ attempting to crack a joke.
‘oh it’s my fault?’
‘oh yeah,’ shifting off of your body and onto the bed slightly, still holding onto your waist. ‘i’d have a baby with you any day,’ wrestling to pull the blanket over your bodies.
you narrow your eyes, resting your head on the soft pillow, choosing to blissfully ignore his comments. the toll of the long day starting to take on your body as your eyes begin to close. snuggling into the side of his body, tangling your leg between his.
‘i wasn’t joking,’ he murmurs sleepily, fingers brushing your back softly.
‘shut up.’
-
you’re wary of even waking him, wondering if it’d be easier to just slip out unnoticed. maybe you could leave a note on the bedside table for him to find.
no. no, that’d be rude. most one night stands you wouldn’t even be contemplating it, you’d have ran out of there the second you were awake. something felt different with steve.. like maybe you shouldn’t.
you nudge his arm, leaning over his body.
‘steve? steve.. i have to go..’ you coo softly, coaxing him awake.
he jolts, snapping his head in your direction, ‘huh? what?’ squinting as he comes to, head already pounding from the copious amounts of liquor he’d ingested last night.
‘i have to go..’ smiling at his sleepy demeanour.
‘what? no.. no no, where are you going?’ voice heavy with sleep, a whole octave deeper than it was last night.
‘i’ve gotta check out out of my room and drive home.’
he sits up agains the pillow, stretching his arms out with a stifled yawn, ‘now? it’s so early,’ his fingers wrap around your wrist, ‘stay.. ten minutes,’ gently trying to pull you back into the bed with him.
‘it’s a long drive.. i can’t,’ you mutter, standing strong despite the overwhelming urge to just get back into the warm bed with him.
‘let me walk you back then,’ the smooth pad of his thumb tracing along your wrist, ‘gimme like.. five minutes and we can go,’ dropping your arm as he springs out of the bed.
‘you don’t have to.. really,’ you persist, watching as he shimmies into a discarded pair of sweatpants, frantically searching for a clean t-shirt in his suitcase.
‘well i’m going to,’ he pulls it over his messy hair, it had been neglected the last few days and he’d been kicking himself for not looking his best for you.
you simply smile at him, nothing you could say would change his mind so it was easier not to and you weren’t exactly averse to spending more time with him.
he emerges from the bathroom looking slightly more put together, ‘okay i’m ready.. let’s go,’ grabbing his wallet, nearly empty cigarette box and his room key from his discarded pants pocket and grinning.
it’s a comfortable silence on the way back to your room, steve nodding his head at a few wedding guest stragglers who were either doing the exact same thing you were doing or trying to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.
the atmosphere is pleasant, almost natural as you walk the halls. arms brushing against each other with every step.
‘well, this is me,’ nodding at the basically untouched hotel room. you’d stepped foot in it once to drop your bag off and hadn’t seen it since.
steve’s biting down onto his bottom lip, ‘you really gotta go now?’ sounding a little disappointed.
‘i’m back to work tomorrow.. i’m sorry,’ trying to disguise your own disappointment. realistically, you probably wouldn’t see him again. just a one time, crazy wedding story you would look back on fondly in a few years.
‘i’m not,’ he offers, trying desperately not to let this go. dating in hawkins wasn’t great, and he wasn’t sure that he’d ever find someone like you even if he searched for his entire life. he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t at least try.
‘oh?’ raising your brows.
‘yanno, i’ve never been to cincinnati before,’ smirking down at you, ‘i was actually thinking of taking a little vacation there.. like, this week?’
the corners of your lips twitch into a smile, ‘you know what? that sounds like a great idea.’
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Jisung couldn’t wait. His knees bounced, trying to distract himself with the track in front of him. Clicking away with his mouse, letting the unheard music play over and over again in his headphones.
Today was the day. Everything would change after two pm. He tried to busy himself around the house; cleaning the bedroom, doing some laundry. Even went out for a jog. So out of character for him.
But when something this big is happening, he can’t control how…different he acts.
SMUT — MINORS DNI
It’s thirty past two. His phone is dry (it doesn’t help that he checked it not even a minute ago). Jisung is starting to get antsy; why hasn’t he heard anything? Have you heard anything? What is taking so long that you can’t even shoot him a quick text. Fuck, he’d take even a thumbs up emoji right now.
Restart the song. Tweak it. Wait. Wait, and wait, and wait—
Until there’s a tap on his shoulder. The headphones are all but torn from his skull, whipping his chair around quickly to come face to face with you.
Jisung’s reaction makes you giggle, hands lovingly cupping his chubby cheeks. “Hi, did I scare you?”
Eyes like saucers, he shakes his head. “Did you find out?”
Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, corners turning up into a soft smile. It’s been hard for the both of you, waiting for this clearance. The restless nights, a heavy pit in your stomach that you can’t extinguish. All of it is either painful or uncomfortable, leaving you lying on your belly as you cry into your pillow. Jisung so gently stroking your back, reassuring you that it’s over soon.
The timer has ticked. Time is up.
“I still might be a little sensitive.” You say softly, pushing strands of hair that had fallen out of his ponytail back. “But—“
Jisung has spent all day wasting time. Trying to get the clock to move a little fucking faster. He can’t take anymore waiting. Hands on your hips, he tugs you into his lap, the chair leaning back with your combined weight. Your lips clash, a quick but affectionate motion of tongue and teeth making you both groan into each other. The kisses of relief, of joy. Of knowing that finally, finally the two of you can love each other in ways you only know how.
“Where is she?” Jisung breaks the kiss long enough to ask, though his lips never leave your body. They pepper gently across your jawline, body trembling in his hold. “Do I need to call my mom?”
You giggle. “I already dropped her off with Minho. You’re not the only one who needs this, Sung.”
Four months. Four months and some change since he last touched you, felt you. Back then she wasn’t here yet, your belly warm under his hands as he gently rocked into you. There were so many tears that night, from you and him. Kisses that neither of you could get enough of, enjoying your last moments before you wouldn’t get a chance like this for a while.
While is up.
His grin is contagious, head rolling back against his chair as he chuckles happily. Fuck, he’s so excited. He can’t explain how giddy this makes him — it’s like the first time all over again, but better.
So much fucking better.
“He’ll keep her all night?”
You raise a brow, chuckling as you lean down. It’s your turn to pepper his face with kisses. “Or until we go pick her up. She’s only next door. Why? Did you plan for this to go all night?”
“Maybe. Is that a problem?”
“Hm, no.” Your teeth scrap against his neck, bringing a low moan from him. “But we better get started if that’s the case.”
Seconds. Maybe five. That’s how long it takes before you’re pinned to the ground, a fit of giggles as your partner buries his face in your neck. He’s scrunching up your dress, hands exploring your perfect body. Stretch marks and all — you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.
Jisung is so lucky to love you.
Fingers hook around the waistband of your panties right as he looks up at you. Hair fanned around you, bright eyes and a lazy smile. God, he’s crazy about you.
“I’ll take my time later.” He promises, moving the fabric slowly down your thighs. “But right now I just need to feel you.”
You cup his face again, fingers creeping back to release his shaggy hair. It’s frames his face perfectly; chubby cheeks and galaxies in his eyes. The most wonderful person, partner, father. And he’s all yours.
“And I you, my love.”
Jisung smiles before he kisses you, quickly removing your clothes and pushing down his sweats. He grabs the base of his cock, pushing it through your folds slowly to collect your slick. Fuck, you’re so warm, so—
You’re wincing in the kiss when he’s near your entrance, fingers clutching onto your hair.
“Is this alright?” He breaks from your lips to whisper.
You nod quickly, taking a deep breath. “Just be gentle.”
“Of course, petal.” Kisses on the corners of your lips, nose nuzzling against your cheeks. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
A kiss to his cheek is your response. An encouragement to go ahead. Why take it any slower?
Eyes locked, Jisung aligns his cock with your center once more. When you smile softly, that’s when he begins to push in. It’s a slow movement, careful to not cause too much damage as he stretches you out again. But also to take in this feeling, remember how much he fucking loves it. How close to you it makes him feel, how comforting it is to be inside you.
“You feel so nice.” He whispers, smiling down at you. “Is this okay?”
You return the smile. “You can go faster if you’d like.”
Fuck, he’d love to. His hips quicken just slightly, not stopping until he literally has no choice but to. Your jaw drops lazily, pretty moans spilling from your lips. Walls fluttering around him.
Your body is like home. God, how he’s longed for you.
“Fuck.” You whimper, eyes fluttering shut. “Sung, so good—“
“I know.” He says breathlessly, hands flexing around your hips. There are tears stinging his eyes — in all the ways he knows to love you, this is one of the most raw. The most beautiful. The most powerful. It’s earth shattering to be here again, his either chest caving in. It’s the best feeling in the world, one that brings tears to his eyes. “You’re divine.”
He needs a moment. To savor this, to enjoy the feeling of being so deeply connected to you. This. This is love in its purest form.
How could he waste this time?
Tears roll down his cheeks, dropping off his chin on your face. The feeling has your eyes opening, brows narrowing in concern as you quickly wipe his tears away. “Jisung—“
“I’m alright.” He reassures you quickly. “I just—fuck, I just adore you.”
For you, he’d steal the stars.
“I love you.” You whisper, lip trembling as your own tears start to form. “Fuck, you’re my everything, Jisung.”
It’s time to move. His cock is begging him, needing to feel the friction. To feel more of you. Slowly, he pulls out, but not too far. He wants this fragment of time to last.
“And you mine, my love.”
There’s no way either of you will last too long. You’re both well aware of it without even speaking it — it’s been too long. Too much time spent away from each other. It’s like the first time all over again, but in such a different reality. The first time as parents, the first time after such a long time.
There’s more than one first. How magical is it that you get to experience it all with Jisung?
He’s starting to sweat, hands on either side of your head as he picks up the speed just a little bit. There’s a fuzzy feeling in his center, the rope tightening as he gets closer and closer to euphoria.
A hand slides under one of his. Fingers flexing around it. When he looks at you, everything just makes sense.
“With me?”
It’s such an easy answer. “Always.”
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Delicate (Pt. 1)
summary: jake meets natasha's friend and gets his first taste of gentleness, but before he can chase the feeling, natasha blocks him off.
pairing: jake seresin x female reader.
warnings: negative self talk, cursing, mentions of drinking, sex, and nudity. this is a 18+ blog.
word count: 2.5k.
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“Fine. We don’t even have to kiss.” Natasha offers, forehead slumped against your knees.
Natasha lost all shame when she came to you minutes ago, pleading with you to play pretend girlfriend this weekend with her—In hopes that her WSO would make the first move on her, provoked by jealousy.
She has stooped so low-even to the point where she’s gotten down on both her knees in the middle of your living room, hoping her desperation translates.
“Who even said anything about that!” you shriek, covering your face from embarrassment–refusing to look at her.
“Would you please get off your knees Nat?” you ask, dragging your hands down your face–stressed by her proposition.
Upon hearing your strained plea, Natasha defeatedly peels herself off the floor, ignoring the bruising pain in her knees.
“Look, if Bob is as sweet as you say he is, I doubt he’d try to play homewrecker, Natasha,” you’re firm with your response.
Natasha sighs, haphazardly throwing herself onto the couch, next to you.
“You’re right,” she admits.
“How about you try making a move?” You reach over, resting your hand atop her head out of habit.
“You think I haven’t tried? Every time I flirt with him, he looks like he wants to run in the opposite direction.” The brunette leans into your touch, allowing you to stroke the top of her head.
“Maybe he’s not sure if you’re joking or not,” you turn your head to gauge her reaction, but Natsha is blankly staring at the floor.
“I don’t know if I have it in me to say I like him so outright like that,” she cautiously confesses.
You’ve never seen Natasha so down on her luck before, her usual fiery attitude is nowhere to be seen, almost as if it never existed in the first place. You two have never found yourselves in a situation like this in the span of your friendship, it’s strange to say the least, and so you’re both lost on what to do.
Natasha takes a peak at your face, hearing you hum in contemplation. She takes in your expression as your mind begins to skim through possible solutions, eager to relieve your best friend from her problem.
“I’ll come with you to the bar this weekend,” you start,
Natasha immediately straightens up, almost smacking you in the process.
“Only for emotional support, You’re gonna tell him you like him. And because I believe in you, I’ll be there to cheer you on,” you finish, resolutely pointing your finger at her.
“I fucking love you,” she leaps herself at you, attempting to hug you.
“One day, he better love you enough that he’d go streaking for you,” you poke her side, smiling, reminding her of the time the two of you went streaking back in college—after you had just made up from a ridiculous argument. It was almost like a strange promise—that no matter what, you’d be willing to completely embarrass yourself for the other person.
It would have been a waste if you two didn’t stay friends after running down butt naked on the busiest street of your town. After all–you almost got arrested for public indecency that day.
“I hope you find someone who would go streaking for you too, besides me of course.” She gloats happily, arms squeezing around you even tighter.
Surprisingly enough, this is the first time you’re meeting Natasha’s team. The anxiety you felt leading up to this weekend is no longer a thought in your mind because everyone welcomed you with open arms, hugging and complimenting you as they introduced themselves. In a way, they’re all reflections of Natasha–reliable, kind, and self-assured, and you’re glad she’s surrounded by a good group of people. Though, you have yet to meet the last member of her team.
“Hey, where’s Hangman at, Coyote?” The tanned man you remember as Rooster, asks.
Coyote opens his mouth to speak, but shuts it again, not sure if he can say it.
“No.�� Rooster exclaims, setting down his beer.
“Yup.” Coyote nods, lips scrunched into a tight line.
Before you could even turn to ask Natasha why everyone around the pool table looks distraught, there’s a shrieking sound by the entrance and it seems to be moving closer.
“Jakey-pie, come on,” the person whines.
Noticing everyone scattering around, trying to make themselves look busy at the sound of the voice, you look up—right in the direction that everyone is currently avoiding.
Your eyes first land on the girl, she’s obviously young–somewhere in her mid twenties, and her choice of clothing is, well it’s definitely a choice. But—she’s strikingly beautiful, you really had no room to judge her.
Natasha and Bob laugh beside you, watching as your eyes practically hang out of your skull upon seeing the girl inappropriately slobbering her lips over the neck of the blond man she’s clung to.
Your eyes frantically scatter to the man’s face, slightly disturbed by the girl’s very public display of affection.
He has a sheepish smile on his face, but anyone with half a brain could pick up on the fact that there’s a twinge of discomfort in his expression. You can’t help but frown, wondering how often she does this to him.
“Sorry I’m late guys. I had to pick up Stella.” The blond finally reaches the group, announcing an apology for his late arrival.
A chorus of it’s okay and it’s fine are heard–but no one truly sounds like they’re okay with it at all.
Jake’s nervous eyes scan over everyone, heart lurching at everyone’s dispirited reactions. But then he lands his sights on you.
His breath almost gets caught in his throat for a second. You’re the only one that’s not avoiding his gaze or sending him a dirty look–and your eyes are so kind.
“Hey. I’m Jake or Hangman, I don’t believe we’ve met yet.” He forgets Stella’s arm is slung around his own, failing to free himself from her to shake your hand.
Jake prepares himself, expecting to see you judge him for letting the younger girl control his every move. Instead, you chose to smile at him, assuring him that it truly is okay.
You don’t even falter under Stella’s harsh glare either, and a small part of Jake starts to believe his nonna’s rants on how love at first sight is very much plausible.
“Hi, I’m Natasha’s-”
“Friend who will be grabbing more drinks with me and Bob.” Natasha cuts you off, pulling you towards the bar.
Baffled by her reaction, you turn to disapprovingly glare at her.
Behind you, Bob is smiling to himself—quietly observing your dynamic with the other pilot.
“That was rude,” you huff, leaning against the bar.
“I was doing you a favor,” she scolds, nose pointed in the air.
Bob tries to come to the guy’s defense, moving to stand next to Natasha. “He’s not that bad.”
“You’re too sweet Bobby,” your best friend sighs.
You’re quickly distracted from Natasha’s previous behavior, slyly smiling to yourself because you notice that Bob’s ears are bright red at the small compliment.
You’ve managed to slip away from Natasha and Bob not long ago, a strong craving for pizza–invoked by a drink or two, leads you towards the exit of the Hard Deck.
From seeing the glowing red exit sign, your feet move on their own towards it, like a moth to a flame.
But to your dismay, someone goes flying against your back, sending you to land straight on the bar floor.
Dusting off your legs, you manage to stand again–turning around to see the commotion behind you.
“Ugh. Go away Jakey-pie,” the girl groans, after shoving Jake.
“Honey, you’re drunk, let me just take you home.” Jake pleads, exasperated, not even realizing he's knocked you to the ground.
“No. I’m gonna uber to another bar with my friends, this place is boring.” She protests, her heels clicking loudly against the floor as she stalks off.
Jake doesn’t even have it in him to chase after her, shoulders drooping as he watches her unapologetically slam into strangers until she dips from his sight.
“Do you always let twenty year olds walk all over you like that?” A softer voice fills his ears.
He cranes his neck to check behind him, and there you are.
You are calmer in comparison to Stella, and Jake feels your energy waft off on him–allowing him to relax in your presence.
“Hey, Natasha’s friend,” he greets you, smiling as he extends his hand towards you–successfully this time.
You gladly shake his hand, noticing his grip is a little weak, which is odd for someone in his field.
And though the younger girl is far gone, you see the discomfort from earlier still swimming in his eyes. He looked like he needed some cheering up, and what better way to cheer someone up but with pizza?
“Hi Jakey-pie, are you in the mood for pizza?” you ask, head tilted.
“Lead the way please,” he nods, with satisfied smile plastered on his face, at the thought of a hot slice of pizza.
You comically spin to face the exit again, a little spurred on by the idea of pizza and Jake's smile grows wider watching you stomp off, mimicking Stella for his entertainment.
And before he can process it, you're already half way across the bar. Jake’s unsure how you’re navigating around bodies so well, and he grows worried trying to keep track of you as you swiftly move around fellow navy men who shamelessly stare down to look at your backside.
Finally catching up to you, he hoovers closely behind to block off the view of your butt–grinning directly at a man who looks at him angrily.
“Pizza reveal…are you ready?”
“So ready,” he nods, equally as eager as you.
Both of you turn to make sure the other has their hands placed on their respective boxes.
“1…2…3…Go.”
You both rip open the top of your pizza boxes, closing your eyes to inhale the intoxicating swirl of tomato sauce, slightly burnt crust, and melted mozzarella.
“Noo, Jakey-pie! You’re a pineapple on pizza kind of guy?” You pull your hand up to your face, covering your gaping mouth.
“Says you, mushroom pizza girl,” he scoffs, looking into your pizza box.
You both stare at each other, pretending to be upset with one another until laughter erupts between you two.
You’re laughing so hard, you snort–and Jake almost pees himself when he sees strangers glare at you for being so loud.
“Hey, so what’s the deal with that girlfriend of yours?” You ask, taking a bite of your slice.
“She’s not really my girl. I don’t know,” he sighs, joining you by taking a bite from his own pizza.
“You know, it’s really no good for you if you keep someone like that around,” you suddenly grow serious.
Truthfully, Jake wants to take your advice but he’s not sure if he can, because Stella is exactly the type of person he purposely keeps around.
She’s the kind of girl Jake feels worthy of–ones who stroke his ego and dick–and only listens to him talk about his feelings while they’re completely plastered, not remembering a thing he says by the time they sober up.
“What if that kind of person is the only thing I'm deserving of?” Jake doesn’t know if it’s the three beers or the dizzying San Francisco heat, but he lets his guard down without feeling an ounce of wariness.
“Why don’t you see your worth, Jake?” You grimly set down your pizza to look up at him, hunger completely forgotten.
You look so concerned for him, and Jake doesn’t know how to process the strange feeling that starts to fill up his chest. How is that you–a stranger, care for him more than Stella has before? More than anyone has before?
Jake feels himself shrink in front of you, unsure if he’s deserving of being in your presence.
“If you heard what people said about me sweetheart,” Jake reaches to twist open his soda.
“You might agree that I’m not worth too much,” his body grows so weak, he struggles to get the cap open.
“Let me help you.”
Jake stares up at you wide eyed, unsure if you’re talking about helping him see his worth—or helping him open his soda.
“I knew I’d find you here.” A voice furiously calls out from across the parking lot.
Natasha’s commanding tone sends you snapping your heads in her direction, looking like two deers caught in headlights.
She’s almost running towards you, with Bob struggling to keep up behind her.
“You–young lady, are coming home with me.” She grabs you from the slab of sidewalk you planted your butt on, you stumble to stand on your feet–carefully balancing your pizza box.
“Wait. Let me get your-” Jake sputters.
“Hangman. See you Monday,” she cuts him off immediately, pairing it with a cold look.
“And Bobby, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She pecks Bob right on the mouth, causing your jaw to fall slack.
“What—wait-” It’s too late. She’s already leading you by the arm away from the two men.
Bob bites his lip, watching as you and Jake just sadly watch each other–worried you won’t ever get to finish your conversation.
Bagman:
Hey
Trace:
No.
“Well..at least she responded '' Coyote says, peering over Jake’s shoulder, trying to ease his best friend’s disencourage state.
Bagman:
All I said was hey?
Trace:
That was already too much lol.
Bagman:
What’s your friend's name…?
“Don’t put those dots dude, you sound creepy!” Coyote exclaims, trying to grab at the phone–but Jake already sent it.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Jake frustratedly yells back, unconsciously biting his nails.
Trace:
Her name is Phoenix Lover.
Bagman:
Please? I’ll literally do anything.
Natasha’s eyes almost burn, staring contemplatively at the bright screen. Hangman begging? That's new. Hangman begging her? That’s something rare. Biting down on her lip, Natasha types out her reply, thumb hovering over the send button, unsure. Fuck it.
Trace:
Meet me here next week at 3, and I’ll tell you.
Jake and Coyote stare blankly at the address Phoenix sends over.
“Why does she want to meet there? There’s gonna be tourists flooding that area by then.” Coyote ponders.
“I don’t even care man, I’m showing up.” Jake swallows, typing out a thank you.
Natasha shuts her phone off, slamming it against her beating heart. She stares up at the ceiling, her vision trying to adjust to the pitch black room.
Seconds later, her phone dings, signifying that Hangman already texted back, and she hurriedly lifts the device back up to her face.
Hangman:
Thank you so much.
See you Monday, goodnight Phoenix.
“Are you texting Bobby?” You tease, turning over in her bed.
“What the shit. I thought you were asleep.” Natasha flinches, almost dropping her phone.
“I can’t sleep. I miss Jakey-pie,” you replicate Stella’s whine.
And although you sound like you're joking, you're really not. Your mind has been whirling ever since you got back with Natasha, unable to ease the worried feeling that festered in your stomach since that conversation with Jake.
“But seriously though, are you texting him?” You change the topic, not wanting to make it more difficult for yourself to sleep.
“No, I’m making plans to watch someone go streaking next week,” she proudly brags.
“What? Who? Can I come?” You shuffle closer to her in bed.
“No. Goodnight.” Natasha turns her back on you, hiding her smile from view.
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got my head in a daze (guy/honey, redacted audios)
Guy takes care of a drunk and obliviously sentimental Honey.
(fluff, humor, taking care of drunk character)
2.5k+ words [ao3 link here!] [masterlist]
[CW and notes: implied alcohol consumption, honey kinda gets a lil vulnerable, drunken shenanigans, swearing, geordi and cutie briefly appear at the beginning bc i miss them lol, whipped and flustered Honey, whipped and flustered Guy, they love each other so much i’m shaking, possibly OOC**, GRAMMATICAL ERRORS not rlly proofread]
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"Thank you for calling Max's Rustic Pizza, my name is Guy, how can I– OH! Fuck! Hi! Sorry, forgot to turn off my 'work' brain–"
"Wait, what? Are they okay? Oh, okay, okay. How long will you be here?"
"Oh, cool, cool, okay. I'll meet you outside. Thanks a lot, Geordi. Stay safe."
The call ends and Guy scrambles around the apartment for a change of clothes. He's still wearing his work uniform. The stench (he doesn't really smell that bad, does he?) of sweat, basil, and, well, pizza feels embedded into them.
Unfortunately, no matter how dashing he looks in the black polo shirt (according to what the very lovely old lady that lives across them said), Guy remembers Honey always complaining about the smell. This probably means they won’t appreciate being greeted by it once they arrive with their friend.
He opts for a simple shirt that’s fresh from the laundry and grabs a soft blanket for Honey. The nights have been chilly lately and with his burning hatred for being sick, he definitely doesn’t want his partner to experience that either, especially in their state.
The sound of tires on asphalt snaps Guy out of his fussing and he realizes he’s near the entrance of their building. He opens the door to greet the Corolla pulling up near the sidewalk. Its side windows rolled down to reveal Geordi at the wheel looking back at Cutie, who was comforting Honey in the passenger seat.
A very drunk Honey, that is.
“Psst. We’re here.” Cutie whispered gently as not to startle the very much intoxicated person currently resting on their lap. Honey opens their eyes and squints at their surroundings, letting out what Guy would probably describe as the cutest sound in existence (it really was just a whine but sue him for gushing on his partner over the simplest of things.)
“Really…?”
“Yes, really. C'mon, your escort's there," The telepath says, nudging them to look at the man currently standing outside the car wearing an oversized Star Trek shirt with a blanket slung over his shoulder.
"Es…what?"
It was evident that the trio were trying, and failing, to suppress their amusement at how… out of it their usually uptight friend is. It's adorable, even.
Guy lowers himself to get Honey to sit up and Cutie immediately helps him. Then, slowly but surely, the pair gently shifts them out of the car to stand up on the sidewalk.
"Okay, there you go, hon," Guy finally balances his swaying partner (or at least, how balanced one can be while inebriated). "Thanks a lot. Can you guys go home safely?"
"Yeah, no need to worry about us! Cutie's just a lil tipsy but Honey's the only one actually affected by how much of a lightweight they are," Geordi answers, wiping some fog that formed on his glasses. Guy glosses over the very endearing fact that their ever-so-grumpy partner is a lightweight to realize how cold it is outside. The blanket!
He wastes no time wrapping the soft fabric around Honey and they instantly snuggled up to it. “Woah…thanks…S’cold a while ago…” They happily said, their words slowly coming out like molasses.
Guy chuckles, averting his gaze from the peaceful smiling face of their partner to Cutie’s shit-eating grin. “Thanks again. I’m glad they didn’t get themself into trouble.”
"No prob, Guy, really. Though I am not gonna miss how much they were raving about their wonderful boyfriend throughout the car ride. No matter how cute it was, that was still 30 minutes I can’t take back. I don't need to be a mind reader to know they can’t wait to see you.”
Geordi lets out a few snickers that make Guy wonder if there was an inside joke he wasn’t getting. He dismisses the thought, Never mind that! His Honey was being all mushy! About him! That leaves him blushing, cheeks hot with a small smile growing and Honey quietly observes the man beside them. They amusingly think their strange escort looks enchanting when flustered.
“O-okay, then! Welp, get back home safe!” Guy waves a hand, the other around Honey’s waist tightened to keep them on their very unstable feet. “I’ve got my very drunk paramour that’s in dire need of some tender loving care to attend to."
The couple waves them goodbye as the side windows close (with a scandalized “Geordi!” accompanied by a playful slap coming from Cutie despite the aforementioned man keeping his mouth shut though, shortly right after, he bursts into a fit of giggles.) Guy really doesn’t get how they both seem to communicate without sharing any words between them but he shrugs it off for now. He has more pressing matters to deal with.
“C’mon, Honey! Time to get you in our humble abode!" Guy begins to guide their partner to the entrance and opts for the nearby elevator instead of the stairs. He definitely doesn't want to risk any possible accidents from that.
They were both quiet for the whole three stories up. Guy worries about how exhausted Honey must've felt with how they were leaning on his shoulder, eyes closed as they breathed softly, almost snoring. Cute.
The journey to their unit was surprisingly quick. Guy takes out his keys after gently shaking the bundled-up figure beside him. "Hey,” he whispered, “We're here, sleepyhead."
The door opens and so do Honey’s eyes, blinking out any weariness that weighed on them. They stride over to the couch with the short-lived confidence of a drunkard, leaving the man holding them surprised. They don't remember walking being so difficult. Why was the ground so…move-y all of a sudden?
Guy's eyes widen as he realizes Honey is out of his grasp. They managed to take a few steps before he could see their movements getting sluggish again. "Woah, hey, hey! Slow down, let me help." He takes hold of their arms to balance them as he gently set their partner on the couch.
“There ya go,” Guy smiles, kneeling down on his knees to help them out of their footwear that has probably grown uncomfortable. However, the moment he starts to take off their shoe, Honey's foot jerks back. They have their usual annoyed expression but something seems off about how they look at him.
“Hey, back off! I have a… boyfriend, y’know?”
. . .
What.
"What?"
"Look, dude, thanks for… bringing me up here but I'm gonna…wait for my boyfriend, okay?"
Holy shit, they're fucking wasted.
"Honey, it's me," Guy insists. No doubt the real, very much existing live audience he always monologues for would find this situation hilarious if he wasn't desperately trying to take care of his partner without them freaking out.
"Ha-ha, okay, man, you’re really cute and shit but I want my boyfriend here, not some random fucking guy!”
Despite literally rejecting him in their drunken stupor, his grumpy darling of a partner still makes way for his heart to flutter. How the hell is he going to handle this when some simple flattery from them leaves his mind reeling?
“But I’m not some guy! I am Guy!” He sees that the statement confuses Honey’s already muddled mind some more. At moments like these, Guy wonders what in the ever-loving fuck his parents were on when they decided to name their child like that.
The man backtracks, "Look, your…boyfriend is a lil busy right now. He’ll be back soon but he told me to take care of you while he’s gone, would that be okay?”
Honey squints their eyes, and their foot slowly sets itself back on the floor. “Hm. fine…but don’t pull any moves on me, got it?” They pointed a threatening finger at him. “I like my boyfriend a whole lot and I don’t want him coming home to some bullshit, you hear me?”
Their strange escort smiles wide and Honey is suddenly overtaken by the instinct to cup his round cheeks, as if it was second nature. Honey shakes their head. There’s something about this man, they just don’t know what, but he makes them feel…weird.
“You got it, boss!” Guy beams with a mock salute before untying the laces of their shoe. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he decided to speak up. “Y’know, that must be one lucky boyfriend. You seem to be fond of him.” He means it. He really is lucky to have them in his life.
Honey looks away with furrowed brows, mumbling softly, “I’m the lucky one…”
“Hm? What do you mean?” Guy tilts his head to the side. Well, that got him curious.
“He’s… he’s really nice to me, even when I’m not.” The urge for Guy to rebut was strong but he decided to shut the fuck up for once to let them continue. “He acts goofy as hell most of the time, too. Like some fucking gremlin or something…”
Their eyes meet and his breath hitches. They’re beautiful.
“And he makes me feel really, really good. He asks for kisses all the time and he cooks me breakfast and his voice sounds so nice in my ear even when he talks a lot a-and he makes my stupid heart feel stupid warm when he looks at me with those pretty eyes like–” They pause to take a breath.
“Like I’m actually enjoyable to be around.” Honey’s flustered. The heat practically radiates off of them as they lock their gaze on the floor. “He's stupid handsome too, it’s not fair! S’like he got it all!”
They pushed a finger up to the man’s lips in an attempt to shush him (They also ignore how pleasantly soft it feels against their skin), "But don't tell him I said that!"
Guy merely chuckles to mask the reality of how fast his heart is beating right now. Fuck, if he keeps getting these sweet compliments from a blushing Honey in such generous amounts, he might actually pass out. Definitely not a bad way to go. He awkwardly cleared his throat, noticing that they were expecting a reply from him, “I-I won’t. I promise.”
They seem satisfied by that, crossing their arms as they avoid his eye contact again. Guy racks up his mind on what to do next, his thoughts currently in disarray no thanks to the overwhelming affection he’s receiving. “How ‘bout you go wash up and change your clothes so we can get you to bed, hm?”
Honey nods, and allows the man to guide them to the bedroom (not without a sharp “No funny ideas!” from them and a giggly but reassuring “Of course, of course!” from the man). Guy makes sure to leave the bathroom door open just in case something happens as Honey sloppily brushes their teeth while he prepares some sleepwear for them.
Once they were done, Guy stepped out of the room to give his partner some privacy and brings back a glass of water with some painkillers to leave by their bedside table for tomorrow. He waits outside the bedroom door, knocking one, two, three times, “Can I come in?”
After hearing the soft “Sure” from inside, the door creaks open to reveal their Honey, clad in pajamas, lying in bed. He sets the pills down and inches the glass toward their lips.
“Hey, don’t sleep yet. You gotta get hydrated first.”
Guy notices they were a bit more compliant, probably too tired to try intimidating him with…their boyfriend. After a few sips, Honey yawns, their head gently landing on the fluffy pillows surrounding their drowsy state. The fatigue was really catching up on them, allowing slumber to take over easily.
In their dreams, they swear they feel a warmth caress their skin and a soft, fleeting pressure on their forehead.
“I love you.”
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The first thing Honey hears through the headache is the sizzle of the omelet that Guy is currently giving out a performance to in his rendition of a song he’s playing on his phone.
The man turns off the stove, expertly sliding the dish on a plate placed nearby while still shaking his hips to the music. He continues his singing, oblivious to the fact that their partner is currently observing them with a grin despite the pounding in their head.
“He’s a semi-aquatic egg-layin’ mammal of– AH!” Guy almost drops the plate the moment he notices someone by the hallway. “Honey!”
They wince at the sudden greeting and Guy sheepishly smiles at them as an apology. “You wanna eat? I cooked some eggs.”
“That would be nice, thanks. Sorry for interrupting your…Disney Channel concert.”
Guy dramatically gasps, setting down another plate in front of where Honey sat at the table. “That was not just some Disney Channel concert! It’s my Phineas and Ferb playlist! That was a serenade to Aphrodite, an angel’s choir! That show’s soundtrack contained the very secret chord that David played! Receiving the highest praise from the greatest minds of our time, including, but not limited to, yours truly! I can’t believe you would slander the artistry of–mmph!”
He smiles in the kiss and he tastes the fresh mint in their mouth. They brushed their teeth again before coming here. Had they planned to kiss him all along? They pull away, dragging a needy whine from his lips. Fuck, the day hasn’t started yet and they’ve already got his heart pumping. A good morning indeed.
“Okay, okay, I get it, you menace!” Honey lets out a giggle that has Guy taking back everything he said. His taste in music is definitely their laugh. “It’s too fucking early for you to be monologuing like this.”
They smile again and he knows it’s a joke, especially after everything that they’ve confessed to under the influence a few hours ago. He smirks mischievously, “Oh? That’s not what you said last night~”
Honey raises a brow, their fork with a piece of the beaten egg stopping midway towards their mouth. “What, did I do something stupid?”
The man excitedly scoots his chair near them, “Hm, what was that about my voice sounding so nice in your ear?” Honey squints their eyes in confusion before they widen, the foggy memories from last night coming back to them. Heat rapidly rises to their horrified face, much to their smug boyfriend’s delight.
“Shut the fuck up!”
“Or–how did you put it–me being stupid handsome?”
“Guy, please–”
“Oh! Or what about making your heart feel stupid warm?”
At this point, Honey hid their face in Guy’s neck, playfully slapping the arms wrapped around their waist.
“You’re an asshole.” Their words held no heat and were less mean considering they came out muffled from their significant other’s shoulder. The latter simply laughed.
“To be fair,” Guy whispered in their ear, “You make my stupid heart feel stupid warm too.”
Honey sits back up, more flustered than ever and Guy relishes the view. His lover muttered a quick “Fucking dumbass.” before kissing him again, considerably more tender than the last.
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“Gitchee, gitchee goo means that I love y– OW! Ow, ow, ow! Okay, pausing the playlist, going back to the romantic mood!”
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i rlly like this fic!! idk the idea of a flustered tsundere honey was just so delicious AND GUY GETTING EQUALLY FLUSTERED BC EUEUEUFHSDKFHJ HIS BABYHONEYDARLING IS BEING SO MUSHYYY LMAO
again tho, feel free to leave me feedback!! whether it's a grammatical error or how true/consistent i am to the characters, it will always be appreciated!! have a nice day/noon/night!! >:))
#redacted audio#redacted guy#redactedverse#redacted asmr#redacted honey#redacted audio fanfic#ITS FINALLY DONE OH GOD#IM FREE IM GONNA CRY#sten writes!
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Geto had sensed Gojo’s presence ever since the alpha entered the infirmary. Because his heat symptoms mainly consist of nausea and muscle cramps, Geto can do nothing more than lie on his side facing away from the door, dying on the inside while the best friend he’s trying to hide from barges into the room like he owns it.
The omega lets out a shaky sigh.
“What, did you come here to gloat about how you were right this entire time? That’s pretty shitty, even for you, Satoru,” Geto mutters. He doesn’t receive a response.
The thing is, Gojo isn’t thinking that at all. While he’s admittedly quite dumbfounded at the turn of events, Gojo just knows that Suguru is the only other person who can keep up with him.
And Suguru is an omega, who is currently very much in heat, in PAIN.
Frozen in the doorway, Gojo doesn’t have time to rethink everything he’s ever been taught. Belatedly, he realizes what his instincts have been yelling at him this whole time.
Suguru’s in heat!
Help him!
Comfort him!
As the silence drags on, Geto becomes more resigned to the fact that Gojo is witnessing him like this. Pathetic. Weak. Vulnerable.
Whatever, Geto feels like vomiting and hiding away forever anyway. Fucking heats, man.
But Gojo doesn’t leave. Frankly, the alpha still doesn’t say anything, and Geto is just about to tell him to leave when footsteps sound across the tiled floor. Geto tenses up as the alpha rounds the bed.
Then, a mop of soft, white hair comes into Geto’s view. Gojo kneels down, face at level with Geto’s. Gojo’s expression looks…concerned. No smugness in sight.
Not something Geto was expecting at all.
“Satoru?”
Gojo uses one hand to brush aside Geto’s bangs that had fallen into his eyes.
Amidst the stomach cramps and pounding headache, Geto’s heart swells.
“Tell me how I can help,” Gojo pleads. Geto’s glazed eyes widen in disbelief. He almost doesn’t register the question enough to answer.
Luckily, Gojo repeats, “I’m serious. Suguru, please, let me help you. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”
Without wasting another moment, Geto grabs at the hand that had brushed away his bangs.
“Take off your shirt,” he rasps out, then as a second thought, “And your pants.”
One minute later, Gojo stands like 🧍🏻in his pink heart-patterned briefs while Geto happily puts the newly-acquired shirt and pants in his nest. Unbeknownst to Geto, he lets out content rumbles during the process.
Gojo finds it very cute. However, he’s also very aware of how rudely he intruded into Geto’s heat room; the alpha begins to fidget, unsure if he’s allowed to stay any longer.
“Well, if that’s all, I’ll get going-“
“Shut up and get in my nest,” Geto growls. Gojo immediately moves to comply.
As soon as Gojo climbs in, Geto plops himself half on-top of the alpha, and then drags the sheets on top of them both.
“This is your penance for talking shit about omegas,” Geto states, pillowing himself on Gojo’s pecs. His heat-muddled brain tells him to bite the skin.
“I didn’t- OUCH, that hurt," Gojo cries out, but he still wraps his arms around the omega's waist. "Suguru, I never meant any of that about you. I would never say you’re a burden."
Geto continues nibbling on Gojo's chest.
“Doesn’t matter, I don’t want you taking back what you said only because I fit into that category,” Geto snarls. He noses his way to Gojo’s neck and doesn’t hesitate to lick over Gojo’s scent gland.
Which was kind of a mistake because now Gojo’s cotton-candy scent mixes deliciously with Geto’s chocolate and lavender scent.
(Oh, they’re both only in their underwear, Gojo thinks. How…nice.
(Gojo @ his dick: “Don’t u fucking dare”)
Geto feels himself slick a little. Luckily, beneath him, Gojo is too preoccupied with the way Geto’s tongue feels on his neck.
“F-fuck- oh my god,” Gojo whines, breathing heavily. Astonishingly, his alpha isn’t roaring at him to flip Geto over and switch places. In fact, it feels more like being pampered than being challenged.
Alas, Gojo is still very sensitive. No one has ever so much as touched his scent gland and Geto is just going to town on it, kissing and sucking on the delicate skin. He tries pushing the omega back but Geto growls at him in warning before going back to his task.
“Suguru, slow down,” Gojo coaxes, lightly pulling at Geto’s hair. Geto raises his head slightly, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
But before he can protest, a pair of lips gently presses to the spot between his cheek and eye.
What?
Gojo’s cheeks turn pink, crystal-blue eyes shifting to the side.
“Sorry, that was supposed to be to your forehead,” he admits.
Geto blinks once, then twice, pupils dilating by the second.
“Try again.”
Gojo nods. He leans up and lands a peck on Geto’s eyebrow.
Geto laughs freely at that. Gojo feels like a goddamn saint for causing that.
The alpha begins littering Geto’s face with kisses: on his nose, his cheeks, his chin, finally his forehead, and then once at the corner of his lips.
Geto purrs deeply, the deep vibrations steady between them.
Gojo now cups both of Geto’s cheeks. The omega’s expression is relaxed, world’s different compared to when Gojo had first entered the room.
Looking at him like this, Gojo yearns to be somehow even closer to Geto.
“I want to kiss you,” Gojo confesses, caressing his thumb against Geto’s cheekbone. “Will you let me?”
If possible, Geto’s purring even louder. He completely melts into Gojo’s large hands, then wavers a bit as he nods his assent.
But before Gojo can bring their lips together, a knock sounds on the doorframe, startling both of them.
“Geto, I brought the juice pouches you wanted,” Shoko interrupts, placing a carton on the table. She slams a sack down as well. “And stole more clothes from Gojo’s room, because you two will definitely need it.”
She side-eyes her friends, who are frozen in their compromising position. Geto doesn’t move more so because he’s really comfy. He opts for hiding his face in Gojo’s neck.
Gojo, on the other hand, can’t manage anything other than a viscous snarl in Shoko’s direction.
“Woah, calm down, lover boy. He’s all yours,” Shoko says, holding her hands up in surrender.
“You went through my closet?” Gojo bites out.
“Yep, Geto asked me to,” Shoko answers. “Later.”
With a salute, she walks out and closes the door.
“You really told her to?” Gojo can’t help but ask, urging Geto to come out from his hiding spot.
Geto nuzzles against Gojo’s scent gland.
“Just in case you reacted badly,” he said. “Cause you know, I lied to you and everything. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you left.”
Gojo flinches so hard, he jostles Geto into lifting his head.
“You thought I would leave you? In this state?” Gojo asks, a bit hurt. Geto shrugs, eyelids lowering.
“I don’t know. I can’t think straight when in heat, Satoru. It’s easy for my thoughts to spiral,” he says.
Gojo scoffs, but he understands. Ruts can get like that too.
“Well, I’m telling you right now, I’m staying here for as long as you’ll have me,” Gojo declares, cupping Geto’s cheeks again. “You’ll never have to deal with another heat alone again, not if I can help it.”
Gojo pauses, uncertainty flashing across his features.
"If- if that's what you want."
Geto stares down at Gojo with a twinkle in his eyes.
Gojo thinks he’s never looked so beautiful.
Without repyling, Geto surges forward and kisses Gojo’s soft lips, pressing down for a long moment before parting.
But Gojo doesn’t let him go far. The alpha guides Geto down into a second kiss, then a third, and a fourth-
Geto hums in approval, feeling like the luckiest omega in the world with such a strong and caring alpha underneath him, providing kiss after kiss.
Gojo’s eyes have slipped shut, allowing Geto to control the kiss. A swipe of the omega’s tongue and Gojo is opening his mouth, moaning when Geto boldly licks in.
Their combined pheromones swirl in the air, clogging the room with their scents. They keep kissing, bruising their lips and working their jaws until they’re sore.
A new energy spreads from their lips all the way to the tips of their toes, and they begin to paw at each other under the covers.
In the next hour, Geto’s heat officially escalates for the first time.
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ᥫ᭡ Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
.ೃ࿔*:･ 「𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.」 gn reader, sweetheart boyfriend Childe, modern AU, gooey lovey-dovey feelings, established relationship
Inspired by, of all things, a hypothetical situation presented by my Philosophy professor. So thanks, sir Louise.
You step out of the airport terminal, gaze fixed on your phone. Around you, people bustle past you and your luggage like a river around a stone. Some grumble and give you stink eyes for being too slow, but you pay them no mind, one string away from snapping.
“Damn it,” you grumble, fiddling with your phone and the taxi-booking app you’ve got open. There’s urgency and annoyance behind the force in which you jam your fingers against the screen, scowling down at the ‘Fully Booked! Please wait a moment’ that’s been flashing across your screen in garish red letters for the past five minutes.
It’s too fucking early for this— the sun is barely over the horizon, and you can practically hear the entire community waking up with a groggy yawn. You’re tired from the flight, hungry, jet lagged and frankly you just want to meet your boyfriend at home and take a long, long nap and waste the morning away. But apparently the rest of these sleep-deprived travelers also have a similar goal— and they’ve even beaten you to the commute, too.
You don’t give up for another few minutes, frantically refreshing the app in hopes that your luck will turn around, but no dice. With a defeated sigh, you jam the phone back into your pocket, a hand reaching to your temple to soothe the incoming headache. All it takes is a few seconds for you to resign yourself to your fate of having to take the overcrowded bus back home. Hopefully the archons smile down on you and you get to sit beside someone decent. Not someone overly interested in getting your number. Or a person who spends the entire ride back on their phone, obnoxiously yelling into their device. You shudder. With the way your morning is going, it’d be just your luck that that’s exactly who you end up beside.
Not for the first time, you let yourself think about calling Childe to pick you up, but you quickly chase the thought away.
It’s tempting. So, so tempting.
He’s probably in bed right now, warm under the covers. He’d probably recognize your specific ringtone, would pick up in a heartbeat even if he’s half asleep. And you already know that he’d half-heartedly whine about it being so early in the morning, even if you both know that he’s already pulling on some going-out clothes and looking for his car keys.
Childe would drop everything and anything if you ask, which is exactly why you don’t want him picking you up. Because, if your past calls are anything to go by, he’s been having a rather rough week himself, and you’d rather brave a packed bus and motion sickness than willingly pull him away from some well deserved rest.
Thoughts of your boyfriend, happily enjoying his day off steel your resolve, and with a resolute nod to your head, you begin to turn to the airport bus stop.
Then a whistle cuts through the air and —like some fucking drama— it’s as if the crowd parts and Childe, all bed-headed and grinning, is leisurely jogging up to you.
All you can do at first is stare at him in surprise because what the fuck you must be more tired than you thought, you’re actually full-on hallucinating now.
But Childe easily comes over, one hand immediately going for the handle of your luggage, the other wrapping around your middle. He pulls you into a one-armed hug, pressing a soft, fond kiss to your forehead and wow there is no way this is a hallucination.
“Hey sweetheart.” Childe grins at you when you pull away to look at him, almost looking amused at how bewildered you are.
And you, ever so jet lagged and exhausted, can only managed to say: “You… you’re here. Uh. Hi.”
“Hey.” You can practically hear the grin in his voice. For good measure, he plants a kiss on your nose. “What, you really thought I wouldn’t be able to come pick you up? Didn’t know you think so little of me, babe.”
You splutter, not even able to form proper words aside from the occasional ‘Wh—‘ that you manage to get out.
“Your google account is still logged in on my phone,” Childe says to your unverbalized question. He shrugs apologetically as begins gently leading you in the direction he came, a hand guiding you at the small of your back. “Didn’t mean to snoop, I swear, but when the email with your flight details came in I saw the time and had a feeling you were planning to hoof it without telling anyone. Which, by the way—“
He pinches your side. Not enough to hurt, but you yelp at the surprise of it.
“—not super smart when you have a very willing boyfriend with a car ready to pick you up at the drop of a hat.”
You sigh, jabbing him back with an elbow, but all he does is grin wider. “You said you were tired! I didn’t wanna drag you out of bed or anything.”
“Well then consider me very willingly leaving the bed of my own volition, then.”
You roll your eyes, about to voice another argument that is more just for petty, affectionate bickering than actual argument, when Childe pauses and pulls you close, silencing you with a kiss to the crown of your head. You can feel the fond grin he wears.
“Missed you, sweetheart. Let’s get you home, then we can both go back to bed, okay?”
#swan feathers ♡.ೃ࿔*:·#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#genshin impact childe x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact fluff#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact#childe
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I know you might be busy (srry in advance) BUT could you write a short drabble about Max going completely feral over those photos of Charles at that football match, having to wait for him to come back just for Max to ride the fuck out of him? PLZ im begging
Lovee the way you write bottom max!
Hi anon, thank you for the message ♥️. I am really happy you enjoy bottom Max stories, they are always fun to write 😃 Thanks so much for messaging me, I always love to hear from people.
I am not sure exactly which photos you mean sorry, I don't know if I have missed some photos recently! I still wanted to write you something though so I have based this around various photos I have seen of Charles in his football kit playing in charity football matches (I'm not sure if that is what you meant though). It all went a bit random and was a little rushed so sorry about that 😂 hopefully you still enjoy.
Max whines to himself as he scrolls through instagram and sees photo after photo of Charles at the charity football match. It’s been a week since he last saw his boyfriend in person and if his jet hadn’t taken off twenty minutes late he would have made it home before the Monegasque had disappeared off to the game. Maybe then he wouldn’t be feeling quite so feral.
They’ve gone a week without sex before of course. Or at least Max thinks they have, although he’s not quite sure when. It’s never felt quite as frustrating as the last week though. Perhaps it is Charles’ promise of fucking all night when they finally get back together that has Max’s skin burning up or perhaps it’s the phone sex from the night before that has him longing for the real thing. Whatever the reason, Max feels whiny and very, very, needy.
The Dutchman goes back to scrolling on his phone as he lazily starts to palm over his cock. As he scrolls through the comments he takes a certain amount of satisfaction from the thirsty responses about his boyfriend - they can all look but only Max gets to touch.
As he checks out another photo he feels his dick twitch under his hand and says a silent prayer that Charles gets to bring his football kit home with him because he looks insane in it. Max had never truly realised before just how revealing a pair of baggy shorts could be. The photograph currently taking up all his attention is rather obscene, the outline of Charles’ cock is quite clearly visible, every last inch. It looks fucking huge, which makes sense because it is fucking huge. Long and thick and enough to make Max moan happily each time it pushes up inside him.
As he keeps scrolling further he sees another snapshot of Charles swapping shirts with another player. It makes the Dutchman’s mouth fill with saliva, like some hungry animal who has just caught sight of their prey. Except Max would much rather be the prey and let Charles eat him all up.
“Oh fuck” Max feels like he is flip flopping through all the range of emotions as he suddenly gets all broody at the sight of Charles posing with babies. If he wasn’t sex starved then maybe that would be where the thought trail ended but he is suddenly overcome with a very overwhelming desire to have Charles try and breed him. Which, well its not going to happen but it wouldn’t stop Max letting Charles fuck him over and over under the pretence of trying to knock him up.
The Dutchman’s muscles clench around the plug he has been wandering around the apartment wearing for the past two hours. He’s not against foreplay, he loves having Charles spend hours fingering him open or licking into him but he doesn’t intend on wasting a single second tonight. As soon as Charles gets through the door he is going have the Monegasque’s cock up inside him.
“Max? You home?”
Max throws his phone to the side the second he hears Charles’ voice. He doesn’t need to look at photos when the real thing is walking in the door
“Charles” Max squeals excitedly as he sees Charles drenched in sweat and still very much in his football kit. The Dutchman races over and smashes their lips together forcefully.
“Babe you need to let me have a shower first”
“No” Max pouts, “I am all open, please just… I want you….”
Charles chuckles but puts up zero fight as Max drags him through to the bedroom and starts ripping them both out of their clothes.
“You look so hot on the pitch” Max moans as he rips Charles’ shorts and boxers down, “I am the slutty head cheerleader….. you are the slutty football captain” Max mumbles as he finally gets them both stripped down.
“You going to cheer my name then?” Charles smirks
“Of course” Max is grinning but glances back down at the clothes he has discarded to the floor and gets another idea, “I am going to put the socks on”
Charles laughs because Max seems a little manic but it is absolutely not the worst idea the Dutchman has ever had. As it turns out, Max naked apart from a pair of knee high socks is quite the sight, especially when the Dutchman hops on top of Charles and immediately starts riding his cock.
True to his word Max also makes sure to moan Charles’ name with extra enthusiasm as he rolls his hips back and forth at record speed.
“Grab my chest” Max takes hold of Charles’ hands and guides them over the fleshy part of his chest, “Squeeze… yeah that’s it….fuck Charles…. Fuck me”
Charles bucks his hips up to try and meet Max’s movements but the Dutchman seems to be totally in control of the rhythm, bouncing up and down enthusiastically as he moans and pants and mumbles almost incoherently about how slutty he is and how much he needs it.
The Monegasque drops one of his hands from Max’s chest to wrap around the Dutchman’s cock but Max bats him away, “Can come like this. Come from being fucked. Just ….” Max’s jaw is slack and his face is flushed and he’s almost as sweaty as Charles as he comes all of the Monegasque.
“Come inside me Charles, Come inside me” Max is still moving up and down Charles’ dick as he whines at the oversensitivity of it all. Luckily it’s only seconds later that Charles does as he is told and comes inside his boyfriend.
Max collapses down on to the bed and then immediately curls himself back around Charles, his arm landing in his own cum that is plastered all over Charles’ body.
“Hopefully I don’t get pregnant or they won’t let me stay on the cheer team” Max mumbles as he laughs wildly to himself, “Missed you”
“Missed you too” Charles hums quietly.
“Did you play well?” Max opens his eyes and looks up at Charles
“About as well as could be expected” Charles answers cryptically. He really doesn't want to spoil the mood by pointing out that of all the elements of Max’s fantasy the idea of himself being made captain is probably the least likely given he spent most of the match crumpled up in a heap on the floor before being substituted.
Max doesn’t need to know that right now though. Not when he is still dressed in nothing but a pair of knee high socks and looks to be gearing up for round two already.
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Betrayal
Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary: It must have all been too good to be true, it must have been a joke to him, because you don’t hurt someone the way he did. You don’t betray the woman you love this way, and yet in some sick and twisted way, he did, and that was the end of your happily ever after
Warnings: Angst, Infidelity, Swearing, No happy ending
A/N: I love angst but hate no happy endings, which is funny cause here’s a fic with no happy ending LMFAO I hope you guys enjoy this and the next few fics I get out tonight, so here we go, a lil short but I tend not to write long fics…yet….
Word Count: 775
It was quite comical in this moment, the thought that giving your all in a relationship for 4 years would be enough, that putting all your love into this one person would keep infidelity and lies away. You shared a home, laughter, memories that all of a sudden crumbled into pieces like the lamp you’d thrown across the room moments ago, as nothing but rage blinded you. You stared at Chris as he looked back at you, his eyes red and tired, and in other circumstances you would have probably given a shit, but right now, you hated his guts
“I don’t know why you’ve taken me to be a fucking idiot, but to say I’m surprised right now, is the understatement of the century.”
He nodded taking one step closer
“You’re not an idiot ba-“
“Do not fucking call me that, you lost that right when you slept with another woman.”
You scoffed shaking your head incredulously at the seemingly pure disregard to the severity of the situation on Chris’s part. The man you’d moved across the country for not the man you thought he was at all
“Did you even stop and think of me at all? Of the girlfriend you had a home? The woman who moved across the god damn fucking country for you Christopher?!”
Your voice resonated off the living room walls, blood boiling, eyes seeing red, you were fed up with him and this bullshit of a relationship you had formed and when he didn’t answer you, the anger seemed to die down just enough for you to feel the hurt and sadness climbing up your throat
“I left my family, my job, my friends, I left everything behind because I loved you and wanted to be with you and you can’t even look me in the eyes and tell me if you even thought about me before fucking her.”
He looked down, running his hands along his face while letting out a sigh
“I don’t know what I was thinking okay. I fucked up, I messed up and I know I can’t take it back, but I cannot lose you, I can fix this, I can work on things, I can do whatever you want.”
You laughed tears lining your eyes
“I want you to go to hell, and never contact me again. I’m leaving now, and lucky for you, I’m already packed. So, I hope she was worth it to you, I don’t have time to be with a man who’s still in his frat boy days and can’t settle down. You can have a midlife crisis alone, you can say you want something serious with someone else because we both know you don’t, instead of being a man and letting me know, you decided to destroy me to have what you really want in life Chris, and that’s a simple no strings attached hook up.”
You turned grabbing your purse and keys, taking off his house key and the extra key to Lisa’s, placing them down on the table in the hallway, sniffling quietly as you attempted to hold the waterworks back
“Don’t contact me, don’t follow me, we are done, I will never give you another chance, I hate you with everything in me Chris, I can’t believe I wasted 4 years of my life for this bullshit. I hope you’re happy.”
Without letting him say another word you opened the front door and walked out, slamming it behind you and making a beeline to your car. Throwing everything in the passenger seat when you got in, you didn’t allow yourself to cry until you pulled out of the driveway. The house you used to love, the house you dreamed of having little kids running around fading into the distance as you hightailed it to the freeway. Four years of nothing but love and support only to end in a pain you couldn’t even describe, the pain of friends being right in saying he’d break your heart. What celebrity would ever stay with you long term, especially one with a track record of sleezy hookups despite wanting something ‘real’ and ‘meaningful’ what a fucking joke. Unfortunately for him, you’d never let him walk all over you, you’d never forgive him, he was dead to you, all you needed to do now was get the hell out of Boston and start over. You knew it would hurt for a while, and even through the tears spilling down your face, you knew brighter days would come for you, even if it did rain for a little while, you would get through this, one step at a time.
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hi !! I was hoping you could write a nsfw yandere shisui x reader where he gets extremely jealous of her talking with some other guy while shopping and he takes it out on her when they get home 🫣🫣
This was actually so fun! It's been a long time since I last worked with Shisui, and I kinda missed him. Even more exciting cause we have nsfw and Yandere, which I really love as well!
TW: rough (but consensual) sex, yandere behavior.
Pairing: Uchiha Shisui / reader
NSFW
"You got yourself in this situation, (Y/N). There's no way around it, there's no way for you to escape it, you're just going to take it like the good little girl you are and not say a word about it, mkay?"
His previous words before he utterly destroyed her.
It had been a wonderful afternoon at the market. Usually, Shisui would not allow her to go out, not wanting to risk the possibility of people seeing her beauty and trying to woo her. Today, he felt particularly indulgent, and when (Y/N) begged and pleaded under the pretext of the day being beautiful and having to make the most of it, he could not say no.
Crowning her plea with a good blowjob had certainly helped.
They walked through the sunny streets and enjoyed a nice snack, even laughing together for a while before everything went wrong. The problem arose when they were on their way back, leisurely wandering on the gorgeous summer night.
(Y/N) was pondering aloud about what she could make him for dinner, and Shisui was simply glad he had molded her to his perfect taste and preference. The situation presented itself when one of his ANBU colleagues popped out of surprise, initiating a conversation he didn't seem interested in having.
It was (Y/N) who stepped out of place, chatting happily with the fellow shinobi as if Shisui wasn't there. She may not have started the chat, but she didn't seem in a hurry to finish it either.
"Oi, Shisui, this girl is really nice, you should bring her to our unofficial meetings! (Y/N), urge him to do so, the whole team should meet you. You're lovely!"
She knew, with every word spoken, she was digging her own grave, but she couldn't be impolite to one of his comrades. She inwardly prayed Shisui would understand it was not her fault, and he would forgive her the impudence of such a simple exchange.
Of course, such would never be the case.
After all, being at his side, any interaction with another man was a problem. He wouldn't cause a public scene, wouldn't give out any hint that the exchange didn't sit well with him in the slightest, but she was fully aware that all hell would break loose over her head when they reached the privacy of their home.
Eventually, it was he who managed to get his comrade off their backs, and when he made sure it was just the two of them alone again, he didn't waste a second. He grabbed her tightly around the waist, squeezing so fiercely as to leave marks, and used his body flicker to immediately return home.
He didn't bother with such formalities as entering through the main door, taking the bedroom as his destination, and throwing (Y/N) on the bed before she could understand what was happening. Dizzy from the sudden movement, and disoriented by the abrupt change of scenery, she was stripped of certain articles of clothing, mainly her pants, and underwear.
"I guess you still don't understand how things work, (Y/N). Why would you think you're allowed to freely talk to people? Worse yet, another man?" As he stated his threat in words, he wasted no time, preparing himself for what he was about to do.
"You really think you can disrespect me like that? Flirting with another person under my very nose? My teammate, for fucks sake!" She had landed with her back on the bed, and soon, found herself naked from the waist down. He grabbed her by the shoulder to flip her over, bringing her ass up to the edge of the bed, where he was standing.
"No one can have you (Y/N), no one but me. You are mine, always were, and always will be. I am the only person in your life, the only man in your bed, the only cock between your legs. Completely and crudely mine."
With the statement, he spat some saliva on his hand and rubbed it over his dick, lubricating it enough to enter her relatively easily. She cried out, still dizzy from his technique and angry at the situation.
It was painful at first, with little moisture helping the cause and a lot of anger involved. Shisui hovered over her neck, biting down hard on the sensitive area as if seeking to pierce it with his teeth.
Rage added spice to their encounter, Shisui taking her from behind like an animal, not even bothering to prep her beforehand. Each thrust was a declaration of power, and moans soon erupted from (Y/N)'s mouth. Whether she disliked his methods or not, a part of her loved to be taken roughly, with no qualms about her position.
When her pussy was red-hot from such brutal treatment, Shisui dropped to his knees and put his tongue to work. He ate every inch of her surface, pausing slowly and painfully on the parts which made her whimper in pain. The whole area was compromised by his lack of gentleness, and any interaction with his saliva produced a burning sensation.
Of course, pleasure always won out.
(Y/N) was driven again and again to her peak, intercalating between Shisui's cock and tongue at a pace her sanity could not keep up with. Having been spent about three times without stopping, he rolled her over again, for her to lie on her back. The ninja climbed over her body to sit on her chest, fucking her mouth at a ferocious rate.
"That's right (Y/N), all mine. Your mouth, your pussy, your whole body is fucking mine. I'm the only one who can do whatever the hell he wants with you."
His pace alternated between overwhelming and passive, nonchalantly humping her mouth with violence, then slowing down and letting her breathe. At each halt, he whispered profanities in her ear, knowing they would make her shudder.
At a certain point, he stopped completely, staring into her eyes and enjoying her destroyed image.
"Say it, or I'm not going to stop. You have one chance before I make you choke on my cock."
"Wha-a-at do yo-ou want to he-ear...?"
“C’mon now, you know exactly what I want.”
“N-n-o I do-on’t…”
"Very well then."
He quickened his thrusts to the point where his shaft found itself deep in her throat, causing saliva to ooze from her mouth and slide down her cheeks, along with her tears. Gagging was uncontrollable, and her eyes were unfocused. Her back tried to arch off the bed, seeking to generate space between Shisui and her tongue, but it was not possible with his weight on her chest.
After what felt like an eternity, and on the verge of passing out, he disconnected from her mouth, slapping his dick over her lips, dragging it across her face.
"Look at you (Y/N), all trashed and messy for me. You know what I need, just say it, admit how you enjoy my cock, how you love it when I destroy your little pussy. Say it out loud, and this will be over soon."
"Shi-i-i-isui please!"
"I see we're still fighting, if that's the way you want it, that's the way you have it."
He proceeded to sink his hips against her face, making her swallow the fullness of his cock, letting his balls rest against her lower lip. He held out in that position for a good minute, proud that his little whore had learned not to bite him, after much impact training.
As a reward, and when he noticed her face turning red from lack of air, he agreed to pull away just enough to allow her to utter the words he wanted to hear from her.
"I-I'm yours, Shisui! I-I lo-ove the way yo-ou fuck m-ee and I ne-eed your c-c-cock inside me!".
"Such a good girl... here goes your reward."
He resumed his previous actions with an overwhelming but sustainable pace, allowing (Y/N) to breathe between thrusts, letting her enjoy the feel of his shaft in her mouth. It didn't take much longer for Shisui to reach his peak, coming down ferociously and filling her throat with thick cum.
(Y/N) swallowed it whole, not losing a drop along the way, knowing that would be cause for consequences.
After catching his breath, and fetching a wet cloth in order to clean her messy face, he laid down next to her, taking her by the waist and pressing her against his chest.
"Almost perfect, (Y/N). We just need to work on your attitude a little more. You'll see, you'll be a perfect obedient wife in no time."
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Give each NFCV and Nocturne character ratings, as in scores :P
Why must you hurt me in this way.
Trevor: 7/10. A cliché personality, but enjoyable enough, and with a nice mini arc in S1. Too bad he was turned from protagonist to silly comic relief by S2.
Sypha: 5/10. She's supposed to be the plucky innocent girl, but she's just too rude and insensitive, and not even by design.
Alucard: 1/10. A cunt with a bad boob job.
Dracula: 9/10 in S1, 5/10 in S2. He started out so well in the first episode, being actually the grief-stricken monster he was supposed to be... and then he became a Stupid Old Depressed Man for the sake of propping up Carmilla. bruh.
Lisa: 4/10. Way less likeable than she appears. She's condescending towards the peasants she supposedly wants to help and she doesn't give a single shit about her only son, even preferring to let him grieve the death of his parents.
Hector: 8/10 in S2, 5/10 in S3, 2/10 in S4. Started out as a promising character with an unique worldview and genuinely morally grey. Became nothing more than a punching bag for Ellis, losing his personality and dignity in one fell swoop. Will always be remembered as the dude who fell for vampire pussy. The way he was written in S4, which was supposed to "fix" him, makes me want to destroy a house by punching it.
Isaac: 2/10. He gains some points by being the only character with a coherent character arc, even if rushed like hell. But he's still a pretentious prick who got unfairly sucked off by the story and nowhere near as "deep" as his fans tout - he was just lucky to be the only character written with respect in the shitstorm that was S3.
Carmilla: 3/10. She's like Mephiles and Starline all rolled into one unlikable OC villain who only exists to paint Dracula in a bad light. She seems like a mastermind manipulator only because everyone around her lost IQ points exponentially. She became utterly irrelevant after S2 and had a grandiose death for nothing. She could have been much more, but this is what happens when a sexist pig writes a radfem villain.
Lenore: 1/10. That one point is because she had the potential to be an interesting, fleshed out antagonist with again an intriguing grey morality. But she had the misfortune of being written by a hack who can't give his characters a consistent personality and a sex pest with a clear dommy mommy fetish, so she became rape apologism bait and now she pisses me off at sight :D
The Lesbians: who?/10. Waste of good character designs. At least Striga was used for Berserk bait.
The Japanese not-twins: 0/10. Completely pointess torture porn fodder.
St. Germain: 8/10 in S3, 5/10 in S4. Pretty enjoyable in his first appearance, and surprisingly faithful to the game counterpart in spirit. I didn't even mind his descent into villainy, in theory. But let's just say that his motivation is... lacking. and hilarious.
Death: fuck/10. He's the ShTH of NFCV.
Richter: 6/10. Not too bad? I don't understand the hatred for him. He's perfectly inoffensive, if not bland. The only line that made me go "bruh" was him correcting the girls about the meaning of "fraternity" lol
Maria: 4/10. This is not a character. This is a parody of a communist teen on Twitter.
Annette: 1/10. As I said multiple times, she doesn't feel like a character, but as carefully engineered rage bait.
Tera: don't care/10.
Abbot: 4/10. I would care about his conflict more if he wasn't the stupidest man alive. Also his Devil Forging machine sucks ass.
Cecile: 3/10. Maybe don't teach your student that she is perfectly in the right in looking down her white French friends...?
Edouard: WHEN I'M LAID/10.
Olrox: 7/10. As for now, he's fairly interesting, mainly because of his intrigue. A bit too try hard, though.
Bara Agent Stone: bro really was shocked at the abbot having a child when he was happily sticking his dick in a male vampire/10
Sun Thundercat: 0/10. By far the worst villain I've ever seen in any kind of story.
Tiddied Isaac: 4/10. I would like her more for her unapologetic style (calling it "personality" is a stretch) if she didn't expose the sheer hypocrisy in the fandom :^)
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make me forget his name
rafe cameron x reader
warnings: 18+, mentions of alcohol, cursing, SMUT, just your average fucking IN PUBLIC, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (but maybe wrap it before y’all tap it? also she’s on the pill so no sperm babies), slight praising, mentions of bodily fluids, sorta choking, also this is in 1st person pov???
request from @jakson2003 : rafe smut where the reader is dating jj but finds out he cheated on her so she gets drunk and ends up on the side of the road then rafe finds her
Most of the time, I maintained the status of being the chill, nonchalant girl. I was usually phased by very little. However, JJ made me feel things I never even thought were possible. He was broken and in many ways, so was I.
It was probably the reason I was driving back to figure 8, absolutely pissed off and in tears. Catching JJ shacking it up with some girl in the chateau was yet another heartbreak added to the list. But hey, how can I be mad when everyone warned me that’s who he was.
Moments like this were the ones when people would silently ask themselves how much worse shit can get. And oh, did it get worst.
I found myself in the middle of the road with a broken down car. I screamed, punched the steering wheel, blamed JJ for being in this position; All of which ultimately did nothing. A groan slipped past my lips, as I sunk into the driver’s seat.
Still, I figured there was no way it could get any shittier from here. But nevertheless, the dead battery on my phone proved me wrong. A sigh of defeat came out, as I grabbed the bottle of liquor I kept in the glove compartment.
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An hour had gone by and my figure was sat on the curb of the road. Not one person had sped past, thanks to taking the backroads. I was tipsy, but it wasn’t enough to help me forget. The memory of that blonde, blue-eyed fuck getting his cock sucked by some random girl kept replaying in my head. That was all it took to have me swigging another shot of alcohol. The small sting in my throat not even bothering me anymore.
The bottle touched my lips, but left the minute I heard a car approaching. To my luck, that car happened to be Rafe’s. I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling a sharp breath and mentally preparing myself to talk to him. The sound of his door slamming shut filled my ears. His footsteps got closer, until it stopped. My head stayed down, even after my eyes caught sight of his shoes.
“I”m really not in the mood right now, Cameron.” I said lowly. My voice raspy from all the crying and screaming earlier.
“Even I’m not that much of an asshole to ruin your day any more than it already is.” He said, after locking eyes with my bloodshot, puffy ones.
I nodded, before looking down. I felt his presence next to mine, as he sat on the curb.
He didn’t say anything, rather just keeping me company. We sat in comfortable silence, both staring off into the distance.
It was cut short, when he grabbed the bottle pressed against my mouth. “Hey, what the fuck?”
I attempted to reach over him to get it, but his arm held me back, which I happily shoved to the side.
“Cutting you off.” He simply stated.
I scoffed. “So much for not ruining anything.”
I quickly picked myself up, beginning to walk the opposite direction, when I heard him call out my name.
“You really going to walk all the way home or are you going to come here and tell me why you’re sitting in the middle of the fucking road?” He questioned.
I stopped in my tracks, taking a breath.
“He cheated on me.” I seethed. My back faced him, not wanting to see his reaction; Or better yet, not wanting him to see the pained expression on my face.
“Yeah, no surprise he’s an ass. So, what are you going to do about it?” He responded back.
I turned around, inching towards him. He was now standing near my car. I wasted no time grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. I felt him kiss me back. It lasted all of a few seconds, before he pulled away.
“You’re drunk, Y/N.” He stated, staring into my eyes.
“Sober enough to remember his name.” I uttered back.
My lips were mere inches from his, as I whispered, “You asked me what I was going to do about it- help me forget.”
I couldn’t read the expression on his face before it briskly turned into a smirk.
“How do you suppose I do that?” He chaffed.
“Fuck me so good that I’ll barely even know my own name, let alone his.” I enticed.
That was all it took to have him pinning me against the hood of my jaguar.
Rafe peered into my warm hazel eyes for any sign of uncertainty, only to find none. He gripped my neck, yanking my lips back onto his.
The kiss was rough and sensual. I then felt him press a soft kiss against my collarbone. It was enough to foster a small pool of wetness between my thighs.
My fingers wrapped around his dirty blonde locks, as my head tilted back, allowing him access to pepper a trail of tiny kisses down my neck. A quiet moan slipped past my lips as he sucked on my sweet spot.
His lips opted to place small hickeys on the tops of my breast. His hand grazing my bare chest when his fingers made its way under my shirt. My right nipple hardening from the slight pinch of his fingers.
His other hand lingered down the front of my body, lightly trailing over the top of my shorts.
“Rafe.” I breathed, my voice laced with desire.
“Talk to me, pretty girl.” He hummed.
“Touch me, please.” I glanced up at him, doe-eyed.
He wasted no time unbuttoning my shorts, his hand slipping into my laced panties. He held my gaze, his eyes brimming with lust when he felt my arousal.
He rubbed my bud softly, tracing his fingers between my folds. His thumb pressed against my clit, drawing figure eights.
I let out a sigh of relief when he pushed two fingers into me. He slowly pulled them out, before inching them back in. He finger-fucked me at a torturously slow pace, taking his sweet time to tease me.
Only after little whines left my lips, did he dare to speed up. His digits started pumping into me, my wetness coating his thick fingers.
A soft moan erupted as he curled his digits, hitting my g-spot.
His fingers started pumping into me at an ungodly pace, my hand reaching to grip his wrist, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. To no avail, he failed to slow down, edging me on further.
Before I could cum, he pulled his fingers out. He stopped the whine ready to come out of my mouth by pushing his fingers past my lips. I sucked on it, tasting myself and humming lightly. He groaned at the sight, reaching down to adjust the bulge in his pants.
My eyes followed, noticing the outline of his length. I quickly replaced his hands, opting to lightly stroke him through his pants.
“Let me help you forget, pretty girl.” He spoke, softly.
One of his hands came up to my chin, forcing me to make eye contact. Both our eyes brimming with lust.
My soft browns maintained a pleading look, silently begging him to fuck me. A smirk slowly made its way onto his face, acknowledging the affect he had on me.
I swiftly unopened his slacks, pulling his boxers down along with them.
His hard cock sprung free, slapping against his abs. I refrained from licking my lips at his size.
My fingers reached to touch him, sliding across his tip. I wiped off the pre-cum, bringing it up to my lips and licking my index clean. I stared at him as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped him a few times.
He grabbed my wrist, stopping my movement. He opened the passenger door, his gaze flickering to the seat, telling me to hop into the front seat. His hands hooked unto my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the seat.
His tip rubbed against my slick folds a couple times, leaving me wanting more. I pushed my hips forward, right before he pushed into me.
He gave me a few seconds to adjust before he retracted his dick and slammed back into me, causing a loud pornographic moan slipped out of my mouth.
His strokes were short and hard, as he grabbed my hips, pushing himself further into me. I groaned as he lifted my left leg, resting it against his shoulder.
His cock sunk deeper into me with the new angle. My back arched, my top half falling onto the middle console, while his movements got faster.
I screamed his name, as he pounded into my pussy.
My mouth hung open and my hand reached to grip the headrest of the seat. His fingertips dug into my hips, certain to leave an imprint on my skin. He mercilessly fucked into me.
One of his hands released my hips, lightly wrapping around my neck. He pulled me up by my throat, so he could see my face as his large cock teared into me.
“You fuck me so good.” I cried out.
“Yeah? How good, pretty girl?” He chaffed.
“So fucking good, Rafe.” I moaned.
He continued to rail into me, while I moved my hand down to massage my clit, moaning loudly as I touched my sensitive core.
I felt a knot form in my stomach, before I clenched around him. My body arching off the seat and my toes curling. My breathing grew heavier as I came on his dick.
His movements didn’t halter, chasing his own high. A throaty groan managed to slip past his lips, as he came inside me.
Both of us stared at one another, struggling to catch our breaths. I gave him a half-hearted smile, which he returned. My eyes widened when he lowered his head and licked a stripe up my slit. His mouth began sucking on my clit. I let out a mewl, my hands latching onto his dirty blonde hair.
He continued to tongue-fuck me, occasionally nipping at my tender bud.
I hummed, throwing my head back. My vision blurred and my mind was decisively hazed. Maybe it was the pleasure or the sight of having the kook king on his knees on bare concrete in front of me, but in that moment everything was just pure bliss. I forgot every painful memory, every excruciating feeling and every person who had ever did me wrong.
I gasped, as I released again on his tongue. He gazed up at me with a shit-eating grin, before cleaning me up.
He helped me get dressed, prior to putting on his own clothes.
“Let me give you a ride home, pretty girl.” Rafe spoke softly, offering a kind smile.
And maybe it wasn’t just for a moment.
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not my best tbh but i was supposed to post this a hot min ago
and for everyone who requested something, i’ll be writing it soon lol
for the person that requested this, i hope you like it and i’ll probably end up editing it soon
royalstydia <3
#obx imagine#Outer Banks#rafe smut#rafe cameron#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x reader#rafe obx#the kooks#The Pogues#jj maybank#rafe fic#netflix outer banks#drew starkey#drew starkey smut#rafe#rafe cameron one shot
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Can I please request a sequel to the small Drabble you wrote on Bowser meeting his future children, the Koopalings and Junior? Only this time they accidentally brought one more person on their mission, their baby sister. Who somehow snuck on the back of one of their shells, and she can’t even WALK yet. Quick no one tell Queen Mama! 🤣
((I'm super sorry this is so late😭hopefully this makes up for it......................................))
Bowser rubbed his face as he listened to those crazy koopa kids bickering outside his room. This was the second time they'd found him, once again claiming to be his kids from the future... yet there was still zero indication Peach would give it up... wait.
Didn't they tell him last time that he needed to give up on Peach? He would never! But it probably isn't a bad idea to just... y'know, keep looking, right? Not put all his eggs in one basket?
"I'm tellin' you the more we come back to this time, the more we risk actually fucking things up!" he heard Roy tell his siblings. Roy was the pushiest, the one most against these apparent missions, but Ludwig was the one in control of these little escapades.
"Ludwig is positive it'll eventually work," one of the twins replied. He wasn't sure if it was Lemmy or Iggy.
"What, just so the oaf is happier earlier in his life?" Roy muttered. "What if he doubles down on Peach? I'm tellin' you, any more than this will fuck things up!"
Bowser groaned quietly to himself; how the fuck was this happening? Randomass kids worrying about his happiness, telling him Princess Peach, the love of his life, is not actually the love of his life and to forget her instead... are they insane?! Maybe if he lies and says he'll lay off of this Peach thing, they'll go away...
A light touch to the top of his foot made him nearly jump out of his skin from the unexpectedness, but he froze the moment he looked down.
A tiny, redheaded human infant looked up at him from the floor, her little hands resting on his scaly foot.
"Papa!" she chirped happily, holding her arms up to be picked up.
Silence immediately fell on the other side of the door. He bent down, gingerly picking up the baby girl, and held her close; she wasted no time tucking against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His mind reeled as he gazed down at her, utterly stunned that this fragile, tiny thing was... was his.
There was no denying that her hair was the same color as his, even the texture as he gently ran a finger over her soft head.
"Spitfire?" Wendy called.
The little baby made an affirmative sound and instantly Bowser knew how big the kids fucked up - there was copious swearing suddenly coming from the other side of the door.
...They accidentally let their baby sister join them. Were they dumb? What were they thinking?!
Bowser scowled and finally turned around, yanking his door open; the kids all wilted a little under his intense glare as he held Spitfire close to him.
"How irresponsible can ya get," he growled quietly at them; none of them could meet his gaze, even Roy who'd been against the idea from the start. "What if y'all left and this poor sweet girl in the wrong time, huh? Somethin' tells me you're gettin' lucky with these time shenanigans. Go home, and if y'all are tellin' me the gotdamn truth, expect some punishment!"
He was careful to keep his voice low so as not to upset the baby nestled happily against him. Despite the harsh warning, Junior boldly stepped forward and pointed at the bundle in Bowser's arms.
"Okay, but just know that her mother isn't Peach," the little look-a-like stated.
Bowser's gaze snapped down to the baby. Not from Peach, huh... okay, that was actually convincing. If giving Peach up meant he'd eventually get to meet this precious daughter of his, then absolutely he'd drop her like a fucking stone! A human daughter meant someone actually gave him the time of day... and enjoyed his company...
Spitfire sneezed softly into him, and he felt the unmistakable heat of fire singing his chest scales.
"Her mother will hear about this little escapade," he warned as he forced himself to hand her over to Wendy, who was hovering anxiously nearby.
"How?" Morton snorted, "You don't even know the woman yet!"
Bowser smirked dangerously at them as they gathered in the same area to go home. "Not yet... but you can bet I'll remember this little interaction later. So yes, I'll be tellin' her mother."
The last thing he saw before they disappeared was a bunch of pale, terrified faces, plus one happy baby making grabby hands at him.
They were so fucked when they got home with Little Red.
#bowser#super mario bros#fanfic#ficlet#request#koopalings#wendy o koopa#wendy o. koopa#roy koopa#bowser jr#bowser junior#morton koopa jr#larry koopa#lemmy koopa#iggy koopa#ludwig von koopa
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been you all along, part 4
Part 3, Part 2, Part 1
Somehow, in a truly horrifying twist of fate, Bradley's mortal enemy became his daughter's favorite person.
Or,
Five times Jake was his daughter's favorite person, and the one time he was Bradley's too.
AN: Thank you to each and everyone of you who has read, reblogged and liked this fic. I appreciate you all so much.
《4》
When Ice invites them all to his house for a celebratory dinner, Bradley's oddly nervous. He changes his shirt three times, spends five whole minutes looking for shoes that are by the door and generally just being an unfocused mess.
He and Caroline are late by a good fifteen minutes, and when they get to the house, everyone's already there. He takes Carloine out of her car seat, and she immediately whines that she wants to be put down. He does, and she hits the ground running, chanting "Ice, Ice, Ice," as she skips ahead.
"Linny, please slow down, baby," he calls out as he hurries after her, trying to balance the homemade apple pie, his phone and keys, and Caroline's backbag, which she refuses to carry.
When he opens the door, he's hit with the sound of lively conversation and laughter, and immediately relaxes. He rounds a corner just in time to see Caroline barrel into Jake's legs, which has somehow become a habit.
The other man doesn't hesitate before he swings her into his arms. He presents her with a fist, which she happily, and very enthusiastically if Jake's wince is anything to go by, bumps with her own small fist.
"Hey, you're here!"
He turns around, smile already on his face, and Mav embraces him tightly, hand slapping his back a few times. Bradley pulls away first, his eyes drawn back to where Jake is standing. The man is talking to Ice while holding his daughter, who looks so damn comfortable in his arms, like it's the most natural thing in the world.
Bradley never thought he'd ever be jealous of a four year old, but here he was.
"How are you doing?"
"I'm good."
There's silence for a few seconds, then Maverick clears his throat. "You two seem pretty close nowadays."
Bradley raises his eyebrows at him, arms crossed on his chest. Mav raises his own arms in surrender. "Just an observation."
"Uh-huh. Well, you're wrong. Linny's just weirdly attached to him."
A few seconds of silence, then, "a bit of advice from someone who's been there; don't waste the time you have now by hesitating. I've been where you are, and I- by the time I realized what an idiot I'd been, it was already too late."
Bradley swallows thickly. "I don't-"
Mav shakes his head. "Don't do that," he cuts him off, "don't belittle this. Just keep one thing in mind, will you?"
"What?"
"He's not gonna wait around forever."
.
His car won't start.
Bradley can barely keep his eyes open he's so tired, and his car just would not start.
"Come on, come on," he mutters as he tries again, "shit, shit, fuck!"
Caroline is dosing off in the back, so she's thankfully not a witness to his frustration.
Everyone else has already left, so his only choice will be to tell Ice he'll be staying with him for the night. He groans, prepares himself mentally for what will most likely be a long, sleepless night and goes to open his door.
Just before he does though, there's a knock on his window that causes him to jump.
It's Jake. "Everything okay?"
"Car won't start," Bradley manages to say, shrugs like it's not a big deal.
"Want a ride?"
His instinctive answer is a quick no, but he takes a breath, and thinks about it. He doesn't have a change of clothes for Caroline. Buzz, her stuffed rabbit, is at home and if she wakes up in the night without it she'll throw a fit. There's also the tiny fact that she can't sleep anywhere unless it's her bed. He sighs, resigned, and nods. "That'd be great."
.
The ride to his house is pretty awkward, but thankfully the radio is on so there's not much pressure to speak. A song he vaguely recognizes comes on and Jake starts humming under his breath.
It's a good song, and he feels himself start to relax into his seat. His eyes are constantly drawn the other man and after a couple minutes, he stops trying to avert them. He takes him in; his messy, soft hair, his beautiful green eyes that are focused on the road, his sharp nose, and the sharper jawline. He's perfect, beautiful, and now that Bradley has allowed himself to look, he can't look away.
"See something you like, Bradshaw?"
"Maybe." Inwardly, he curses his idiocy, but he also enjoys watching Hangman fumble the bag, just a little, at the admission. The other man's eyes flicker in his direction, and in a moment of bravery, Bradley doesn't look away. Jake looks away first, probably because he's driving, but Bradley takes it as a win anyway.
"Take a left here," he says after a few seconds.
Jake nods. Before he can tell him to, he takes a right. Bradley keeps quiet, tries and probably fails to keep his shock in check when Jake takes another right, and then they're outside Bradley and Caroline's house. "You know where I live."
Jake nods, looks him in the eyes. "Came here before-" he trails off, looks away. I win again, Bradley thinks but doesn't say. "Doesn't matter," Jake continues, "do you need help getting her inside?"
He doesn't let him get away with that slip of the tongue. "When did you come here?"
Jake stiffens, swallows thickly, "before the mission," he answers curtly.
"Why?"
"Bradshaw-"
"Tell me," he demands, "why were you here, Jake?"
The use of his first name must be jarring enough that he blurts out, "I had to make sure," he says softly.
God, getting him to talk about this is like pulling teeth. But having a kid has provided Bradley with a well of patience, so he waits him out.
"I had to make sure you were ready, Bradshaw," he grits out, teeth bared like he was ready for a fight.
Bradley's lips twitch up. "Mav thought I was ready, you thought you knew better than him?"
He shakes his head with a self deprecating huff of a laugh. "I don't know what I was thinking. Just wanted to make sure you weren't gonna get yourself killed up there."
Bradley grins. "Aw, Hangman, you do care."
He rolls his eyes. "Get outta here, man."
Bradley laughs, opens his door. Jake gets out, too. He rounds the car just as Bradley's taking Caroline out of her car seat. Tentatively, he reaches out and brushes her hair out of her face. His eyes are tender, and there's an odd look on Jake's face as he looks at his daughter. "She kinda looks like you," he mutters softly, then looks up, sees Bradley looking at him and clears his throat, "poor kid."
Bradley rolls his eyes, flips him the finger, though he does fumble with his daughter's bag and almost drops it to do it.
Jake just laughs.
"Hey, Hangman?"
He stops just before he opens his door. "Yeah?"
"Thank you."
Jake lifts up a hand, waves once, then gets in the car.
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warning: yandere, kidnapping | requested by: anon
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the only stories that would have happily ever afters were the stories where at least one of the leads was filthy rich. after all, money’s the key factor to surviving, and if you have enough of it, you can do so, so many wonderful things and never have to worry about starving or working to the bone again. you just get to live life without a single care in the world.
that’s why sunghoon couldn’t understand why you handed back the expensive flower bouquet he had bought for you, a sheepish apologetic smile on your face.
what didn’t you like about him?
and why did you seem to like heeseung instead? that boy works multiple part time jobs just to get by, but somehow you still go and talk to him everyday, laughing so brightly as you always do, showering him with compliments, wasting your days away with him, with a loser like him rather than being happy with someone who’s actually worth your time. why did you always hang out with him, someone who wouldn’t be able to keep you happy for long? someone who didn’t deserve you? someone who couldn’t provide for you?
“i’m sorry, i don’t like you that way...” sunghoon hates the pity shining in your eyes as you look at him, hates how his shoulders instinctively deflate before he can stop them, hates the pain that takes hold of his heart.
he bites back his initial rage. “why...?”
“i just don’t think of you that way,” you reply simply, as if this whole ordeal’s nothing to you, like you’re taking his feelings lightly. “we’re just classmates and we don’t even talk that much.” even if that’s true, even if you’re just acquaintances right now, he feels an insatiable anger fizzing in his stomach at your matter-of-fact reasoning, his fists clenching at his sides. he likes you; no, he loves you so, so much and you’re just...not even giving him a chance? not even hearing him out after confessing, not even anything...?
you’re so arrogant, and for what? are you playing with his feelings? or is it because of heeseung? he wouldn’t let that best friend of yours get in his way, no way.
sunghoon takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. maybe you just want him to prove himself, that he wants you, that he can take care of you. you deserve the best after all, and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t show you that? maybe you think he’s like heeseung, poor and incapable?
“okay...” he says carefully, fingers tightening around the bottom of the bouquet so much that his knuckles turn white, “...then, how much money do you need for me to your boyfriend?”
as soon as the words leave his mouth, your eyes narrow into a sharp glare, fire burning in your eyes. “what the hell?! are you insinuating i’m someone to be bought with your stupid money? park sunghoon, i’m telling you right now, i’m not easy like all the other people you may have chased after. how fucking dare you insult me like that!” you shout at him before spinning on your heel and storming off, your voice full of disdain for the boy.
who does he think he is, acting like that towards you? you thought he was sincere at first from the way he took the time to buy you the flowers and arrange the dinner reservation stated in the card that went with the bouquet, and even the look in his eyes was quite soft and genuine. seemingly.
did he say all that just because you told him the truth? that you don’t see him like that?
you feel a hand on your wrist, but before you can wrench it off, you’re yanked back like you weigh nothing, like you’re just an object rather than a person. “so, you’re saying no to me? are you sure about that answer?” sunghoon’s voice is dark and threatening next to your ear, and something about it sets you on edge, shivers running down your spine as you gulp nervously, uncomfortably shifting in his grip.
“you can’t be serious, who in their right mind would say yes to you after hearing something like that?” you snap, exasperated, your eyes boring knives into his as you meet his unreadable gaze.
he shakes his head mockingly, disappointment clear in his features. he doesn’t say anything, only dragging the powerless you along with him to his car despite your incessant protests for him to unhand you. something about his silence scares you, and badly. there’s this unnerving feeling in your throat that you can’t get rid of, and all you can do is struggle away from him as much as you can, but alas, he’s strong, much stronger than you anticipate.
he leads you to the trunk, opening it with the press of a hidden button to reveal your best friend, heeseung, ankles and wrists tied by rough rope, his mouth taped shut, puffy eyes widening as he meets yours.
“heeseung! what—” you scream, but you’re interrupted by a hand clamping over your mouth. you turn around to look at the rich boy you rejected with tears in your eyes, the gravity of the situation, the responsibility for your friend’s capture finally sinking into your bones as a sinister smile crosses his lips.
“i was going to let him free if you accepted my confession, you know? such a shame,” sunghoon clicks his tongue as he rolls his eyes at heeseung’s pathetic muffled pleas to let him go, “such a shame, really.” he mercilessly slams the trunk shut, earning a muted screech from your best friend, before turning to you, holding back from laughing at your amusingly bitter expression, filled with rage and eyes full of hot tears. “i bet you’re probably thinking in that pretty little head of yours why i did this. well...” he opens the car door to the backseat and roughly shoves you inside before you can interrupt him, buckling you in with the seatbelts and enabling some sort of child lock on them so you can’t free yourself from them, grinning madly at you.
“...you should know there’s always a price to pay for rejecting me, doll.”
anon said: Hey! I had a Request! Rich!Yandere!sunghoon liking you but you don't like him back. He sees you talking with Heeseung and being best friends with him but he's a broke guy and isn't as rich as sunghoon so it angers him. He then asks you that how much money you will need to be his girlfriend to which you ofcource get angry and decline. Then after another rejecting from you sunghoon decides to just kidnap you.
note: hey anon! i made this more gender neutral, that’s the only change i made to this. thanks for sending in the request, i hope you liked it! i wrote this pretty quickly after you sent it in cuz yandere! sunghoon brainrot is real for me rn lol. there’s a request i’ve been working on for a while now (i’m so sorry T_T) that i can’t come up with anything good for rn so this was a good way to take a break from it. anyway thanks for reading everyone, i hope you all enjoyed it too! poor heeseung in this story tho :((
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