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makkie-is-screaming · 1 year ago
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Haha what if I killed my uncle 👀
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sinofwriting · 28 days ago
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Horny Teenagers - Max Verstappen
Words: 1,189 Summary: If Max and her were only allowed to say one thing that people described them as, it would be horny teenagers. They disagree with that entirely, after all what’s wrong with having a healthy sex life? Note(s): Suggestive Themes, Slightly NSFW
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“Max, how do you feel about the most recent interview your team principal did?”
Max raises an eyebrow, not understanding the question from Olav.
“He described you and your girlfriend as horny teenagers.”
“I mean, I don’t see how we are. I think of it as us having a healthy sex life.” The words slip off his tongue before he can stop them and he can see Y/N just a few feet away cover her mouth at the Dutch words and he worries for a second but then sees her shoulders shaking with laughter.
“Red Bull is going to kill us.” She pants, her hand fisting the hair at the back of Max’s skull, his lips sucking a bruise into her neck.
“Like they’ve been threatening for two years?” He smirks, squeezing at her leg that’s wrapped around his waist and really he’s lucky she wore this dress, such easy access to everything he wants.
Her laugh turns into a moan as he grinds his hips into hers, eyes slipping shut.
“I just won my fourth championship. I think they can forgive this.”
Her free hand pulls at the waistband of his pants, fingers grazing over his bulge that’s pushing at his zipper. “You say that like we ever need an excuse to fuck in a club.”
“No, but it certainly helps.”
She hums, eyes opening and she can spot more than a few phones pointed at them and it’s really lucky that Max is so broad. They more than take risks, but Max would never let anyone see any part of her, always sure to press her face into his neck, hiding everything he can so he can greedily have it all for himself.
“Take me back to the hotel? I can’t congratulate you properly here.”
“Whatever you want, schat. Whatever you want.”
“You did amazing.” Her voice is nearly a shout and Max’s smile widens, eyes crinkling at the edges and his arms are wrapping around her waist, their lips pressing together.
Her hands immediately go to his face, feeling the flush of his cheeks, the slight sweat dripping from his brow. And she giggles against his lips as one of his hands moves to her ass, grabbing and pulling her closer. She nips at his bottom lip in revenge, breath hitching at the near growl he gives.
“You're getting it later.” He warns.
“Promise?”
He kisses her again. “As soon as I’m done with media.”
She watches him walk back over to where Charles and Oscar are, both shaking their heads at him, and she can see the resigned looks of most of the Red Bull team.
“Twenty seven and still playing grab ass.”
“Max is twenty-seven.” She corrects, smiling at GP and his amused expression.
“Oh yes, sorry, you're how old again?”
She shakes her head, nudging him slightly as they both watch Max step up to give his interview.
She sighs, continuing to watch him. “Winning looks so good on him.”
“I don’t need to hear that.”
“None of us do.” Rupert murmurs.
“Really starting to think you guys hate when I speak.”
“We do.”
GP nods, “Would really rather you didn’t. Don’t think I need to hear anymore about Max.”
“Your loss.” She sings, blowing Max a kiss as he looks over at her one last time before leaving for the cooldown room.
“Actually, before everyone goes, I wanted to let you all know some exciting news before we all see each other next time for preseason testing.”
Everyone in the room shares glances at Max’s words, the driver practically beaming.
“Y/N and I are expecting a baby.”
The room erupts in congratulations. People getting up and swarming and the driver and he laughs, accepting the pats on the backs and hugs.
“How is she doing?”
“She’s doing great. No morning sickness or anything, she’s thirteen weeks along, so we finally started telling people.”
“That’s amazing, really, Max. When is her due date?”
“August 17th. A bit fortunate with the new calendar, but babies have their own schedule, the doctor told us.”
“Thirteen weeks, huh?” GP asks.
Max nods and they can see his hand twitching to his wallet and they just know that he’s got an ultrasound or two in there.
“Vegas must have been a really nice celebration.”
Max laughs, a slight pink to his cheeks. “Well, the club was nice, but the hotel was much better.”
Groans escape from everyone in the room at the reminder of all the pictures and videos that had flooded social media from that night, but they all can’t help exchange looks, more than happy for the driver but also finally, finally it would mean a break from the nightmare that was Max and Y/N together and their constant horniness.
Rupert looks in horror at Max’s back.
“What happened?”
Max looks over his shoulder at him, bending to get a shirt before sliding it on. “What do you mean?”
“Your back is shredded.”
“You say that like it’s the first time.”
He splutters, running a hand over his face. “No, but Y/N’s pregnant.”
“And?”
“You two are still having sex.”
Max laughs, slapping him on the back. “You do know that doctors actually encourage that right? It’s good, apparently. And what you thought that just because she was pregnant we’d stop? It’d take more than that.”
Rupert watches Max leave in horror.
“Max,” At the sound of his name, he looks away from Charles’ phone that displayed a picture of Leo. “I just wanted to offer my congratulations on the news of you and Y/N expecting a baby and was wondering if you could stamp out a rumor of sorts.”
“Thank you and a rumor? We are talking about rumors again? So early in the season.”
A few reporters laugh.
“It is quite early. This has to do with a report that apparently last weekend your hotel room in Bahrain was vandalized. Broken mirror, torn pillows and such.”
Max coughs, trying not to laugh as he sees actual concern on the reporter's face. “No, nothing like that happened. Just, uh, a little overexcited so to speak.”
Charles lets out a laugh that he quickly turns into a cough when feeling his press officer glare at him.
“Mate.” He murmurs.
Max smiles, dropping the microphone back in his lap as Tom changes the subject, asking Jack something. “Well if I said any more I’d get fined.”
“I can imagine.” And Charles’ gaze softens. “I know I’ve said it already but congratulations. You and Y/N will make excellent parents.”
Max’s smile widens. Charles had been the first driver to text him to offer his congratulations, and his repetitiveness of offering them was nice. It was good being so close with Charles after their rocky karting years. “Thank you, Charles. I’m starting to think you want to be in the running for godfather.”
“Oh, absolutely. If not, I better be known as uncle Charles. I’m offering piano, Italian, and karting lessons.”
“Fucker.” Max mumbles at the last one with an amused look and small nod before turning his attention back to Tom.
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wonsiwon · 1 month ago
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cravings | s.jy
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paring | futureparent!jake x pregnant!reader
sinopsis | you woke up Jake in the middle of the night with a craving, but he snapped at you, exhausted from work.
genre | small angst, fluff, smut.
You woke up in the middle of the night, your eyes wide open, and your belly stretching your shirt as your pregnancy bump stuck out prominently. A powerful craving hit you, the kind you couldn’t ignore. It was for a meal Jake had brought home a few days ago from the convention store. Just thinking about it made you press your lips together in frustration.
Turning your head, you glanced at Jake. He was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily, completely knocked out after taking some sleeping pills. Work had been hard on him lately, thanks to his boss constantly piling on tasks. Jake was running on fumes, coming home late most nights, and his attitude toward you had shifted slightly. Not enough to cause fights, but enough for you to notice.
You’d been together since high school, and the relationship had endured a lot—college, stress, and now an unexpected pregnancy. Dropping out to prepare for the baby wasn’t in your plans, but it had happened. Jake started taking extra shifts to support both of you. Life wasn’t easy and right now you didn’t want to wake him, knowing how tired he must be, but the craving was growing stronger by the second. You hesitated before gently touching his back.
“Jake?” you whispered. He didn’t stir. You leaned closer, nudging him lightly. “Jake?”
This time, he groaned and turned over, squinting at you. Your hair was a mess, and you probably didn’t look much better overall. The weight you’d gained during the pregnancy had been making you feel insecure, and the way Jake looked at you sometimes didn’t help. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low and sleepy.
You hesitated before smiling faintly. “I know you were sleeping, but… can you do me a favor?”
Jake sighed, already guessing. “You’re craving something, aren’t you?” he asked tiredly.
“Maybe,” you said, fiddling with your fingers. “That meal we had on Friday… from the convenience store? Could you—”
“Y/n, do you know what time it is? ” he interrupted, rubbing his face and shooting you a disbelieving look.
“I know, but I really want it.” you said, trying to sound sweet, your hand brushing his arm. “Please?”
Jake groaned louder this time, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and squinting at the screen. “Can’t you wait until morning?” he asked, his tone sharper now.
“Jake, I need it.” you pleaded, your voice taking on a whiny edge. “Please? Just this once?”
Jake rolled his eyes and flopped back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over his head. “Give me an hour,” he muttered, voice muffled. “I’ll get it then.”
Normally, you could persuade him with a soft touch or a little pout, but tonight he seemed immune. You couldn’t wait another hour, though. The craving felt unbearable. You shifted closer, tugging lightly at the blanket. “Jake, please—”
“Oh my God!” he snapped, throwing the blanket off and sitting up abruptly. His voice was loud, sharp enough to make you flinch. “Couldn’t you wait one fucking hour? Jesus Christ, Y/n, I’m so sick of these dumb cravings!”
His words hit like a slap. You recoiled as he got out of bed, yanking open the closet with a loud clatter. He grabbed a jacket, tossing the hanger onto the floor angrily. Not once did he look at you as he rifled through the nightstand, grabbing his wallet and keys.
“Jake…” you started softly, but he was already halfway out the door. He didn’t say a word, slamming it shut behind him with enough force to make the walls tremble.
Your lip trembled as the door slammed shut, leaving the room eerily quiet. Jake had never yelled at you like that before, not even during your worst disagreements. Slowly, you sat back on the bed, one hand resting on your belly while the other wiped away a tear. Normally, no matter how tired or irritated he was, he’d leave a kiss on your forehead before stepping out. This time, he hadn’t even looked back.
You tried to rationalize it. Jake was exhausted. His boss had been pushing him harder than ever, and with the pregnancy and money problems, things had been tense for both of you.
The craving you’d felt so strongly earlier was the last thing on your mind now.
Jake on the other hand had pulled into the driveway, the bag of food sitting on the passenger seat next to him. He didn’t get out right away. Instead, he leaned his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes for a moment.
He let out a long sigh, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly before finally releasing them. He felt like an asshole. He knew he shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Sure, he was exhausted, overwhelmed with work, and frustrated with how things had been lately, but taking it out on you wasn’t fair—especially not with everything you were already dealing with.
For a few more seconds, he sat there in the quiet of the car, trying to gather himself. He looked over at the bag of food and sighed again, realizing how much the small things mattered to you right now. Finally, he grabbed the bag, stepped out of the car, and headed to the house.
Jake walked upstairs with the bag of food in his hand, his movements slower than usual. When he reached the bedroom door, he pushed it open carefully. His eyes scanned the room, half-expecting you to step out from somewhere, but the bed was empty. That’s when his eyes caught the faint light coming from under the bathroom door.
He took a step closer, pausing when he heard it—a quiet sniffle. With a soft sigh, he set it down the food bag and approached the bathroom door. He rested his hand on it, hesitating before speaking.
“Baby?” he called softly. “I got the food.” There was no response, just another sniffle that broke his heart a little more. “Baby, are you crying?” His voice wavered slightly. “I’m sorry. Please open the door.” Jake pressed his forehead against the door, his hand flat against it., guilt gnawing at him as he listened to the sound of your muffled sobs. “Baby, please.” he said again, his voice strained. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell. Open the door, okay?”
The crying on the other side didn’t stop. If anything, it grew shakier. Jake could hear your breaths coming in short, uneven gasps, and it sent a wave of panic through him.
“Baby, please open the door,” he repeated, this time jiggling the handle. It was locked. His heart started racing. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Please, talk to me.”
The doctor’s warning rang in his head. “Stress isn’t good for her or the baby”. Jake felt like he’d failed you in the worst way possible.
“Y/n, I’m begging you.” he said, his voice cracking now, bordering on desperate. “I know I messed up. I shouldn’t have snapped. I shouldn’t have left like that. Please just let me in so I can fix this.”
He leaned his head against the door again, closing his eyes, listening for any sign of movement from you. “Baby..” he said softly, his throat tight.
Finally, he heard the faint sound of the lock clicking. He stepped back as the door opened just a crack, and there you were, your face streaked with tears, your eyes red and puffy. Jake didn’t wait. He stepped in quickly, pulling you into his arms as gently as he could. You didn’t resist, but your sobs didn’t stop either.
“I’m so sorry,” Jake whispered into your hair, holding you close as his fingers gently ran through your hair. His voice cracked with the weight of his guilt. “I was stressed, okay? I promise it won’t happen again.” He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face as he searched your eyes. “Come on, baby, don’t cry. I said I’m sorry. Please, don’t cry.”
Jake heart ached seeing you like this. The tears on your face, the way you looked so vulnerable, made him feel even worse. He gently cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheek, wiping away your tears.
“Baby, please, talk to me.” His voice was soft, almost pleading. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
You shook your head, tears streaming down your face, and looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze. “I’m so ugly..” you sobbed, your voice barely above a whisper.
Jake pulled back slightly, just enough to look at your face, his eyes filled with confusion and concern. “Baby, what are you talking about?” His voice was softer now, trying to understand. “You’re not ugly. You’re beautiful, always.”
“I look like this.” you gasped between sobs. “and that’s why you’ve been so distant.”
Jake couldn’t understand how you could feel like that, how you could think he was pulling away because of something so ridiculous. “No, no, that’s not it.” he replied, lifting your chin gently so you’d meet his gaze.
You took a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself but struggling with the flood of emotions. “I look like this… my body’s changing, and you don’t look at me the same. That’s why you’ve been so distant, right? Because I’m not… I’m not who I was before.”
Jake’s chest tightened, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. He gently wiped the tears from your face, his touch soft but full of emotion. “Y/n, you’re not ‘ugly.’ You’re carrying our baby. You’re doing something incredible, and you’re beautiful, inside and out. I’ve been distant, not because of you. It has nothing to do with you, baby.”
But then you whispered, voice shaking, “But you said that you were tired of me.”
Jake realized how deeply his earlier frustration had affected you. “Y/n…I never meant that. I was frustrated, and I said something I didn’t mean. I’m so sorry. I’m not tired of you, baby. I’m just… I’ve been stressed, and I took it out on you. That was wrong.” Jake’s own eyes were filled with regret as he kissed your forehead. “I love you. You’re everything to me. I’ve been an idiot, and I promise I’ll do better. Please don’t ever think you’re not enough.”
You took a shaky breath, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “I just wanted something to eat. I didn’t want to bother you. I knew you were tired. But the craving was so strong, and I didn’t know what else to do.”
Jake’s expression softened at your words, and he pulled you closer, his hand gently rubbing your back. “I know, baby,” he whispered, his voice full of regret. “I know. I should’ve been more patient, I should’ve understood… I didn’t mean to make things worse.”
You stayed in Jake’s arms for a while. He gently rubbed your back, his hand moving in steady circles, while you buried your face in his neck taking in his natural scent. Jake used to always wear cologne but since the pregnancy, certain smells had made you feel sick, and his cologne had been one of the worst. You used to love the way it smelled, but now it would make your stomach twist. Jake, noticing how it had been bothering you, had started wearing it only in the car before work, so it didn’t linger around you.
Now, without the cologne, you could smell his natural scent instead. It was subtle but familiar, and it felt better—calming, even.
Jake’s hand paused for a moment on your back before he spoke. “Feeling a little better now?” he asked softly, his voice low but steady. You nodded against his neck, not moving away. He tilted his head slightly to look at you. “Do you still want to eat?” You nodded again, still resting against him.
Jake let out a small chuckle, the first hint of lightness in his voice all night. “Alright.” he said, brushing a hand over your hair. “Let’s eat, then.”
He grabbed the bag of food with one hand and reached for yours with the other. His grip was firm but gentle, and without saying anything more, he led you downstairs.
The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge in the kitchen. He pulled out a chair for you at the table before setting the bag down and unpacking the food.
“Here it is..” he said, placing the container in front of you. “Still warm.”
“Thank you.” you said softly. Jake sat down next to you, watching as you opened the container with a small smile on your face. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, focused entirely on the meal in front of you. You took your first bite, sighing softly as the flavors hit you, and then, without thinking, you offered him a piece. “Want some?”
He shook his head, smiling. “No, it’s all yours.”
Jake leaned back slightly, his arms crossed as he watched you eat. His eyes lingered on you, taking in the way you savored each bite. He didn’t understand how you could be so insecure sometimes. To him, you were perfect—every part of you.
Sure, you had gained a little weight, but Jake found himself admiring you in a way he hadn’t before. There was something about how your body was changing, growing, and carrying his child. He couldn’t stop thinking about how undeniably sexy you looked like this. He often caught himself thinking about how much he loved seeing you like this, to the point where the thought of making you pregnant again crossed his mind more than once.
Jake shook the thought away, smiling to himself as he rested his chin in his hand. You glanced up at him between bites, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
“Nothing.” he said with a small grin.
You kept talking, rambling about something as you ate, and Jake found it a little cute. But then, as you grabbed your drink, his gaze unconsciously shifted to the way your lips wrapped around the straw. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately bit his lip, quickly looking away, trying to shake off the feeling.
It had been a while since you two had been intimate, and he didn’t want to make things uncomfortable. Still, he couldn’t help but feel the attraction, even if it had been pushed aside for a while. Jake couldn’t deny that sometimes he just wanted to have you under him, your hands gripping the sheets, your body pressed against his. It was a feeling that came to him unexpectedly, even though he knew it wasn’t the right time. But Jake Jake had those days he’d come home feeling frustrated, horny, and ready to finally release, but you’d already be asleep. He hated the feeling of wanting you but not being able to do anything about it. So, instead of waking you, he’d sneak downstairs to the bathroom, hoping to get some relief on his own. As he did, all he could think about was how much he wished it was you touching him, the thought of your hands driving him crazy. But it was just him, alone.
Jake watched you finish your meal, he cleared his throat, pushing the thoughts aside. “You feel better now?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, trying to keep things casual.
You nodded, finishing the last bite. “Yeah, much better. Thanks for the food.”
Jake smiled, relief settling in. “Anytime, baby.” He reached over, giving your tight a gentle squeeze. “If you need anything else, just let me know.”
You both made your way upstairs in quiet steps, the familiar sound of your feet on the stairs the only noise between you. Once in the bedroom, Jake pulled back the covers and gestured for you to get in first. As you both settled into bed, Jake turned off the light and lay down beside you, the room dark except for the soft moonlight coming through the window. He reached out and pulled you closer, his hand resting gently on your back.
“Goodnight.” he murmured, his voice warm and calm.
“Goodnight.” you replied leaning closer and gave Jake a quick peck on the lips. It was simple, but it felt right.
Jake smiled softly. He pulled you in a little closer, his hand resting on your waits. “I needed that.” he said quietly, his voice warm.
You smiled back “I know.” you whispered, settling back against him, letting the night take over.
As you drifted off to sleep, Jake lay awake behind you, spooning you with his arm wrapped around your waist. You shifted slightly in your sleep, the soft movements only adding to his frustration. He felt himself getting hard in his pants. Closing his eyes, he took deep, slow breaths, wishing the sensation would fade, but the image of you sucking that drink just moments ago didn’t make it any easier.
As Jake carefully untangled himself and started to slide out of bed, the movement stirred you awake. You blinked, your groggy eyes catching his silhouette as he quietly made his way to the bathroom.
“Jake?” you murmured, your voice soft and heavy with sleep.
He froze in the doorway, turning slightly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” he said, his voice low but strained.
You pushed yourself up on one elbow, your eyes narrowing slightly. “You okay?”
Jake hesitated, his hand resting on the doorframe. “Yeah.” he said quickly, though his body language said otherwise. “Just need a minute.”
You sat up fully now, your concern overriding your sleepiness. “Jake, what’s going on?”
Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “I’m hard, okay? I’m super hard.” he admitted, the words tumbling out in a quiet, exasperated whisper.
You blinked at him, half-surprised and half-amused. “Are you going to jerk off?” you asked, your tone more curious than judgmental.
He let out a dry laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… I guess? I didn’t want to bother you, so I thought—”
You cut him off, raising an eyebrow. “You thought sneaking off to the bathroom was the best plan?”
Jake shrugged, looking sheepish. “What else was I supposed to do?”
A small smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned back against the pillows. “You could’ve just woken me up, you know.”
His eyes widened slightly at your words, and for a moment, he just stood there, caught off guard by the shift in your tone. Jake’s lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. He stood frozen in the doorway, processing your suggestion.
“You’re serious?” he finally asked, his voice uncertain, his eyes scanning your face for any hint of sarcasm.
You tilted your head, a hint of a smirk playing on your lips. “I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.”
Jake hesitated for a moment longer, his grip on the doorframe tightening. Then, slowly, he turned back toward the bed, his expression shifting from doubt to cautious curiosity. “You sure you don’t mind?” he asked, his tone softer now, almost vulnerable.
You reached out, catching his wrist as he got closer. "I’m very sure.” you teased, giving his hand a gentle tug to pull him closer.
Jake exhaled a shaky breath, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes meeting yours. His hand brushed against your thigh as he leaned in closer, his forehead nearly resting against yours. “You’re not making this any easier for me.” he said, his voice rough with need.
“Ups.” you replied simply, your fingers trailing up his arm. Jake let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned in, pressing his lips firmly against yours, his movements deliberate and unhurried, yet filled with the tension he’d been holding back. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his lap as you straddled him, the heat radiating from his body making it impossible to ignore his arousal.
You broke the kiss briefly, your breathing uneven as you met his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, his hands still resting firmly on your hips. Without a word, you reached between your bodies, your fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants.
Jake inhaled sharply, his muscles tensing under your touch. “You really don’t waste time, do you?” he muttered, his voice low and strained.
You smirked, tugging at the drawstring. “Let me take care of you”
His jaw clenched as you freed him from his pants, your hand wrapping around him without hesitation. Jake’s head fell back slightly, his breath escaping in a shaky exhale.
“You’re gonna drive me insane.” he managed to say, as he let you take control. Your hand moved, your fingers brushing against his hard cock beneath his boxers, earning a low, guttural groan from Jake.
Finally you pulled down his boxers, revealing him completely. His cock stood erect, straining towards you, and a bead of precum glistened at the tip. You wrapped your fingers around him, giving a slow stroke, and he let out a groaned. “Fuck, baby, you see how you get me?” he muttered, his voice low and rough, filled with frustration and need.
Jake’s hand moved with precision, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you knelt in front of him. His grip was firm but not too tight, keeping control as he guided your movements.
“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “Choking yourself on it like that.”
Your hands rested on his thighs for balance as you pushed yourself deeper, the sensation making your eyes water, but you didn’t stop. His other hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he watched you struggle to take him fully.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking good at this.” Jake groaned, his head falling back for a moment before his eyes locked onto you again, his chest rising and falling heavily. Seeing you there, kneeling, flushed and focused, only drove him further. The thought of you carrying his baby again sent a fresh surge of arousal through him, making him harder than he thought was possible.
He missed this—missed you choking on him, completely at his mercy, and it only made him want you more.
“You’re beautiful, you don’t know what you do to me.” he muttered, his voice low and raw with emotion. “Especially knowing you’re already carrying a part of me.”
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you pulled back slightly, gasping for air before diving back in, your tongue working against him with purpose. The sound of his breathing grew heavier, his grip tightening on your hair as his hips bucked involuntarily.
“You’re gonna make me lose it.” he hissed through clenched teeth, his control slipping as he fought to hold himself back.
You kept swallowing, the knot in your throat tightening. You could see the muscles and the way his hands gripped the edge of the bed, knuckles white with effort. His jaw clenched, and he let out a guttural groan, his body trembling with the intensity of release. He pulled back just in time, as he finished, his warm cum painting your skin.
“Holy fuck.” he muttered, his chest heaving as he leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of you. He reached for a nearby towel, his touch soft as he wiped your face clean, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small, grateful smile.”You okay?” he asked, his tone gentler now, his hands lingering on your skin as if reluctant to let go. You nodded, still catching your breath as Jake gently cleaned you up.
Jake shifted slightly, leaning back against the headboard as he pulled you closer, he’s hands settled on your hips, pulling you into his lap. Jake looked at you with a mix of pride and affection, his thumb tracing absent patterns on your thigh.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he said, his tone softer now.
You smirked, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. “I might have an idea.”
Jake let out a quiet laugh, his hands sliding up to your waist. “No, you don’t.” he said, his hand sliding up from your belly to your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “Seeing you like this, carrying my baby, makes me lose my damn mind.”
Jake’s gaze dropped to your swollen belly pressed against his chest, and his hand instinctively moved to rest on it. His thumb traced slow circles over the curve, his expression softening even more.
You felt your cheeks warm, but you couldn’t look away “Jake…” you started, but he cut you off, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.
When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I love you.”
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wintrwinchestr · 1 year ago
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obedience | part 1
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summary: you decide to act out after feeling neglected by joel for over a week. it doesn’t go quite according to plan, but his punishment does help you unlock a new kink or two.
warnings: 18+, smut, no outbreak au, daddy kink, d/s and ddlg relationship dynamics, brat tamer joel, degradation/humiliation (use of slut, whore, 1 use of bitch), orgasm denial/edging, boot riding, pet names (baby, babygirl, darlin’, sugar, sweetheart, honey, puppy), entering petplay territory??, finger sucking, one face slap but she likes it (and so do i), taking/sending nudes at work, subspace, hair pulling, joel cums on reader’s face, cum eating, two idiots who finally communicate and apologize to each other, gets soft at the end bc i’m a woman of many interests, reader can be carried by joel but no other physical descriptions, winter’s limited knowledge of what contractors do, pic of girl in the moodboard is for bra imagery only, reader looks just like you!! :)
word count: 4.1k
a/n: this is extremely self indulgent so please don’t look at me!!! lil shoutout to @pascalisbaby for inspiring me to write something just so i can use “puppy” bc their love’s gonna get you killed series has fucked me up extremely bad.
divider by @saradika
(read part 2 here)
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It’s coming up on nearly a week and a half of Joel working long days and late nights at the latest suburban McMansion he’s been contracted out to. Each and every time he creeps into his side of the bed after you’ve already gone to sleep, never failing to wake you up in the process, he always has a different excuse. “My concrete guy was out sick today”, “the vendor gave us the wrong size rebar”, “the landscapers were in our way all damn day”, and other similar eye roll-inducing anecdotes that were followed up with sleepy apologies.
Tonight, you’re almost certain, will be just the same.
Slogging through yet another slow and uneventful day at your corporate nine-to-five, you’re practically counting down the seconds until you’ll be able to escape your drab little cubicle for the day. You aren’t exactly looking forward to going home, though, either. You know that all you have waiting for you will be another lonely night of heating up a frozen dinner, watching reality TV reruns until the ten o’clock news comes on, and then tucking yourself into a cold bed.
While you’re waiting around for a coworker to message you back about something painfully unimportant, you decide to get up to kill some time in the bathroom on your phone and stretch your legs a bit. You stand up from your rolling chair, grabbing your phone in the process, and head down the hall to the one single-person bathroom in the building that you know of.
You step inside and click the lock shut behind you, looking forward to having a rare few minutes to yourself without the threat of your manager lurking over your shoulder. You inspect your makeup in the mirror and address some flyaway hairs before leaning back against the sink and swiping your home screen into view. Your heart soars at the discovery of a text notification from Joel, but settles just as quickly when you read the words across your screen.
A couple of my dumbass guys fucked up some measurements again. Gonna be another late one. Sorry baby. 
You let out an exasperated sigh and turn around to face your reflection again, bracing yourself on the edge of the sink and trying not to cry. How much fucking longer are you going to have to put up with this? You'd been getting through it alright so far, but his sterile text had ignited a raging fire deep in your stomach that made a scorching heat climb its way up the back of your neck.
You’re determined to get his attention tonight, one way or another. Even if it means pushing some of his buttons, riling him up, making him feel a few licks of that very same inferno. You’re feeling fucking bratty.
You undo the top few buttons of your blouse and shimmy it off your shoulders, exposing the blushing lace of the bra you had chosen when you were getting dressed this morning. Using one arm to hold your phone up to the mirror with the camera app open, you use the other one to prop yourself up against the sink and assist in pushing your tits together. As a final touch, you pull down one of the delicate cups along with its accompanying strap, exposing an already peaked nipple. Meeting your own eyes in the reflection and forming your glossy lips into a faux pout, you snap the picture and attach it to your text conversation with Joel. You type out a coy little message to go along with it and send it off.
that’s okay daddy. just sad i wore a rly cute bra today for nothing :(
While you anxiously wait for his response, you take a few more lewd photos to tease him with later, and make your way back to your desk after you button yourself up again and smooth out your skirt.
Sitting back down at your cubicle, you check your notifications to find a response from Joel, sent just a few seconds ago.
What’d I tell you about sendin me shit like that when I’m at work? Put your fuckin tits away babygirl. Not in the mood today.
Despite his harsh words, you know your plan is already working in your favor. You can’t help but giggle to yourself as you attach another one of the photos you had taken in the bathroom, this one of your matching lace panties pulled aside to expose your bare pussy to the front camera. You type out another flirtatious message and tap the button to send it.
idk what u mean daddy :( just miss u is all. she misses u too :((
You promptly turn off your phone and place it screen-down next to your mousepad, resigning yourself to a mere ten minutes of work before you can’t resist temptation anymore and pick it back up again to check for a reply.
Last warning babygirl. I got enough shit to deal with today, don’t need your slutty pictures distractin me. I’ll see ya tonight.
whatever. u don’t pay attention to me anymore anyway :/
You begin to regret your message as soon as you send it, worrying you might have taken things too far. But it was true; you’re upset, in a bratty mood, and feeling neglected. And, maybe you did want to work him up enough for him to take it all out on you, to fuck the attitude out of you the way you know he likes to do every so often.
A few seconds after you power off your screen to do a few more minutes of work, it illuminates again.
Oh I don't? When I get home tonight you better be kneelin in front of the door waitin for me undressed like a good girl. Not like the fuckin brat you’re actin like. And we’ll see about payin you some attention. Now pull your fuckin panties up and get back to work.
Your heart jumps into your throat as you read his text, now feeling exhilarated that your plan is officially in motion. After you’ve read his words through a couple of times, squeezing your thighs together and stifling a whimper as you did so, your trembling fingers type out a simple reply:
yes daddy <3
The remainder of your work day seems to pass by in slow motion, every minute feeling more like five. You can hardly bring yourself to focus on any of your mundane tasks, your mind constantly drifting to what you might be in for tonight. Will he spank you and leave red handprints on your ass for days? Will he fuck your face while you sputter and gasp around him? Will he work you over with his tongue until all you know how to say is “I’m sorry, Daddy”? As you shake yourself from your trance and try to focus your eyes again, you wonder why you hadn’t thought to act up like this earlier in the week. You keep your eye on the little digital clock in the corner of your monitor for the last five consecutive minutes of your work day, and as soon as 4:59 flashes to 5:00, you practically sprint out to your car in your hurry to get home.
You’re cuddled up on the couch underneath your favorite fleece blanket, already stripped down to your peony-colored underwear set like Joel had requested. The past couple of hours have been spent cycling between all of your streaming services and social media apps, trying desperately to find something to occupy yourself with until he gets home. You’re half-tempted to get up and walk some laps around the house, but around 10:30, you finally see the scanning headlights of Joel’s pickup as it turns into the driveway.
You immediately spring up from your little nest on the couch and prance over to the front door, kneeling a few feet in front of it just like he ordered.
In your excited anticipation to see him, you tune your ears to pick up every little sound you hear as he makes his way to you: the slam of the truck’s driver’s side door, the dull thud of his work boots heading up the walkway, the prolonged jingling of his keys as he fumbles with them to unlock the door. You’re sure he’s fidgeting with them for a few seconds longer than usual, just to tease you and keep you waiting. A shiver runs up your spine and you can feel your heart pounding against the walls of your chest as he finally turns the lock.
He calmly steps inside and closes the door behind him, dropping his dusty work bag onto the floor and stripping himself of his canvas tool belt. He stalks over to where you’re knelt on the hardwood, wrapped in your dainty lace for him like a little doll. There’s something arousing about the contrast between your barely-there feminine attire and his dark, practical clothing.
“Well, whaddya know, she can be good after all… Waitin’ for me all nice and pretty just like I asked. All it takes is an order from your Daddy to get you actin’ right again, ain’t that right, babygirl? Obedient lil’ thing…” He takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he speaks, keeping your eyes trained on his. You nod up at him, doe-eyed and dazed, already feeling yourself beginning to slip into that familiar saccharine headspace.
Every time you had previously tried your hand at bratting, it never lasted very long, and tonight was already proving to be no different. He was right, after all, it doesn’t take more than a command, a look, a gentle grasp of your chin, to remind you of your desire to be good for him.
“What, Daddy doesn’t get a proper greetin’ after a long day o’ work? You already that far gone f’ me, can’t use your words proper like a big girl?” 
“H-hi, Daddy… Missed you today,” you half-whisper, your voice sounding a little higher and further away than it did earlier in the day.
“Yeah, I know y’ did… I’ll bet your lil’ panties are ‘bout soaked through already, bet you left a wet spot on your fuckin’ desk chair just from daydreamin’ about what I was gonna do to you tonight, hm?”
Another silent nod accompanied by a pitiful little whimper. The blazing fire in your gut from this afternoon is quickly being replaced by something much more easily tamed, something more akin to a flickering candle flame than a wildfire. You struggle to keep your eyelids open as they begin to feel heavier with submission.
A stern look and a ticked jaw is enough for you to correct your wordless response.
“Y-yes, Daddy…”
“And what is it that you think I’m gonna do with you tonight, babygirl? Speak up, now…”
You rack your brain for a moment, suddenly unable to remember any of the depraved fantasies you had been conjuring up all day instead of replying to emails. You eventually land on a relatively straightforward answer.
“I th-think you’re gonna… gonna fuck the attitude outta me, t-teach me a lesson… right, Daddy?”
He lets out a dark chuckle, releasing your chin from his hold to give your cheek a couple of condescending pats instead.
“Aww, dumb lil’ thing… you thought Daddy was gonna touch you at all tonight, make that pathetic lil’ pussy cum after the stunts you were pullin’ today? Nah, I don’t think so… Open that slutty fuckin’ mouth.”
You’re reeling, taken aback by his harsh words, words that were certainly not in any of the countless scenarios you had been imagining at work. There’s a long beat of silence as you struggle to process his command.
You hear the smack across your face before you feel the heated sting of it, and it prompts a debauched mewl to spill from your parted lips.
��I said open your fuckin’ mouth…”
Your jaw falls slack in an instant, your pulsing cunt releasing an ashamed wave of wetness at the degrading slap. Joel shoves his thumb inside your waiting mouth, and you wrap your lips around it obediently as you swirl your tongue along its calloused landscape. It tastes salty, a little dirty, and you like it.
“Good girl, suck on Daddy’s thumb, tha’s it… dumb whore’ll suck on anything Daddy puts in her mouth, won’t she? Desperate lil’ thing… Bet you wish it was this fat cock instead, don’t you baby?”
You whine and nod around him, your hole squeezing around nothing as you look up at him with pleading eyes.
“Well… that’s just too fuckin’ bad, ain’t it? Tonight’s not about what you want, you can gimme that sad puppy look all you like, sugar, not gonna change anythin’...”
He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, and your slick lips try to chase after it until he wipes it clean on the side of your face. His hands make quick work of opening his stained work jeans and freeing his stiff cock from his briefs, taking it into one hand and beginning to pump it with languid strokes. He grabs a fistful of hair at the base of your skull with his free hand and taps the leaking head of his length against your cheek, adding to the dampness there from your own saliva.
“This what you want?” Tap tap tap. “You want Daddy’s cock? Hm? This what you been thinkin’ about all day, dirty girl?” He rocks his hips back and forth as he speaks, smearing his arousal along your skin.
You can’t help but squirm as a humiliated heat begins to pool in your tummy.
“Yes, Daddy, please let me have it, wan’ it so bad…” you beg.
He releases your hair and pulls his cock away from your face, making a show of massaging it and taunting you with what he won’t let you have.
“Nah, you ain’t gettin’ any of Daddy’s cock tonight, baby… In fact, I’m gonna stand right here and take care of m’self, and you’re gonna find somethin’ to rub that soakin’ cunt on while I watch…”
As the last of his words leave his lips, he steps one foot forward and nudges it between your thighs, looking at you expectantly. You lower your head to face his steel-toed work boot, covered in dust and dirt from his day at the construction site. Your mind still too deep in the clouds to understand what he’s asking of you, you lift your eyes back up to him for guidance. He juts his chin out in a silent “go on, then”, and you return your confused gaze back to his boot, the toe of which is positioned just in front of your aching heat. Your breath hitches and your eyes go wide as you finally realize: he wants to pleasure himself to the sight of you getting yourself off on his boot.
All at once, it falls into place how he wants the night to unfold. He wants to deny you. Deny you of his touch, his cock, even the privilege of making him feel good yourself… all because you acted out, disobeyed him, tested his limits.
“We understand each other, darlin’?”
“Y-yes, Daddy…” You meet his eyes as you speak, voice coming out a little unsteady. Any confidence you had while you were teasing him this afternoon is long gone, fully submitting to him now and completely at his mercy. He didn’t need to fuck you in order to put you in your place, he knew plenty of other much more degrading ways to rid you of your bratty attitude, to remind you of who you belong to.
You position your cunt over the filthy toe of his boot, the gusset of your lacy panties now completely saturated with your wetness. Your hands planted on either side of his leg, you try an experimental grind onto the leather-covered steel. A bolt of electricity shoots from your swollen clit to your fevered cheeks, burning with the eroticism of being made to humiliate yourself like this. He allows you to wrap your arms around his calf, using his sturdy form as leverage to rub yourself harder and faster against the solid material. 
“Look at you, humpin’ my boot like a fuckin’ dog… that’s just what y’ are, ain’t it? Daddy’s lil’ puppy…” he teases, spurring you on with his words and the indecent sounds of his wet fist working along his thick cock.
You let out an involuntary yelp at the new pet name, which he’s quick to catch with a huff through his nose.
“Oh, she likes that, don’t she? Y’ like that, sweetheart, bein’ Daddy’s good girl, his obedient lil’ puppy? Yeah, I know y’ do… I got you trained good, don’t I? Do just about anything I want, won’t you? Got you rubbin’ that slutty pussy on my fuckin’ boot, for Christ’s sake, barely even had to ask… fuckin’ pathetic.”
The degradation makes your stomach swirl with a cocktail of embarrassment and pleasure. Your cunt flutters as you continue your frantic movements, releasing broken whimpers that sound something like uh huh and yes, Daddy. You’re sure that your slick has to be dripping down his boot by now, soaking straight through the leather and pooling onto the hardwood. You wonder if he might punish you for that, too, for making a mess of him and your freshly mopped floors. Just the thought of it has your hips picking up the pace, desperate to reach your high.
Your eyes are shut tightly as you pursue your orgasm, but you can still hear the shallow pumps of Joel’s fist and his stuttering breaths that indicate he’s close to his own release.
“Yeah, grind that sloppy fuckin’ puppy cunt on Daddy’s boot, there ya go… lookin’ like a goddamn bitch in heat… desperate whore… c’mon, puppy, make a fuckin’ mess for me…”
“I’m gonna cum, Daddy, gonna–”
Just as you feel yourself about to crest the wave of your climax, he pulls his foot out from under you and yanks your head back by another fistful of hair.
“Open up, puppy,” he groans as he splashes his hot release all over your face, aiming most of it around your mouth as you cry out from the denial of your own pleasure.
“Look at you, filthy girl… So pretty for Daddy, all covered in me,” he coos as the last few milky drops land on your cheek. Before any of it can start to drip, he scoops it up with his thumb and feeds it to you a bit at a time, and you continue to suck his finger into your eager mouth once again.
When your face is fully cleaned of his spend, he pulls his thumb from between your lips for a final time with a pop, and you stick out your tongue to show him you’ve swallowed everything he’s given you. 
“Good girl,” he praises, petting the side of your hair in soothing strokes. “What do you say to Daddy, hm?”
“Th-thank you…” you choke out, still trying to steady your voice.
“And what else?” he asks.
You take a deep breath. “And… I’m sorry, Daddy,” you relent.
“For what, sweet girl?”
This was always your least favorite part, the part you struggled with the most: admitting that you were wrong. 
“For being a brat today, for not listening and disrespecting you…” Your posture deflates, wondering if you should continue your confession. You remember one of the ground rules that was laid out when you first entered this dynamic with him, the one about how important communication is, and decide to keep going. “I jus’ feel like you’ve hardly paid any attention to me the past few days…” You start to sniffle as you speak, the overwhelm of it all finally catching up with you.
“Oh…” he breathes sympathetically. “Here, can you stand up, babygirl? C’mon, come sit on Daddy’s lap for a minute.”
He offers you his hands, and you use them to push yourself up onto shaky legs, feeling like a newborn foal. You wrap your arms around his neck and he scoops you up, carrying you bridal-style back to your cozy spot on the couch. He situates you in his lap, wrapping you up in your blanket again, and you bury your face in the warm expanse of skin between his shoulder and neck. You inhale through your nose, smiling to yourself and sighing contentedly when your senses are flooded with his natural comforting smell.
“I know I’ve been workin’ some real late nights recently… I’m sorry about that, honey,” he apologizes, rubbing comforting circles around your upper back. 
“‘S okay, Daddy, ‘s not your fault,” you say into his skin.
“But I shoulda made more of an effort to give you some lovin’ anyway, I shouldn’t have had to wait for you to brat on me… Look at me, baby.” You lift your head and meet his sincere gaze, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours. “I’m sorry, darlin’.”
“I’m sorry too, Daddy.”
“I know y’ are, sweet girl, I know…”
You exchange warm smiles, and he curls his pointer finger under your chin to pull your face toward his, placing a delicate kiss to your lips. He settles both of his large hands on either side of your face before breaking the kiss to press your foreheads together. You close your eyes and try to match his breathing, enjoying this moment with him.
After a minute or so, you break the silence. “So… puppy, huh? That’s a new one,” you giggle.
He laughs and releases your face from his hold, meeting your eyes again. “Jus’ wanted to try somethin’ new, I guess…” He snakes a hand under the blanket, thumbing over the damp crotch of your panties. “And judgin’ by this lil’ mess down here, I take it you liked it. Hm, pretty girl?”
Still sensitive from your earlier denial, you let out a high pitched little whine and an involuntary buck of your hips into his hand.
“See? Even sound like a lil’ puppy… Daddy’s good girl. You want Daddy to train you, babygirl, you wanna be his pretty lil’ pet?”
“Uh huh, yes, Daddy, please…” Your face is buried in his chest as you rut into his hand, squeezing it between your thighs, back to the same place you were just before he pulled his boot out from underneath you.
“Daddy was so mean earlier, wasn’t he? Not lettin’ you cum, punishin’ you for actin’ up… But I think you’ve learned your lesson now, huh puppy? C’mon, sweet girl, let go, soak Daddy’s hand…”
And you do. With his permission, you cry out, muscles spasming and cunt twitching as you finally ride out the climax you’ve been chasing all night. You’re panting by the time you start to come down after what feels like several minutes, exhaustion hitting you hard all at once. When some of your awareness has come back to you, you realize that Joel is gently rocking you back and forth on his lap, petting the back of your head and gently shushing in your ear.
“Shh, shh, you’re alright, babygirl, I gotcha, Daddy’s gotcha… So good for me, baby, my precious girl…”
When your breathing evens out once more, you muster the strength to lift your head from its place against his heart, and he chuckles at the sleepy and sated look on your face as you blink slowly at him.
“My lil’ puppy’s all tuckered out, huh? Let’s get you up to bed, darlin’, Daddy’ll tuck you in.”
He stands up with a groan, cradling you in his muscled arms, and carries you into the bedroom. You’re already drifting off to sleep when he sits you on the bed, carefully stripping you of your ruined underwear and helping you into a clean, sensible pair of cotton undies. He retrieves one of his oversized “Miller Contracting” shirts from his drawer and slips it over your head, helping your weak arms through the sleeves. Brushing your hair away from your face, he places a scruffy kiss to your hairline and helps you lay down onto the cool sheets. He pulls the covers up all the way over your shoulders, the way he knows you like, and smiles to himself when you burrow yourself into the sheets.
He takes a quick shower to rid himself of the grime and grit he collected on his skin during the day, and slips into bed beside you. Another private smile and a small shake of his head when you instinctually turn to face him and snuggle into his warm body, wrapping your arms around the breadth of his upper arm and inhaling the masculine cologne of his body wash.
He reaches across his chest to gently scratch at the top of your head, prompting a dreamy little noise from you. “Just like I said,” he whispers to himself, “a lil’ puppy.”
He wouldn’t have you any other way.
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not really sure who to tag for this one, gonna use the same list from my last fic if that's okay!! anyone else please let me know if you'd like to be tagged on my future fics!!
tag list: @beefrobeefcal @gracieispunk @iamasaddie @rebel-held
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bkgml · 2 years ago
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i absolutely LOVE your works!! could you write about y/n and bakugo having a argument and y/n sleeping on the couch? i dont mind if its gonna be a sad or happy ending ;D
(feel free to ignore this ask!)
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WOOOO I GET SUCH A BOOST WHEN PPL COMPLIMENT MY WORK is that shallow idk but like even if it is you can’t blame me 😚
“leave me alone katsuki.” you frown, tears in your lash line as you walk into the kitchen.
“stop acting like a child yn.” he calls after you.
you stop before inhaling sharply to regain your composure. you’re not in the mood to argue, you had a really long day today and you just wanted to cuddle katsuki and go to bed.
you continue walking to the fridge so you can make dinner.
“now you’re fuckin ignoring me? it was one date.” he says coldly.
that pushes you over the edge. whipping your head to glare at him.
“one date?! katsuki you’ve missed 15 dates. you’re constantly prioritizing me over your job and i get left behind to pick up the pieces. i’m sick of it!!” you scream.
he walks toward you, caging you into the counter and you frown because you know what he’s looking for.
“you can’t kiss me and expect this to all go away katsuki. it’s happened too many times!” you frown, pushing him away.
he lets you, taking the hint.
“you know i need to go into work when they call me, you’re being selfish!” he yells and slams his hand on the countertop.
you jump away from him and your eyes fill with tears.
“don’t yell at me.” you frown.
“i’m gonna go to bed. i don’t want dinner.” you mumble, rushing past him to go to the family room.
“you’re not sleeping on the couch.”
“don’t tell me what to do!!” you snap.
he purses his lips and turns to leave.
“i’m sleeping on this couch before you decide to do the proper thing and apologize like an adult.” you call after him.
his fists clench and he stoms into the bedroom.
you force yourself to sleep. you’ve forgiven him way too many times.
katsuki lies awake in his room. counting how many minutes have passed without you coming to bed. he didn’t know you were this mad, he wants to spend time with you so badly. unfortunately hes trying to save up for the perfect ring and has taken on too many shifts. hes hoping he hasn’t fucked up bad enough for you to leave him.
at that thought, he makes his way to the living room. peeling back the warm blankets in exchange for the cold air of a girlfriend-less night.
he finds you in a light sleep on the couch.
“baby.” he says, brushing your hair out of your face.
“baby come to bed please? ‘m sorry.” he says, lowly.
your eyes flutter open and you frown at him.
“i said im not coming to bed, suki.” you pout.
he grunts in frustration.
“fine.” he says, standing.
you think he’s on his way back to bed so you shut your eyes once again.
only to feel your body get crushed by his weight.
“katsuki.” you groan, trying to shove him off.
“not moving.” he says while wrapping his strong arms around your waist.
“i’m not done being mad at you.” you whisper into the silence.
he removes his arms in favour of pulling up your shift to press soft kisses to the spot on your tummy that sends butterflies to flutter around your stomach.
“i know.” he replies in between kisses.
“but i’m done with you being mad at me.” he says while putting your shirt down over his head.
you sigh, attempting to pull the shirt back up so you can see his face.
he doesn’t let you though, preferring to nose at the soft part of your tummy.
“i know you’re hiding a blush under there.” you say.
“no you don’t.” he replies, resuming his kisses.
“alright.” you say softly.
he pops his head out now, thumbs starting to rub circles into your hips.
“hm?” he questions.
you sigh before reaching to cup his cheek.
“i forgive you,” you mumble and he smiles softly, leaning into your palm.
“i guess.” you grin and he bites your hand.
“ow! don’t push your luck.” you frown.
“sorry,” he mumbles.
“i guess.” he says and your grin drops.
he cackles loudly before standing and throwing you over his shoulder.
you laugh with him and bite his waist.
“hey.” he grunts and throws you on the bed.
you giggle and open your arms.
he shuffles up until his entire body weight is on you and his face is in your neck.
“don’t sleep on the couch ever again.” he mumbles, lips grazing your neck giving you shivers.
“don’t do dumb shit ever again.” you mumble back and he frowns.
“said i was sorry.”
“i know.” you smile, brushing his hair off his forehead and pressing a lingering kiss to his skin.
he hums in content as his eyes flutter shut before he falls asleep.
“miss another date and i’ll fucking kill you.” you whisper.
his eyes snap open.
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rottingworship · 26 days ago
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Beg and Bargain
The Proxies x F!Reader | Chapter Eight
[Masterlist]
Summary: Things keep happening, and as always, they are happening to only you.
Warnings: 18+!, wet dreams, light smut, violence, unhealthy relationship dynamics, non-sexual name calling, not beat read
Word Count: 4.1k
A/N: I've been sitting on this one... mental illness is real sadly and i got super anxious to post. dipping my toes back in the b&b water babes (dividers by cafekitsune and @sister-lucifer)
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You are face down, ass slightly upward. You are sticky with sweat and your eyes are half lidded, pupils completely dilated. Hips sloppily press into yours and a low moan escapes you. Your fingers grip the sheets beneath you, and you are on fire. Positively burning. You let out a soft whimper as a hand slaps against the bare skin of your ass.
The motions become more harsh and even sloppier. Squelches fill the room. A laugh comes from behind you, causing your eyes to cut towards the noise.
Toby is behind you, railing into you now. He bends down; his back pressed to yours and nips your ear. “Taking m-me so fucking w-well.” He huffs out.
“Toby-” You whimper softly.
Your name rolls off his tongue, but it sounds more like a question than anything, causing you to moan out a hum. “Wake up.”
Your eyes snap towards him again. “Huh?” You tense; your whole body becomes tense. “Toby?” You whisper.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.” His facial hair tickles your cheek.
Your eyes snap open. You are met with bright eyes and a smug smile. A gasp escapes you and you try to push yourself back. Your back hits the cushion of the couch. You squeak and flail slightly.
“You w-were whimpering.” Toby smiles at you.
“What?” You yell it out, mostly accidentally. “I was not!”
“You were.” Toby nods. “You s-said, ‘Toby?’” He mimics your tone, laughing. “What were you dr-dreaming about?” Toby cocks his head.
“Shut up.” You rub your eyes. Your face is hot, and your stomach is in knots. You want to make Toby forget, but you are not sure how well that will work. You know it would not work in your favor though. So, you take his bullying.
“I can o-only assume it was about m-me.” He states it as a fact. “But-” He starts, “-what c-could it possibly have b-been about?” There is a pause as he stares at you. His eye twitches slightly. You tense. He begins to laugh again. His hand reaches for you, touching your arm as he laughs so loudly. You don’t pull away, you are stuck. And suddenly, Toby is not laughing. “Whoa,” He looks at you. “You’re burning up.”
“Yeah,” You swallow hard. “I think I was having a fever dream…” You nod slowly at him.
“A fever dream?” Tim walks in. “What is going on here? I woke up to Toby’s maniacal laughter and now you’re sick. It’s just one bad thing after the next.”
Toby’s hand moves to your cheek. You move away slightly. Tim makes his way towards you and crouches down beside Toby. His hand touches your forehead. “You are really hot.”
“In more ways than one.” Toby snorts.
Ever since saving your life, Toby has been nicer to you. But he’s still so… Rough. He’s prickly and hard to read. But sometimes he does say things that make you heat up. Things that make you drop your guard. Things that make you want to let him in. And then he does something mean again.
Tim seems concerned. His and Toby’s hand drop from your face. “You said you had a fever dream-”
“Yes,” You nod violently, “A fever dream.”
“One that le-left her whimpering my name.” Toby smirks again.
Tim sucks in air through his nostrils and looks at you for a moment. He stands up and motions for you to get up as well. “Toby, stay right here.” Tim points at Toby’s spot. Toby grumbles and rolls his eyes. Tim asks you to follow him, and you do, right to the back porch. He hands you a jacket from the back of a kitchen chair before stepping out back. You slip it on and wait for him to talk.
“That wasn’t a fever dream, was it?”
“Huh? I mean, I’m burning up-”
“You aren’t sick.”
“I could be.” You shove your hands into the pockets of the jacket, not breaking eye contact with Tim. Tim does not back down. You let out a loud groan, “Fine! I don’t think I’m sick!” You throw your head back, and stare at the sky. “I’m much worse actually.”
“You know,” Tim narrows his eyes at you, “You’ve been acting weird the past four days. Since Toby saved you. A lot weirder… more awkward than usual.”
You groan, “Please, don’t make this even worse.” You whine. “Kate makes this hard enough.” You whisper the last part.
“I know,” Tim gives you a reassuring pat on your bicep. “Look, you’ve been distant these past few days, since healing up. It doesn’t even seem like you want to sleep.”
“I don’t.” You admit.
“The operator can affect a lot, I know-” Tim begins, until you interrupt him.
“The operator is giving me wet dreams?” You blurt out.
Tim freezes. His eyes widen before he contains himself. “Uh, what?” Tim soaks everything in, blinking at you. “You’re upset over wet dreams?”
“They’re constant!” You throw your hands up. “If I’m not having nightmares, I’m having dreams about-” You pause. “I’m leaving it at that.”
“Who?” Tim’s interest and curiosity has been piqued. You give him a confused look and he continues. “Who are you dreaming about?”
“All of you.” You whisper in defeat, hands going back into your pockets.
“Please,” A voice comes from behind you, causing you to jump. “Please tell me I’m not in those dreams.” Kate deadpans.
You grunt, “No. Kate you are not in my hot and heavy dreams. And if you were, I would wake myself up so fast!” You growl out at her, stopping yourself from pouncing. Knowing she would completely rock your shit also stops you from attacking her. You are left baring your teeth and she does not have a care in the world.
Kate rolls her eyes and walks into the cabin. You are hot on her trail, Tim right behind you. Kate has been nothing but hateful since you found out about her. You are getting fed up with her attitude. She still does not care.
“What?” She snaps, turning back to you.
Brian and Toby, who are both in the living room, snap their heads towards the two of you. They seem to know this is going to end horribly.
“You have been nothing but nasty to me!” You bark at her. “I’m surviving, barely, and you are being bitchy!” Kate watches you while you have your outburst. “I’ve realized we are all stuck together, we can’t always get along, but- Fuck! We could at least be cordial!”
Kate takes everything in. Tim, Brian, and Toby watch in horror as Kate begins to grin… Her teeth are bared now, and she’s smiling all the while. Fear creeps in. She is terrifying. Kate closes in on you. You back into Tim, who instinctively grabs you. Neither of you move any further.
“Damn!” Kate howls. She is furious. “You sure are ballsy for someone who is so fucking helpless!” Kate is in your face, her nose almost pressing to yours. “You sure did seem so powerful,” She drags out the ‘o’ in ‘so', making your stomach flip, “when I saw you in the woods mind controlling that officer. And now look at you! Can’t even sleep 'cause you’re so nervous about having a wet dream about one of these fucks!”
You tense, jaw clenching. She does not stop.
“You look like a kicked puppy.” She snorts. “You are harmless-”
Without thinking, you move. Tim does not stop you in time. Before you know it, your hand is reared back, and it is slamming into Kate’s cheek. You are just as mad as she is now.
“Shut the fuck up.” You hiss the words out between clenched teeth, voice dripping venom. Kate is stunned. She looks at you with wide, animal-like eyes. She is ready to fight. “I’m not your fucking enemy Kate. Is it going to kill you to be a little nicer to me?”
She lets out a laugh. “Yes.”
With that, Kate snatches you forward. Your hair is in her hands, and she slams you into the floor. She’s on top of you in an instant. She picks your head up by your hair and slams it into the wooden floor beneath you. A scream rips from your throat. Your eyes shut tight, and your hand grabs her wrist.
“Not going to control me? Are you too afraid?”  Kate feigns sadness for you. She stops beating you momentarily, giving you a chance to collect yourself, even if just briefly. “Look at me, fucking look at me!”
Your grip on her wrist tightens and your eyes snap open. Your pupils are blown wide, and your nose begins to bleed, ever so slightly. Kate is frozen. Her eyes glaze over, and her hand releases your hair. Your breathing is heavy but becoming more normal. Kate’s body goes limp, and your nose begins to heavily bleed. Kate removes herself from you and you release her wrist. She shakes her head, coming back to reality, and you sit up.
“Do not do that ever again.” You warn her.
Kate is baffled; everyone is silent. Toby is the first to speak. “D-did you just-just use your powers without talking?”
Kate is slack jawed in front of you. You sit up and place your head in your hands. You do not completely realize what you have done. You groan; your head is pounding. Your face still aches from getting obliterated a few days ago, and now your head is hurting all over again, you are sure you are never going to catch a break.
You push yourself up, and stare at Kate, eyes back to normal now. “Don’t do that again. Understand?” Your voice is stern.
The room is silent for a moment. You are standing your ground, to Kate’s surprise, and you are not budging. She watches you momentarily. Suddenly she’s smiling at you. A wicked grin, teeth bared once more.
“You aren’t compelling me?” She asks in return. As soon as you shake your head, she laughs. “You’re pretty stupid. But-” She seems to be weighing her options, “as long as you don’t give me a reason to attack you, I’ll leave you alone.”
You narrow your eyes at her and realize that is the best you are going to get from her. “Fine. I’ll leave you alone.” You agree.
The both of you leave it at that. Kate walks to the kitchen. You are, once again, the only one left hurt.
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You are sitting on the couch messing with your phone when Brian approaches you. You do not immediately look at him. He sits beside you and peeks over your shoulder. You ignore him.
“What are you doing?”
“Playing Pokémon.” You reply, still looking at your phone. He cocks a brow at you. “I have an emulator.” You focus on your phone a little harder. Praying Brian leaves you alone. You cannot be so lucky.
“Forget that,” Brian gently takes it from you. You do not fight back. “I have a question.”
“I may have an answer.”
“Earlier, this morning, you compelled Kate.” As he speaks, you nod at him. You hold back a groan. You know where this is going. “But you didn’t say anything…” He seems to be thinking.
“What’s the question?” You need him to get the point.
“Have you done that before?” He cocks his head.
“No.” You deadpan. You reach for your phone. Brian does not keep it from you. You grab it from his hand and look back at the screen. “Never really tried.”
“This is huge!” Brian seems more excited than you are.
“No, probably just a fluke.” You shrug. There is a brief pause between the both of you. “Brian, can I ask you a question now?” As soon as he nods, you continue. “About Kate-” You put your phone down and look at Brian. You sigh. “-is she always like that?” He thinks for a minute. Your face scrunches. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Why are you asking?” He cocks his head.
“I- I can’t help but feel bad for her-”
“She banged your head into the floor.” Brian laughs. It is comical, you know that. “Why? Why do you feel bad?”
“We are kind of all stuck together and- and-” Your fingernails are suddenly digging into your palms. Brian’s brows furrow. “She was here first. She slept here. And then suddenly I show up. Someone ‘helpless’ and ‘weak’. I’m taking everything…” At least you cannot help but feel that way. “Where has she been staying? Since I arrived?”
Brian shrugs, “I don’t know. I don’t really keep up with her whereabouts. She comes and goes, always has. I’m sure she’s fine.” Brian tries to reassure you.
“Look,” you put your hands up. “I’ll divulge your interest in my abilities if you give me, I don’t know, a few minutes. Stay right here!” You stand up once Brian nods and make your way down the hall. You pass Toby’s room, and you hear groaning. While that has become a common occurrence, the more wet dreams you have and the longer you go without being fucked, the more he groans turns you on. You want to hate it, but something in you is curious… You push past for now.
You knock on Tim’s door and hope he is in a more decent state than Toby. Thankfully, he is. He opens the door, and you stand in the hallway, smiling awkwardly at him. Once he gets the hint you want to come in, he motions for you too.
You start before he can. “Now!” You put your hands up in immediate defense, “Do not get any ideas from what I’m about to ask.” Tim seems confused. You continue. “I’ve been thinking, ever since this morning-”
“Since our porch talk or since you got your head banged into the floor?”
You groan. “Okay, now this is going to be really weird…” You frown. “Surprisingly enough, since I got attacked by Kate.” You inhale sharply and try to get your question out in a serious way. Without sounding… Desperate. “Kate used to sleep on the couch. I, now, sleep on the couch-”
Tim looks even more confused now. “Yes? What is this about?”
“I feel bad for Kate.” As soon as you say this, he laughs. “Oh my god! That’s what Brian did too…”
“Did Kate beat you into feeling bad for her?”
You shake your head. “I’ve been thinking!” You throw your arms out. “She doesn’t have a place to sleep in this house now. But she could-”
“You offering to sleep outside?” Tim asks, smirking. He knows. He seems to have an inkling of knowing what you really want.
“No!” You run a hand through your hair, nails scraping your scalp. “Forget it.” You begin to walk off. Tim’s hand grabs your arm in an instant. His grip is not tight, but it does cause you to tense. You are hyper aware of how his hand feels on your skin. You are burning up again. Heat prickles across your face, you do not want to look at him.
“Hey,” Tim’s voice is soft. “What’s your actual question?”
You stay facing the door. “If you’re okay with it,” You pause, thinking about every outcome of what’s about to leave your mouth, “can I stay in your room?”
“I need you to look at me.” He speaks with a firmness, but there is a playful tone somewhere in there. You follow his directions. “Now, ask again.”
“You’re mean, you know that?” You cock a brow at him. Your eyes meet his. “Can I stay in your room? I could sleep on the floor. Or that chair over there!” You point towards it. “I feel so bad for Kate. She should have the couch back.”
Tim smiles. “We can share my bed.” He does not let you go immediately. “You know, there are two other beds in this cabin. Why did you ask me?”
“You know why.” You frown again. He wants you to explain it. “I know you better- I’m more comfortable around you-”
“It doesn't have to with the good hea-”
“No!” You shout at him. “No! It does not.” You huff. “I have to go tell Brian about my compulsion now, so if you’ll excuse me-” You pull away from Tim and leave. He walks behind you. You tense again. Brian is still waiting in the living room for you. He stands up as you enter the room, he gives you and Tim a look. You refrain from rolling your eyes. “Are you still curious about my abilities?”
Brian nods. He does not ask about Tim, he just wants to know about what you do, more specifically, how you do what you do. “I'm always curious.” He smiles at you.
“Okay, well, I'm not sure where to start…”
Brian seems to know. “When did you know about your ability?”
“Oh,” you hum and place a finger to your chin, “just about when I hit puberty. I'm still not sure where or how it even came about.” You shrug. “I do know, for a fact, I only ever controlled people when speaking though. So earlier? That was bizarre…”
“You said it could be a fluke-”
“Wh-what’s a fluke?” Toby enters the living room, wearing nothing but sweatpants. You can tell. And suddenly, seeing his happy trail and toned muscles, you know you are no better than man.
You can't answer, your eyes immediately look away from him. Toby seems to catch that. Brian answers for you. “She's never used her powers without speaking. She thinks it was a fluke, when she controlled Kate without saying a word.”
“I mean,” you rub your arm, “what if she just wanted to quit beating me?”
They all laugh. Loudly. “No-no way.” Toby shakes his head. He lights up. “Try me!” He takes a step closer to you. You are caught, a deer in headlights, when he is standing inches from you. Your eyes widen and you look up at him.
“I don't want another nosebleed.” Your voice is strained, eyes moving to the ground.
“I-I know.” He shrugs. “Think of this as a p-practice. If it d-doesn't work, y-you won't get a nosebleed.”
You look up at Toby and inhale sharply. Your jaw clenches and you swallow hard. Your eyes lock with him and you try to think about what you want him to do. You cannot think. At all. He does not have his muzzle on, but his cheek is bandaged. Visions of your dreams come flooding back. Your stomach flips.
“What are you doing?” Brian and Tim speak at the same time.
“I don't know what to make him do!”
“Make him sit down.”
You nod. You focus on Toby and think about telling him to sit on the couch. You tense; your breath catches in your throat without you realizing. Toby notices. He smirks at you.
“Breathing m-may help. Just uh, a suggestion.” You take a deep breath. As you do, Toby seems to reach enlightenment. He gives you a scary smile and his eyes light up. “Maybe… M-maybe it has to do wi-with being in danger.”
It clicks. “Touch me?” You aren't controlling Toby, just asking politely.
“Do you-you want to go to my room first?” He laughs. Your eyes darken and cross your arms. Toby’s hand quickly moves, grabbing your face. He is squishing your cheeks, and you are caught off guard as soon as he touches you.
“You asked him to touch you, and you act shocked when he does.” Tim smirks. They are enjoying this too much.
You grab Toby's wrist and your grip tightens. Let go. The thought lingers. Toby's eyes glaze over, and you release his wrist. His hand falls from your face, immediately replaced by your own, rubbing the soft skin he had just gripped rather tightly.
You feel the blood begin to trickle and release Toby from your mental grasp. His and your eyes return to normal, and Toby seems giddy. He craves you. You cannot possibly grasp how much he does…
You wipe your nose and look at the three men. You are proud. “Maybe it wasn’t a fluke…” You look back at Toby, and the look in his eyes is absolutely terrifying. His eyes are dark and filled with something you have not seen often, really. Lust. You are sure it is lust. Your stomach flips. You hope it is a normal lust. And not a bloodlust.
“Told you,” Brian bumps your shoulder.
The back door opens and Kate walks in, bloodied and pissed. She’s wearing her mask, but the way she stalks into the house tells you enough about her mood.
“We have good news.” Tim places a hand on your shoulder as he looks at Kate.
She rips her mask from her face and glares at you. No one else. Just you. You want to cower. You suck in air and lean into Tim. Kate’s eyes flicker from Tim and back to you. “What?” Her jaw is clenched.
“You can have the couch back.”
Kate freezes. Her eyes narrow and she looks back at Tim. Her eyes linger on him, and she looks at Toby and Brian. They seem confused too. You do not move. You did not want to bring the news up this way. You are not sure how everyone will react. And here is Tim, being so nonchalant and happy. Seemingly not caring to read the fucking room.
“Where is this one going to sleep?” She points at you, her eyes locking with yours again. She does not even care to say your name. Tim does not have time to say anything. “Oh!” Kate snaps. “In your room, I assume?” She points at Tim. “All you do-” She steps forward, and Toby immediately steps between the two of you. “-is fuck around! You’re just here, ‘barely getting by’, not even trying! All you do is survive! And I don’t know how you even do that!” She is looking past Toby, straight at you. You pout at her. “I was out today, doing what I’m supposed to do, and almost got found out by that fuck you failed to kill just days ago!”
The look on your face seems to send Kate over the fucking edge. “Yeah!” She pushes Toby, who immediately grabs her shoulder and pushes her back. “He’s getting close! We’ve been here all this fucking time, nobody bothering us, and then you come along!”
Tim’s hand drops from you, and he steps towards Toby, trying to help him calm Kate down. Brian joins in. Kate is screaming at the top of her lungs about how stupid you are. Memories of your past relationship are flooding back. Fight or flight kicks in, and this time, you are not fighting. You, barefoot and not dressed for winter weather, book it for the door.
You sprint. You swing the door open, bound down the stairs, and push towards the woods. You hear screaming behind you. Adrenaline is running and you are not stopping. Tears stream down your face. You do not care if you get lost. You are sure The Operator will not let that happen. You have no intention of leaving forever, you just need air. You are sobbing, unable to fucking breathe.
When you finally stop, you lean against a large tree. You notice you forgot your phone and you have no way of contacting anyone. “Fuck!” You hiss to yourself, “maybe Kate’s right…” Your head rolls back, hitting the tree. “I’m just stupid and harmless…”
You are freezing. Your body is almost burning from the cold, and your lungs are heaving for air. You stand up and wrap your arms around yourself. You need to find your way back home. You pray Kate does not find your first. You try to retrace your steps.
A branch snaps ahead of you, and you freeze. As you stop you realize just how badly your feet hurt. Your eyes widen and your arms wrap tighter around you. And then you hear it. Your name stuttered through the air. You want to feel relief really, but something in you is still nervous.
“There you a-are.” Toby is wearing warm clothes now, but all you can think about is his earlier attire, or lack thereof… “That w-was not fucking smart.” Toby clicks his tongue at you. He begins to take his jacket off. “You’re luck-lucky I found you first.” He hands you his jacket and you are still stunned. “Aw, not ev-even a thank yuh-you?”
“Thank you,” You gently take the jacket. “Where are the others?” You whisper.
“Kate’s pr-probably hunting you.” Toby says that as if it is normal. “Tim, Brian, and I-I were trying to f-find you. I won.” He smiles.
You nod. “Can you take me home?”
Home. It is your home now. Toby catches that but does not say anything. He nods, beginning to lead you towards the cabin.
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Nomenclature - Kim Taehyung / V
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Prompt: “Tell me your name.” “No.”
Prompt request: HERE
Genre/tags: Fluff, strangers to lovers, simp! Taehyung, christmas cliche, some mentions of Yeontan passing (RIP Yeontan 🪽)
Pairing: Taehyung x she/her reader
a/n: I was again inspired by their song, winter ahead's music video is just truly beautiful :') Happy holidays everyone!
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“Tell me your name.”
“No.”
“But, why???”
You rolled your eyes, simply walked past the guy who had been pestering you for weeks now. 
Allegedly, his name was Kim Taehyung. Ever since he moved to the town and bumped into you that one time at an art exhibition, this was all he ever did. You found out he was a sculptor, and that a few of his pieces were in fact shown that time. No one was supposed to know about this information because he was using an alias called “Vante”, but your friend Namjoon who was the art curator was a bit nosey. That was also probably how this Taehyung guy found out about your workplace. 
To be quite honest, you didn’t know why someone like him would want to move in a small town. He had looks, money, and supposedly fame too. He looked more like a Los Angeles or Paris kind of person. With those wavy black hair, perfect sculpted by the gods face, you would assume he was a model. But instead here he was, disturbing your cleanup duty. 
“Namjoon said that you’re the same age as me.” 
“Namjoon needs to shut the fuck up sometimes.”
“Wow, easy.” He chuckled, slumping down on the table. “I never ask him for your name though. I want to achieve it myself!” 
You looked around your donut shop and sighed. You still needed to clean the tables and it was already half an hour past closing time. 
“I’ll help.” He stood up with a boxy grin, pointing his finger up. 
“You can help me by going home.” You rolled your eyes. 
“Come on… I have no friends here.” He whined. 
“Namjoon is your friend, no?”
“He’s barely in town.” 
“I’m sure you can make friends elsewhere.” You said as you wiped the counter. 
He hummed, puffing his cheeks. “Why don’t you hire me? I can work part time. I’m mostly free! It seems like a lot of work just by yourself here…” 
“It’s only busy on holidays, usually I can manage it very well. And I do have a staff with me, he’s just currently not here since his dad is sick.”
He chewed the inner part of his cheeks, seemingly in thoughts again. He didn’t say anything but you saw him started cleaning the mess from the tables and throwing them to the trash. 
“So, how long have you been running this place?” 
“It’ll be two full years this December.” You said, your voice slowly going far as you moved to the kitchen. 
The man quickly followed you, clearly still wanted the conversation to keep going. You didn’t even bother to tell him away at this point. Maybe the company wasn’t so bad. 
“That’s cool.” He nodded, looking around the kitchen. “Have you always loved baking?”
“What is this, an interview?” You glared. 
“Maybe?” He giggled. 
“As a kid I used to want to study fashion and tailoring, but money was tight and I ended up just going for a normal and boring degree which is, accountancy.” 
He voiced an “ah” and nodded. “If you have the chance, would you still do it? Pursuing fashion and all…”
“I don’t know.” You sighed, hands full with the dishes. “The shop needs me. She doesn’t have anyone else.” 
“She?” He looked at you in amuse. 
“Yeah, it’s a she.” You held down a chuckle. 
He quietly helped you dry the plates and put them on the rack. 
Finally finished with the chores, you turned off the lights and grabbed your jacket. As you moved to the door, the man just followed you around like a puppy. 
“See ya, Taehyung.” You waved blankly and turned away, walking to the opposite direction. 
“Wait!” He called, making you stop in tracks. “Do you want me to drive you home?”
“My home is just a ten minute walk.” 
“Then I’ll walk you!” He smiled happily. 
“I’m not giving away my address to you.” You folded your arms. 
“Uh… text me when you get back home then?”
“I do not have your number.”
“That’s why we need to change that now.”
“It’s fine.” You turned your back again, the disappointed expression in his face went unseen to you. “Thank you for the offer though.” 
He sighed with a smile, but waved his goodbyes to you anyway. There was always a next day, he thought. 
You didn’t see him again until the next three days. This time he dropped by for a coffee, that you had recently noticed was bought for the sake of buying something, and a chocolate donut along with it. It seemed like this time instead of bugging you, he just sat there, sketching on his small sketch book, looking like he was shooting an advertisement for your cafe. 
He never greeted you nor had he said anything to you and he had been sitting there for four hours now. Your staff had offered to talk to him, but it just did not feel right to disturb him while looked so passionate. The shop wasn’t too busy at the moment anyway. 
“You sure he’s not a creep?” Jungkook, your staff said to you in a whisper. 
“Can’t exactly say he’s not one, but he’s harmless.” You told him. 
“He hasn’t touched his coffee.” 
“I don’t think he even likes coffee.”
“Then why even order one?! What a weirdo…” Jungkook looked at the guy with side eye. 
You heard the entrance door opened and saw a costumer. “Kook, handle the register for me, I’ll talk to the guy.”
Jungkook nodded and you went inside the kitchen. Grabbing an empty cup, you filled it with water before heading to the man sitting prettily at the corner. 
Taehyung was quick to put down his pencil and book as soon as he saw you placing down a glass of water. “Oh, hello!” He gave you a warm smile. 
“You need to drink something.” You told him, pointing at the water with your eyes. 
“Thanks, I already have the coffee though…”
“You haven’t even taken a single sip from it, Taehyung.” You folded your arms, leaning slightly at the table. “Why order one when you don’t like it?”
His eyes beamed. “You noticed???”
“You’ve been here for hours and the cup’s still full.”
“Sorry,” He chuckled and then took a full sip from the glass of water. “I wanted to look cool.” 
You rolled your eyes. “I don’t like coffee either. Not by choice cause I have acid reflux.” You told him. 
“We’re bonding already, I see… miss, uh…?” He eyed you. 
“Nice try.” You turned, walking away from him. You hoped he didn’t see the corners of your lips curled up ever so slightly. 
In the next few days he continued to visit your cafe to seemingly work on his sketch, but he did not get any coffee anymore. Instead, he now ordered some lemon tea alongside the chocolate donut. 
Usually, your shop would be closed on Sundays. You needed some time for yourself in order to prioritize your mental and physical health. But with the Christmas and New Year just around the corner, the place had been extra busy so you decided to open half day on Sundays just until the holiday season was over. 
That was why Taehyung looked so excited when he walked past the cafe and saw the lights on. 
“Welcome to Adore, what— oh.” You dropped your greetings as soon as your eyes met. 
“You’re open on Sundays now?” 
“Only during the holidays.” You simply said. “What can I get you?”
“Cherry jam filled donut?” He asked, pointing at the glass display. 
“Yup. It’s a holiday special.” 
“Interesting.” He hummed. “I’ll get one.”
“Alright. Anything else?”
“Nope. Please do print the bill with the cashier name on it this time…” 
“You’re never gonna give it up, huh?”
“You’re so dramatic. We’re basically friends at this point, why can’t I have your name?” He chuckled. 
You shook your head in disbelief. “If there’s nothing else, that would be two—“
“Boba-eyed boy isn’t here today?” He asked while looking around. 
“Jungkook’s shift doesn’t include Sundays.” You sighed. “Can we please proceed? There’s a line behind you.”
“Right, sorry…” He grinned awkwardly and paid the order. He waved you goodbye in a goofy way before exiting through the door. 
A lady who was a returning costumer was next in line. She smiled at you and spoke, “I’ve never seen him around before.”
“He just moved here around a month or so.” You told her. “What can I get you today?”
“Oh, the usual would be great, darling.” She smiled and you quickly typed matcha latte into the order. “I’d like the holiday hamper too, they look adorable.” 
You immediately went to get the donut set. “I know, right?” You smiled at her. 
You quickly typed and tally her order. After she was done with the payment, she spoke up again. “That boy seems nice… and seems into you.” She snickered. 
“Please don’t mind him.” You smiled at her and sighed. “He just has a lot of time in his hands.”
“Don’t be so negative, sweetheart. It’s almost Christmas.” 
She smiled before waving you goodbye, as you did the same to her. 
After the half day, you decided to spend your free time at the mall, window shopping and some actual light shopping too since you were looking for small gifts to give to your friends. On the way home, you were surprised to see Taehyung in front of your shop. He was tiptoeing in cold, hands in his pocket, trying to take a peek inside the closed store. 
“You’re here!” He waved cheerfully. “I didn’t know you closed early?”
“I only open until three on Sundays.” You said, feeling a little nervous seeing him outside work. “Did you wait for me…?”
“I want to give you this!” He quickly handed you a piece of paper, what appeared to be a ticket. “There’s a small art pop up at the town park next week. I have some of my works there and I was wondering if you want to come and see them with me?” He looked at you with hopeful eyes. 
You looked at the ticket and at him back and forth. A small art exhibition wouldn’t hurt anybody. The lady’s words somehow flashed through your mind. Maybe you needed to loosen it up a bit with the negativity. 
“It won’t clash with your work! It’s on Sun—“
“Sure.”
“Aww, man… I was hoping— wait, did you just say yes???” He widened his eyes at you. It was funny how he was already expecting you to reject him. 
“I mean, I’ll probably go either way so…” You shrugged. “I’m surprised Namjoon hasn’t told me anything about it.”
“I told him not to.” He smirked. 
“Well, that explains it.” You broke into a small smile. 
“Wow.” He gasped. “I just made you smile.”
Your expression dropped when you realized. “You’re crazy.”
He giggled, appeared to be very happy with himself. “Wanna take a stroll?”
Both of you ended up sitting down on a random bench across the river. The cold winter air was making you shiver and Taehyung being Taehyung, he quickly removed his coat and draped it across both of you. So now you were sitting shoulder to shoulder, under the moonlight. 
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, the cherry donut tasted great! You should keep it on the menu.” He showed you his thumbs up. 
“Really? I wasn’t so sure with the jam since I made them from scratch…” You thought. “It’s not overly sweet? I was worried the powdered sugar would be too much.”
“Nope.”
“You sure?”
“Why?” He turned to look at you with a mischievous grin. “You don’t trust my opinion?”
“N-No! I’m just making sure…” You looked away. 
Never knew looking at him in such close range would be this… nerve wracking. You never noticed his beautiful lashes, nor how unique his eyes were, one eye with monolid and the other had double. 
You cleared your throat, backing away slightly. You wondered why it suddenly felt hot even though you were out in the cold winter weather. 
“Is there a reason why I can’t know your name?” He suddenly asked. 
You looked around, fidgeting the hem of your sweater. “You’re too positive, too eager… It scares me.”
You were smiling, but Taehyung didn’t like the way your expression looked. The smile looked like it was laced with sadness behind it. 
“What made you decide to move here?” You asked, changing the topic suddenly. 
He looked like he wanted to protest, but chose not to. “I can’t stand the big city. Always thought I was born to live that life, but turns out I hate the crowd.” 
“Did you not have your alias before?”
“I used to star in movies.” 
“Damn, didn’t know you’re THAT famous.” You pouted your lips, impressed. 
“I’m no Ryan Gosling or anything, my thing was only on small movies or series.” He chuckled. 
“Wait, so you quit just like that???”
“My company kept pushing me on projects that don’t represent me. I was so fed up of putting on a facade in front of everyone, including behind cameras when meeting people in parties and whatnot…” He sighed. “And with my dog passing away recently, I thought a fresh start might be good for me. Cutting off all the toxic branches, you know?”
“I’m so sorry for your loss…” You couldn’t help but to feel sad hearing his story. 
“It’s okay. He’s been sick for so long, so he’s happier now somewhere.” He smiled. “Do you wanna see his pictures?”
You widened your eyes in surprise. “I can?”
“Sure. Just a sec…” 
He took out his phone and showed you a few photos from a dedicated album. Your heart melted upon seeing the images of the adorable Pomeranian. There was a few photos showing the dog wearing costumes, some he took with his friends, and even some selfies of him with the late dog. 
“His name was Yeontan.” He said, fingers still scrolling through the phone, letting you see more pictures. 
“I’m sure he was a good boy…” You gave him a smile. 
“The best.” He smiled back, almost teary eyed. 
Maybe it was the festivities around you, making your heart softened, but you finally agreed to him walking you back home. It was almost awkward to say goodbye as deep down you wanted to hug him. Not only as a farewell, but you wanted to comfort him after hearing his story. You were fighting with your inner morals and self respect, then ended up with a simple fist bump. To be fair, that was more you coded anyway. 
He was very sweet, waiting in front of your house, making sure you entered the door before leaving. You had to shoo him away through the window to make him leave. The sound of his laughter as he waved at you, sounded like a soft Christmas song. 
You did not get to see him until the day before the exhibition. You and Jungkook were busy cleaning up the place, and you could hear your staff’s growl when the sound of the door bell could be heard, thinking it was a costumer coming on closing time.
“Oh, it’s the creep.”
“Hello, boba boy.” Taehyung greeted playfully at the guy. 
“I do not like this guy.” Jungkook pointed to him and looked at you. 
You gave Tae a small smile before patting Jungkook’s shoulder. “I don’t either.” You chuckled. 
“Oh, yeah sure!” The younger guy protested, rolling his eyes. 
“I’ll be done in ten minutes.” You looked at the guy who was waiting next to the door. 
“Take your time.” He smiled at you, but earned another glare from the staff boy. 
After you were done and Jungkook went home, subsequent to giving the waiting man a few death stares. You heard Taehyung huffing and puffing, hands inside his pocket, while you were locking your entrance door. 
“What do you wanna talk about?” You asked him. 
“The exhibition is tomorrow…”
“I know.” You giggled. “And?”
“Hey, I don’t have your phone number to just text this thing, okay?” He said in defense, making you laugh. “I have something to give you though…”
“Oh? You don’t have to!”
You backed away one step from him but that did not stop him from taking out something from his pants pocket. He took out a small maroon colored jewelry box, and your heart was racing out because, to random people this might look like he wanted to propose to you.
He opened the box and showed it to you. A beautiful silver-plated Vivienne Westwood necklace was inside of it, you could notice it right away with the iconic Saturn orb. 
“Taehyung, I can’t accept this! I don’t even have anything to give you…” 
“I just think it’d look great with formal looks, for the exhibition and all…” He looked away shyly. “Just take it, please.”
Your hands were slightly trembling as you reached out for the box. “Thank you. It’s really beautiful.” 
“Uh huh.” He grinned, rocking back and forth playfully. “So uh… can I finally have your phone number? I kinda need to know when to pick you up…” He looked at you with hopeful looks. 
“Sure.” You chuckled. 
“Yes!” He threw his fist up, before quickly recollecting himself and cleared his throat. “Uh, here…” He handed you his phone. 
As you typed your number in, he suddenly stopped you. 
“Don’t type your name in!”
You looked at him with crooked head, wondering if he had lost his mind. The fact you were about to do it too. 
“Just tell me tomorrow, if you want to.” He grinned. 
“Okay…?” You chuckled and handed him back the phone. “What’s this all about?”
“Where’s the fun if I tell you.” You could see his cheeks turning a rosy color despite the low light. 
“Suspicious.” You eyed him, couldn’t help a smile. “But I’m intrigued.”
He flashed you his usual boxy grin, hands inside the pocket as he blew a cold smoke. “I’ll take you home?”
You might not realized it, but Taehyung had slowly but surely began to tear down the barrier you built one by one. Whether it was the constant affection, random jokes, or the small details that he would always noticed, whatever it was, his presence made you felt safe. 
Came next day, you had texted Taehyung when to pick you up at your home after work. The struggle and anxiety of choosing the right outfit really joined late. The whole day you thought you had figured it out, but when you finished putting it all together, you started overthinking. Does Taehyung like woman in skirts? Does he prefer woman with hair up or down? Would it be too much if you wear a little bit of makeup?
The choices landed on a simple black mini dress with a white shirt under it. It was the most formal-but-not-try-hard-but-also-still-cute kinda outfit you had. Your red plaid patterned pumps matched the whole theme of the Vivienne necklace that was gifted to you days prior. 
As you take a look at your reflection in the mirror, your phone rang. Expecting it to be Taehyung, you looked up the caller name revealing your friend Namjoon instead. 
“Hello?”
“You’re coming to the exhibition, right?” 
“I am. Why?”
“Tae’s picking you up?”
“Yeah, I think he’ll be here in fifteen.” 
“I’m assuming things are well between you and him?” There was a hint of sneaky teasing in his tone of voice. 
“Didn’t know you were trying to make something happen between us.” You said as you looked at the mirror, applying lipgloss. 
“Wasn’t suppose to, I don’t think that was his initial intention either.” The guy chuckled from the other line. “But I don’t know man… I just think it’s good to see you with someone again, no? You’ve been through so much and I think Taehyung is a good person.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, we don’t even know if he’s even thinking that way.” 
“Well, I know.” He emphasized. “Dude wouldn’t even make a move without my permission.”
You broke into a smile. “I didn’t know you’re that protective of me.”
“Hey, ever since what happened with that sick bastard, you had been shutting yourself down. You kept yourself busy with work, you don’t even socialize that much anymore…” He sighed. “And I know you are scared. I know you’re afraid of people that show you so much interest so fast, people who are all sunshine and happiness. But don’t you think it’s about time you try to trust again?”
“I don’t know Joon… to be honest with you, I feel safe with him. He seems like he has the purest intention, and even if he doesn’t even think about this romantically, I still want a friend like him. But…” You paused. “That’s why it’s even scarier. He’s broken all the walls I’ve built. If he hurt me, I’ll be back to ground zero again.” 
“It’s always worth the risk.” Your friend said sternly, assuring you. “And don’t worry, I’ll personally punch him in his goddamn top five most handsome men face if he ever tries to hurt you.” 
You laughed. “Thank you, Joon.” 
“Go get dolled up. I want jaws on the floor when you arrive.” 
“That’s not gonna happen, but whatever.” You laughed again. “See ya.”
“See you, lover girl.”
You had your fair share of Christmas movies. You were also never much of a romantic person yourself, so the Christmas movies dreamy golden retriever boy coming to sweep you off your feet cliche was never your cup of tea. But never say never, people said. 
The sleek back hair, the preppy white button up, the black suit. Who were you kidding, did this person steal his outfit from a movie set or something? You were sure you were getting picked up by a friend, not the prince himself. 
“Hi.” He said, a bit breathless. 
“Hi there.” You said bashfully. “You look great.” 
“Don’t steal my line.” He laughed, pulling his collar slightly. “Oh shit, I forgot.” 
“What is it?”
You saw the man quickly ran to his car and picked up something from the back seat. 
Lord saves us all. He came back with a bouquet. 
“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes, laughing. “You can’t keep doing this!”
“It’s too much, is it?” He eyed you with a smirk. 
“I like them though.” You smiled as he handed you the flowers. “Although I must admit, red rose is a bit overrated.” 
“It matches your shoes though.” He pointed out. 
“I guess you’re right.” You giggled. “Wait just a sec, I’ll vase them.”You came back a few minutes later after quickly finding a jar for the roses. “Ready?”
“After you.” He playfully said. 
You had the opportunity to bond over music taste through the car ride. You shared your playlist and so did he. You tried your best to not sneak in looks but you caught him doing the same thing a few times, in which both of you just laughed it off. 
“Wow, she’s finally out and about, folks!” Namjoon greeted you as soon as both of you were in sight. 
“I do go out sometimes, you’re exaggerating.” You slapped your friend’s arm jokingly. 
“Buying groceries doesn’t count.” 
You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just leave this guy.”
Taehyung laughed. “Wasn’t planning on letting him trail us anyway.”
“You guys are disgusting. I am busy too, excuse you.” Namjoon shook his head playfully. “Enjoy the show, don’t forget to see the main piece!” He eyed Taehyung, wiggling his eyebrows. 
“We get it. Now shoo.” Taehyung gestured with his hand at the tall guy. Namjoon laughed once again before leaving the two of you. “Shall we?” He asked, gesturing his arm in hopes you would link yours over. 
You nodded and happily obliged. 
He cleared his throat as both of you start walking. “I’m supposed to be your tour guide and I rehearsed my whole opening speech, but now I’m nervous as hell with you being this close to me.”
Your cheeks flushed and you giggled. “It’s okay, let’s just both be visitors today.”
“Alright…” He breathed out. “You can ask questions if you’d like. Not everything here is mine but I know a thing or two about them too.”
Soon your eyes landed on a grayscale painting with random splashes of shapes decorating it. You let go your hand from his arm, stepping closer to the artwork, admiring it from close range. The amount of small details made up for the lack of vibrant colors, the visible brush strokes and different textures made it look very unreal to you. 
“Caught your eye?”
“It must took a lot of time and effort doing all the different textures and details.”
“Yeah, it took me months. Made this while thinking about the last time I fell in love.” He smiled at you. 
You were taken aback. Your eyes went down to the small signature done by the man himself. “One would’ve think being in love involves more bright colors…”
“It was more complicated than that.” He stepped closer and stood next to you, eyes on the painting as well. “There was a mix of emotions in there. Happiness, sadness, the in betweens… But all of that memories belong to my past, hence the gray palette.” 
You were debating if you should ask more about the said past.
“You could ask, you know. If you’re curious…” He said, as if he could read your mind. “It’s okay, we ended on good terms. She just fell out of love. I guess I just bore her.”
“That’s awful. How could someone find you boring?” 
You froze when you realized what you had just said. 
The man chuckled as soon as he heard. “Thank you for the compliment.” 
You turned away, blushing. “Let’s move on.” You walked ahead. 
He followed your pace and walked aside you. “What about you? What’s your past like? If you don’t mind me asking…”
“I don’t really have that much experience.” You said with eyes still roaming the area. “Namjoon didn’t tell you anything?”
“He loves to gossip but he also cares about you very much, so no.” 
You smiled and puffed a sigh. “It might not sound like that much of a big deal, but the last person I dated lovebombed me at the lowest point of my life. I was dealing with the loss of my grandma, moving back to this town to continue her bakery, and he came to me just like that only to leave me for another woman like I was nothing.”
“Hey, that is a big deal what are you even talking about.” He stopped and looked at you, seemingly a bit pissed too after hearing your story. 
“I try not to let it get to me anymore, I guess.” You pulled the hem of his sleeves, signaling him to continue walking further. “It’s getting better now, thank you.”
“Thank you?” He eyed you.
“Yeah, thank you.” You smiled. 
He chose not to question it and just continue the tour with a big grin decorating his face. The two of you continued the tour before Taehyung suddenly stopped you from making a turn to the last room to see. 
“Uh, before you go I need to tell you something… I want you to know that this didn’t happen on purpose.” He plastered a nervous smile. 
“What are you talking about?”
“The inspiration didn’t quite reach me until the very last few days… I was supposed to sculpt a whole different thing, but I ended up with a bust.” 
“Oh? Then I can’t wait to see—“
“Wait,” He grabbed your wrist, stopping you. “I want to let you know that I made this because it’s all that’s been occupying my mind the past few weeks and I don’t mean it in a creepy way… in case you’re offended.” He chuckled nervously again. 
“Why would I get offended?” You looked at him suspiciously. 
He took a deep breath and breathed out heavily. “Let’s go see it.” 
Once you were inside, the first thing that caught your eye was a huge bust sculpture facing back. There was somewhat of a drip effect coming from the neck downwards, huge mess of concrete pooling at the bottom, creating the illusion of an unfinished raw work. From the looks of it, the statue seemed to be of a woman, but you couldn’t judge for sure. As you stepped closer, circling to get a better view, Taehyung quietly followed you from behind. 
You began to notice the ear, the side profile and how oddly familiar looking it was. Once you finally see the full front view, it all made sense to you. 
The sculpture was in fact made to look like you. It had your eyes, nose, lips, everything. It was you, with your hair up like how you would during work hours. 
“T-Tae… is this…”
“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at you with reddened cheeks. “What do you think?”
You were still in awe, speechless of seeing a literal art piece of yourself, most importantly, presented to the public eye. You weren’t sure if screaming or crying would be the appropriate way to react. 
Seeing you stunned silent, Taehyung began to panic a little. “It’s creepy, isn’t it? I’m sorry…”
“No!” You quickly voiced out. “It’s just… I’m just loss of words. I can’t exactly believe what I see.” 
“I can’t either.” He said, looking uneasy still. “It just happened out of nowhere. I only realized when I was already halfway done with your nose.”
“I…” You took a good look at the piece again, before continuing. “It’s really beautiful. I wasn’t even sure it’s me until I see the full view.”
“Well, that’s how you look in my eyes.” He giggled. 
You blushed. Clearly you didn’t have any comeback ready in you for this. 
“If you look closely, this piece doesn’t have a name yet.” 
You looked down to see the name plate empty, as told. Then something just connected in your head. This cheeky smart bastard. 
“Wanna name it?” He looked at you with a big contagious smile on his lips. 
You nodded, mirroring the smile he had on. Instead of immediately saying your name, you stepped closer and hugged him, in which he instantly returned, resting his head on top of yours. In his embrace you looked up and finally told him your name. 
The expression he had was mixture of joy and surprise. Both of you bursted into laughter in unison. For a moment, the world seemed to have stopped just for you. You even forgot the existence of other visitors wandering around. It was just you and him. 
Taehyung took out something from his side pocket, a black marker, which he wiggled playfully in front of you. He looked left and right, making sure no one would notice, before he quickly wrote something on the golden plate.
“What if someone sees you?!” You whispered. 
“Don’t worry, Namjoon already knows.” 
He chuckled and took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together as he led you through the exit. You didn’t get to see exactly what he wrote on the plate, safe to assume it was probably just your name. 
Little did you know, Namjoon had reached the room, examining the new named sculpture, with the word “Love” now scribbled on top of its name plate. He couldn’t help but to be happy for his dear friends. 
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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 3 months ago
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𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙎𝙄𝙓: Spit-Roasting w/ Spencer Reid [ft. Luke Alvez]
a/n: y'all this one actually FLABBERGASTED me... my mind will never fail to surprise me, and if i'm going to be honest, i listened to metal/heavy metal music the whole time and it helped me to stay focused for the actual hour it took me to write this 😭
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A perfect sandwich is what you’d like to call this.
Cradled between the bodies of two of the hottest Agents of your team is a sure fire way to spend your night, and you’re more than pleased.
Spencer’s lying below you, your knees settled on either side of his hips as your lips are met in a heated embrace. You’re as naked as the day you were born and he is too, his hardness barely poking at your full stomach.
You’re bent over him with Luke behind you, a heavy hand pressing down your lower back as he works you open with two big fingers. You’re moaning helplessly into the genius’ mouth, your nails digging into the pillows besides his head.
“Luke!” You pull away with a breathless moan, throwing back your head at particularly hard drag to your g-spot. “‘Feel good, sweetheart?” You can hear the cocky lilt to his voice, his nice, full lips no doubtedly pulled up into that familiar, cheeky smirk.
“Fuck – you’re such an asshole.” You swear and he just chuckles. “Yeah, yeah, say that to me when I’m not knuckle deep inside you, ‘kay?”
You grumble, but nevertheless reconnect your lips with Spencer’s who are pulled taunt in an attempt to hide his amusement. “Don’t –” You choke when Luke begins to draw circles tightly on your clit.
“Don’t encourage him.” Your words trail off in a whine.
“Sorry, baby.” Spencer says, but he doesn’t even sound all that sorry, but you’ll make him. You prop yourself on your right forearm while the other one trails down to grasp at his long cock, up stroking him just to hear that pleasurable sound of the air getting punched out of him.
“Shit!” He swears, his own neck extending back, and you connect your lips to the tanned skin there, nibbling relentlessly.
“So much for no marks, huh?” Luke pokes from behind you. “Don’t act like you didn’t get your turn.” You mumble just loud enough for him to hear.
You make sure that Spencer’s skin is painted red by the time you pull away, your strokes matching each time you roll the delicate skin between your teeth.
“Stop, stop. Not gonna last long.” He removes your hand, and you huff.
“Get back here then, Spence.” Luke sounds. “She’s had a real smart mouth all night, might have to put it to good use, don’t you think?”
Spencer raises a brow at his dominance but agrees, “Alright.”
Your skin heats at the implications of his words, and you’re dragged by your hips, Luke rearranging you so that he can step in front of you. You squeak and your knees burn at the sheets rubbing them, but it makes you shiver.
They settle into their respective places, Spencer’s lithe, long fingers holding your waist deeply contrast the roughness that is Luke Alvez.
Your eyes rest on Luke’s large cock bobbing in front of you, and you raise a brow. “Why hello, big boy.” You murmur with a small smirk. Your eyes flutter upwards to meet his, and he’s looking at you expectantly.
It’s clear you’ve gotten on his nerves, and you can’t help the feeling of sick satisfaction that spreads throughout you. Normally, Luke’s gentle during your encounters together, two men softly worship your body.
But not tonight. Nay, tonight, you wanted it rough, you wanted it mean, you wanted it hard.
“You’re no fun.” You pout but, open your mouth to engulf it over his precum covered tip, digging your tongue into the slit of it. He grunts, large fingers winding themselves through your hair to anchor you to him.
Spencer caresses the skin of your waist all the way down the sides of your thighs before trialing up to spread your ass, watching as his long cock sinks into you.
“God,” He groans, “You feel perfect.” His head is bowed downwards a bit, his eyes screwed shut.
You’re no better, now feverishly licking at the pulsing skin of Luke’s dick, taking him down as far as you can – which sadly isn’t very far considering the sheer girth of the man – but you pick up where you lack by jerking him off.
Luke hisses, eyes practically boring into where your mouth connects to him, and he gives an experimental rock of his hips. You choke for a moment, and you pull off of him, understanding what he needs.
“Fuck my throat please.” It’s a needy mewl, and you retake him into your throat, sinking, sinking, sinking, waiting for him to catch up. “You already know what to do if it’s too much.” You just hum, gripping him by his muscular thighs.
Spencer begins to set a pace, and every time he pulls out, so does Luke, until they’re met up in perfect harmony with one another, using your body as they please. You’re moaning, and the noises that are leaving the three of you are downright sinful. If this was a porno, you’re sure you would make millions.
Tears burn in your eyes and spit foams at the corner of your mouth, but that doesn’t stop you from relaxing your throat to take in more of him. Spencer keeps hitting your g-spot with coordinated ease. He pretty much knows your body like the back of his hand.
You feel the coiling of your gut signaling your end, and your walls flutter around the older male behind you. Your breathing stutters and your nails dig into Luke’s thighs.
He’s pulsing in your mouth, and Spencer’s hips are stuttering, growing less deliberate and uncontrolled as he begins to grind into you. You disconnect from Luke’s cock, your chest heaving. A dribble of spit draws a bridge from your lips to his tip.
“‘M close, fuck, ‘m so close.” You cry out, and your head falls forward to land on the man’s firm stomach. Spencer begins thrusting into you faster.
“I got you, sweet girl. Just a little more.”
You’re jerking Luke off as fast as you can, and your wrist burns, but you pay it no mind as you lean up.
Luke is groaning something guttural, feral, and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.
“Cum on my face. Please… I need it.”
“Anything you want.” Is his grunted response.
The three of you are frantic in your movements, desperate to meet your ends.
Luke comes first, cum shooting out and hitting your lips and chin, as well as your eyelashes as he trembles and shakes, the hand on your head holding a death grip of your scalp.
Spencer’s next to follow, and a hand finds itself between the two of you to find your swollen clit, and rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, until you gush all over him with a loud cry that could practically be considered a scream.
It’s silent for a moment and you fall forward, chest heaving and finding solace in the cool feelings of the sheet contrasting with what of Luke’s skin.
“Everyone alright?” Luke is the first to ask.
“Just peachy.” You hum, wiggling to get comfortable as Spencer pulls out of you.
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hazbinwhoree · 11 months ago
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Ok SOO THE NEW EPISODE JUST CAME OUT RIGHT, I was wondering if you could do a part 3 of the Adam x sinner fic where the sinner finds him in the aftermath of the fight and brings him back to their place. And like yk how sir p was redeemed, what if Adam comes back as a demon‼️ u write Adam so well, thx💜 
Adam’s Sinner
Part 3/3
A/N: “Adam is dead” Nuh uh.
When Adam had told her about his plan to attack the Hazbin Hotel, (Name) had told him it was a dangerous idea.
As he lay dying, Adam realized she’d been right. He was alone now, his exorcists having flown back to Heaven and Lucifer and his bitch daughter and her friends had left him to go take stock of the damage the fight had caused. Until suddenly, he wasn’t alone.
(Name)’s face appeared in his line of sight. For a moment he thought he was hallucinating, but he could never imagine the scream of pure agony she let out.
“Adam,” she sobbed, pulling his head into her lap and placing a gentle hand on his cheek. Adam closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
“This is the first time I’ve ever seen you without your mask,” (Name) realized through her tears. Adam smiled weakly. “Like what you see, babe?” He coughed up blood and (Name) cried harder.
“You can’t die, you can’t, please Adam, please,” she rambled through tears. “I think my fate is sealed. I’m sorry. I love you.” He closed his eyes and completely stilled, his chest no longer rising and falling. “NO!” (Name) screamed. “ADAM!”
She shook him gently but he was gone. Through heavy sobs, (Name) gently put his head back on the ground and threw herself across his body. She lay there crying for a few minutes before kissing Adam’s forehead and rising to her feet.
Adam’s body disappeared in a flash of gold before her eyes. At least she wouldn’t have to bury him.
With a heavy heart and tears still flowing, she made her way back to her apartment. When she opened the door, someone was standing in the middle of the living room.
“Welcome home, sugar tits, did you miss me?”
Adam had two spiral horns protruding from his hair on the top of his head, his wings were black, and he had a tail, but it was Adam. Without a second thought, (Name) rushed him, throwing herself into his arms.
“You’re here,” she cried. “You’re alive!”
“Reincarnated as a demon,” Adam agreed.
“Thank fuck,” (Name) sobbed into his chest. He smiled, holding her tightly. When (Name) pulled back, she looked up at Adam with an indiscernible look. “What?” he asked.
“Your face,” she said softly, reaching up to hold it. Adam melted at her touch. “Your real face. My handsome boy.” Adam blushed. “Shut up.”
(Name) just smiled. Adam leaned down to press his lips to hers. Her lips tasted salty from tears. She ran her fingers through his hair while they kissed.
“I love you,” she breathed when they pulled apart.
“I love you too.”
Adam lifted her up so they were face to face and reconnected their lips. (Name) kissed desperately, like Adam may disappear at any moment. When they finally pulled apart again, they rested their foreheads against one another.
“You’re here,” she whispered. “I’m here,” he confirmed. “Now we can see each other every damn day. Hope you don’t get sick of me.” (Name) hadn’t even thought about that. She laughed happily. “I could never.”
So it turned out that while Adam had reincarnated as his least favorite species, the pros heavily outweigh the cons.
He was happy.
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dark-fics-4-you · 1 year ago
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step bro rafe who plays football or hockey. idk it just seems hot🙏
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I’m gonna combine this with this request: Something with step bro rafe where the reader calls him rafey and it turns him on but she doesn’t know…
(This can be read as a continuation of my previous step bro!Rafe fic, but i’m not sure if I want to make a bunch of drabbles or one connected narrative so we’ll see what happpens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
Next chapter
Warnings: drinking, relationship between step siblings, rafe is having unpure thoughts👀
The stadium was packed with college students and fans, roaring as the whistle blew.
You were close to the field, eager to get a good view of Rafe. He was the star quarterback of East Carolina University, and for good reason.
He had led the team to victory in all 10 of their last games.
The score was evened out, with only a few seconds left on the clock, everyone was eager to see what would happen next.
When the whistle blew again and the ball was passed to Rafe, you cheered loudly.
He dodged two players, dancing around them before running all the way to the endzone.
Everyone on the crowded bleachers jumped to their feet, cheering and screaming at the touchdown, but no one was louder than you.
“Go Rafe! Go!! Woo!!!”
You beamed proudly as you watched him pump his fist in the air, fist bumping his teammates as they congratulated him.
You were one of the first people to rush to the field, running up to your older brother and practically jumping on him in your excitement to hug him.
“Oh my god, Rafey! That was such a good game!” You squealed. “You were awesome! That last touchdown was amazing!”
Rafe flashed you a grin, perfect teeth winking in under the bright lights of the stadium. “Thanks, Y/N/N. You know I win every game just for you,” he joked and you giggled along.
“Hey, some of my teammates and I are gonna go out for drinks after we get cleaned up, wanna tag along?”
“Sure!” You smiled up at him. You were always happy when he included you in things he was doing, which admittedly was a lot of the time.
“Perfect, sugar. Here are my keys,” he tossed you them. “Why don’t you bring the truck around to where the locker room exit is, you can wait in there till I’m done. Okay?”
“Yeah! Sounds good!” You parted ways, heading to the truck but you didn’t notice how his gaze stayed on your back as you walked away.
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“That’s a pretty hot piece of ass you had hanging around you, Cameron,” one of Rafe’s friends joked, suggestively nudging the blond with his elbow.
“Shut up, Wilson,” Rafe snapped. His stomach lurched at the comment. He didn’t like the idea of any of his friends trying to sleep with you.
In fact, he didn’t like the idea of anyone trying to sleep with you. The very thought made him sick.
“Hey, I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind if she came around more, amiright?” Wilson asked the other guys around him that had seen you and they all laughed and nodded.
“Knock it off, seriously,” Rafe warned. “She’s not interested.” He could feel his irritation rising, his face heating up.
“Damn okay Cameron, chill. We were just joking,” someone else interjected.
“Well I’m not fucking laughing.” He pulled on his shirt before slamming the locker door. “I don’t think I’m gonna go out tonight anymore. See ya at practice.”
A few guys complained, “come on Rafe, we didn’t mean anything by it.”
But he was already halfway out the door.
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“Change of plans,” Rafe said as he climbed into the driver’s seat and you clicked your buckle.
You looked at him inquisitively. “Oh?”
“We’re gonna go out, just the two of us. None of the guys.” He started the truck, pulling out of the parking lot and towards the road.
“Oh, okay.” You said in a confused tone. “Why are they not coming?”
He was silent for a moment and you glanced at him again.
“Rafey?”
“I just decided that I’d rather go out with my favorite girl instead,” he said with a smile, ruffling your hair and you grinned.
“Oh, okay!” You said happily. “Ooh could we go to this bar that I know, it’s on Seventh street.” You babbled away about the bar you wanted to go to.
Rafe shifted in his seat, trying as hard as possible to hide his growing erection, nodding along but he was finding it hard to pay attention to anything you were saying, attention shifting between watching the road, and turning to examine your features.
He pulled up to the bar and you hopped out of the car. You both showed your ID’s at the door and found a booth to sit at, Rafe pulling you in to the same side he was on so you could be closer.
A waiter came to get your drink orders, you got a fruity cocktail and Rafe got a beer, and Rafe ordered a plate of loaded nachos for you to share.
Your drinks came quickly and you offered Rafe a sip of your cocktail, which he took before offering you a sip of his beer.
You took a quick swig, face scrunching up at the flavor. “Bleh, I still have no idea how you like beer so much, Rafey!” You giggled, leaning against him in the small booth, his arm wrapped around your waist.
“You get used to it if you drink enough, Y/N/N.” The blond laughed, grabbing a nacho off of the plate in between the two of you.
“I just think it’s so gross,” you shook your head, smiling.
“Please, you’re one to talk. I still remember that time you tried to make mixed drinks for us at that party and they sucked so bad I nearly threw up.” He chuckled.
“Shut up! I got better afterwards!” You laughed hard at the memory. “So mean, Rafey,” you said with a fake pout.
“Not true, I’m always nice to you, Y/N/N,” Rafe sounded surprisingly earnest. “You know I would do anything for you.”
“I know, I know,” you finished your cocktail, catching the waiter’s eye before ordering a second.
You leaned back, melting into your step brother’s arms.
“You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” Rafe whispered quietly. “You know that, right?”
There was a strange moment when you met his eyes, odd feelings washed over you. The intensity in his look stirred something in you that you couldn’t identify.
“Yeah I know, Rafey. You’re my favorite person too.”
He smiled at that, pulling you closer to his warm body. You cuddled against his chest, enjoying the circles he was tracing lazily into your back with his fingers.
Your second drink arrived and you downed it quickly, feeling a little beyond tipsy by the time the two of you stepped out of the bar.
He drove you home, comfortable silence most of the way. You felt warm and the alcohol in your system made you feel much more affectionate.
Rafe opened the front door of the house for you, allowing you to lean on him drunkenly as he guided you inside.
When you reached the top of the stairs, you paused, not wanting to go to bed alone.
“Would it be okay if I slept in your bed tonight, Rafey?” You asked, looking up at your step brother with hopeful eyes. “I just feel more comfortable when you’re by me.”
“Sure, Y/N/N.” Rafe smiled at you, leading you to his room.
You kicked off your shoes, taking your shorts off before dropping them on the floor. “Do you have a shirt I could wear, Rafey?”
His eyes fell on you, noting your bare legs and the pink panties you had under your shorts. His mouth felt dry, and it took him a second to remember you had just asked him a question.
“Um, yeah I should have one…” he searched in a drawer, before tossing you the oversized shirt.
You pulled it on, unclipping your bra underneath the shirt before putting it with your shorts and top.
Rafe kicked off his shorts, stripping to his boxers before pulling his shirt off over his head. He stepped towards his door, flicking the lights off.
You crawled into his bed, breathing in his smell in the sheets, scooting over when he followed.
Usually when you slept in Rafe’s bed, you were the one who pressed to him, hugging his back as he faced away from you, but this time, you were surprised when you felt the warmth of his chest press to your back, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.
As you dozed off to sleep, you were none the wiser that your step brother was beside you, hard as a rock, and imagining things that were far from brotherly.
Chapter 2
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r0ttenhearts · 1 year ago
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can I request a charac using reader who has a crush on them for their own benefits. while reader is left to wonder why chrc acts like a stranger to reader in public. eventually confronting chrc and them brushing it off as not noticing, being too busy. until reader eavesdropped to a convo with chrc's friend abt chrc just using reader. and reader leaves and ignores chrc for a while and chrc slowly starts missing reader's presence, only to see reader with someone else and confronting reader about it. of course charac won't get the happy ending 😈
(preferably scara, or childe-- if u write for him.)
feel free to ignore, I think I haven't expressed my req properly 😭😭.
also can I be 🌧️ anon ? :>
thanks 🌧️ anon for the request ^^ i hope you enjoy!
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not your pet, anymore
scaramouche x reader
warnings: angst, arguments, insults, suggestive mentions
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“you love me, right?”
“of course i do, scara. you mean so much to me.” you whispered, fingers running through his hair as he leaned against you. his thick eyelashes fluttered shut, hand on his chest as he lay against you.
the biting cold of fall couldn’t compare to the warmth you two shared, huddled together like this. his cheeks still tinted pink from the cold air, hands cold to the touch, it was just the way you liked him to be. cold enough for him to want to sit close to you and warm up.
touches were not a regular occurrence for scaramouche, he was normally dismissive, claiming he hated the closeness of skin on skin contact. but that wasn’t said when he’d tug at the end of your sweater, asking if he could feel more of your warmth. soft pants escaping your lips, his cold hands wandering, bodies on the cold floor of his bedroom. that’s how you’d spend your days after school.
but this time, with your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as you finished up some of scaramouche’s homework he had passed on to you, something felt different. he was glued to his phone, an unusual smile gracing his lips as his thumbs danced across the device. you frowned, putting down your pen as you watched his face pull up in expressions you had rarely seen.
“who’re you talking to scara?”
“none of your business, (y/n).” he snapped, the smile he had been wearing for a few minutes dropping as his head snapped up to look at you. he sighed dramatically, getting up from the floor as he placed his phone down next to your hand, his face inches away from you.
“so damn nosy (y/n), when you should be doing my essay. are you bored? should i give you more work? or maybe i should let you suck me off, put your mouth to use. i think i like you better when you’re stuffing me in than anything you’ve ever said, anyway.” he sneered, enjoying the silence from you. a slight movement from you caused annoyance to bubbled up inside of him, his face unable to hide that itching feeling.
“you know, if you weren’t like this i’d be nicer to you, hell, maybe i’d love you. fat chance of that happening, i hate you most of the time. the only time i like your mouth open is when you’re making those pretty sounds for me, anything else is just muck.
why’re you so quiet, huh? are you gonna run off to your friends again? tell them how horrible i am? you think someone like collei will bother with you after you tell her what you do in here with me? how you open yourself to me? after swearing to her you’re done with me? you’re fucking something, (y/n). honestly, i’m getting sick of you. can you get the fuck out now?”
scaramouche’s phone buzzes, screen lighting up with a new text message. the both of you glance to it at the same time before he snatches it up, typing away a response as you gather your things without a word. biting your tongue was easier said then done, but you knew the argument would be worse if you said anything to him at all.
with a gentle click of scaramouche’s door, hours had gone by since you made your way home. a warm shower to rid of the nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach, along with the stickiness scaramouche had left you. you weren’t enjoying this, not one bit.
you figured you’d talk to him tomorrow in class, apologize for your inconveniences to him, and have it return to how it usually was after a fight. if you could call it one.
what you didn’t expect was to see scaramouche sitting by the green haired girl, haypasia, his usual seat empty as they sat side by side. quietly setting your things down, you still thought to say good morning to him, as a sign of peace.
standing from your seat, you meekly stood in front of him, hands wringing in front of you nervously. “good morning scara, and haypasia, i was wondering if—“
scaramouche never looked at you the whole time you were standing in front of him, his eyes glued on haypasia as her eyes bore into yours. a bitter smirk on haypasia’s face as she waved you off, scaramouche rolling his eyes before continuing whatever conversation they were having before you interrupted him.
a pain started to form in your chest. that nauseating prick that you’d feel every time you knew scaramouche was fooling around with other girls. cold sweat was all you felt as class droned on, your eyes never leaving the back of scaramouche’s head as his hand would slip underneath haypasia’s desk, sliding her pieces of paper that she would giggle at or turn red to after reading.
why is he being like this? should you have said something yesterday? would the satisfaction of knowing he practically owned you satisfy him enough to not be like this? these thoughts ran through your head until it was time for lunch, that bell being something of a savior as you were freed from seeing him there with her.
childe’s loud laughs caught your attention as he stood with kazuha, an anxious look on the white haired boys face as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. “i mean, just look at her! everyone knows scara is just using her. i heard, he’s been sleeping with (y/n) so he’s good enough to do it with that other girl, whatever her name is. you know her, right kazuha? whatdya think? did you get a piece of her yet too? or is it just scara sinking his claws in her, and something else!”
kazuha’s nervous laugh as childe punched his arm spoke volumes as you stood up, clutching the strap of your bag. kazuha noticed the tears in your eyes as you ran out of the classroom, you had heard every word that came out of childe’s mouth. excusing himself, he ran after you, his soft taps of his feet on the floor in comparison to your loud, cluttered footsteps.
scaramouche heard about this from childe, his demeanor changing once childe gave him the details on how kazuha ran after you. he didn’t know why it bothered him, but it did. no one else should be acknowledging his pet, the one that was so compliant and listened to everything he asked of you.
that’s how he saw you, and that’s all you were to him. right? that egging feeling in his chest as his messages to you were now left on seen more often than not. your cat keychain you hung on your bag that “reminded you of him” being replaced by a charm of a maple leaf, the same one kazuha had on his bag.
it bothered him. and he didn’t try to hide it. every time you’d sit next to kazuha instead of him, he’d grumble under his breath. a part of him ached to see you bare on his bedroom floor again, your fingers running through his hair, your gentle kisses on his forehead when you’d put him to bed when he was in a foul mood. he actually missed you.
but why were you so distant now? surely kazuha wasn’t giving you something he wasn’t, right? he couldn’t. you’d always declared your loyalty to scaramouche, never once breaking it.
then why did you admit you were in love with kazuha? your hands together in front of scaramouche as he scoffs, taking you by the wrist the second those words left your mouth.
“come again? i think i misheard you (y/n). you said you were in love with me just last month. so how do you even think you have feelings for that poet?” his voice wavered, eyes scanning across your face for a sign, a hint of remorse or love that you once held for him.
you shake your head, taking your hand away from scaramouche’s grip but he tightens it anyway. his eyes bore into yours, begging, pleading for it not to be true. for you to laugh it off and say you were kidding.
“he’s.. kind. it’s unlike something i’ve had before, and.. it feels good. it feels good to be wanted, scara. something i never felt with you.”
“something i never felt with you”, those words rung in his head as he laughs loudly, fat tears spilling as he pulls you into his chest. your hands going to push him away as he holds you tightly, laughing through his tears.
“you promised me (y/n), you promised you’d stay. you said you’d stay with me forever, love me forever! please don’t be like them, please don’t let that be a lie.”
“let me go, scara. please.” you whispered, feeling him shake his head as his hands tighten around you.
“n-no, no.. i can’t lose you too. archons, i can’t. what did childe say (y/n)? i promise he didn’t mean it, whatever he said isn’t true! i swear.. let’s just, go back to how it used to be, yeah? you can come over like you used to and- and we just don’t have to have sex. we can do things you like! i swear.. so please..”
his tears had rolled down, coating your neck as he wept. you’d never seen him in such a desperate state. his eyes looking into yours for a hint of what used to be there for him, but there wasn’t. more tears rolled down his cheeks as he let you go. he had fucked up. again. and this time he lost you, the one thing he never thought he’d lose.
“i’m sorry, scara. i’ve moved on. i think you have too with haypasia, you’ll be okay.” you say before picking up your bag, leaving him standing there with a wreck of feelings in his chest.
“you’re just like the rest.” he spat under his breath, harshly wiping at his eyes as the tears continued to flow. a hateful sentence meant to comfort no one but himself. he knew you weren’t at fault for it, he knew one day you’d want something more of him, something he’d be reluctant to give you. the day you finally escaped the clutches of the toxic relationship he had given you, the same day he had deemed the end of his new beginning.
“i never got my forever with you, like you promised. i can’t apologize for hating you for it.”
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taglist: @sakiimeo @astrolomona @dearsumire @saeism @shoheartluv @0kauy @lelemnh @kaoriee @samarill
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mangosrar · 11 months ago
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call it what you want part9
matt sturniolo x fem reader.
MY TAGLIST STILL ISNT WORKING 🫠🫠🫠
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6 days. it has been 6 days since you had spoken to matt. he had turned up at your house on monday morning to take you to school. but you had decided on sunday night you weren’t going. you couldn’t face him. you didn’t want to.
he showed up again tuesday. and when you didn’t even tell him to leave, he knocked on your door to be met with nothing. he stood out there for a whole 17 minutes before accepting defeat and leaving.
wednesday, the same story. he showed up, you didn’t come out. he knocked. no answer. he left.
thursday he even went as far as knocking, getting no answer and then sitting outside, repeatedly pressing the horn for almost 4 minutes straight, and then eventually giving up.
but when friday rolled around, matt sent an alliance to your door.
“y/n. it’s me open up” you heard him say. his voice was muffled from the thick wooden barrier between you both.
you stood staring at the door, contemplating wether to open it or not, like you had every day this week. you knew matt would turn up but this wasn’t his fault. he didn’t deserve to be shut out because of his piece of shit brother.
you sighed before reluctantly opening the door, coming face to face with the one person who knows you best. chris sturniolo.
“oh y/n” he breathed, frowning at your state as he stepped inside.
your hair was a mess, and dark circles donned your eyes. your face was pale, like you were sick.
“how you feeling?” he questioned looking down at you. it was a really stupid question. he could tell you were doing terribly just by looking at you, but he would never admit that out loud.
you just shrugged and looked down at your feet. chewing on your lip. there was no way to even put into words how you’ve been feeling. so for a lack of a better term, fucking horrible.
“i don’t know exactly what happened… but matts doing terrible too” he stated.
“i bet he is chris” you replied sarcastically. rolling your eyes.
“he’s been asking about you every day, he even tried talking to caden at school. he’s a mess y/n” chris sighed. looking at you with pleading eyes.
“you can go back to hating him, but i think you should just talk to eachother, it would be a waste for things to end like this” he told you.
there was an internal battle going on inside your head. part of you was a little warm inside over the fact he was worried and asking after you, the other part was enraged over the fact he had the audacity to be upset over his own actions. he deserved to dwell in your absence. why should you forgive him. he had hurt you and he had to live with that.
chris stood there, watching the cogs turn in your head. he knew you were stubborn, but he also knew his brother was 10 times more stubborn, so the fact that he was willing to admit he was wrong and do everything in his power to get you to listen, was shocking.
“is he outside?” pointless question. you knew he was.
chris nodded, standing infront of you with his arms by his sides.
you took in a breath before muttering.
“give me 15 minutes”.
-
the whole car ride was uncomfortable. chris had forced you into the passenger seat and it made you want to grab the wheel and run the car off the road, but you decided against it.
luckily for you, matt had used his common sense. he look one look at you and kept his mouth shut, just offering a small smile to witch you did not return.
he didn’t deserve it. he did not deserve the satisfaction of thinking there was any chance you were ever going to forgive him. because as far as you were aware, you weren’t going to.
up until 2 weeks ago you and matt couldn’t stand the sight of each other, so after 14 days of slightly less hatred, going back to your old ways wouldn’t harm anyone.
“i’m gonna give you two time to talk” chris muttered, opening the car door and stepping out.
you hadn’t even realised you had arrived at school. the whole way there you had been aimlessly gorming out the window, trying to stop yourself from screaming.
you wanted to get out of the car and sprint in the opposite direction. there was no way matt could justify himself, but you at least wanted to hear whatever sorry excuse he would come up with, so you stayed put.
there was an abundant pause, the both of you just sitting there. you couldn’t even look at him out of fear you might just slap him across the face there and then, but you could feel matts eyes burning into the side of your head as you stared out of the front window with your arms crossed.
matt turned his body towards you, opening his mouth to speak, but the words got caught in his throat, he didn’t even know what he would say. he sighed before dropping his head.
“i’m sorry” he mumbled.
his eyes wandered back up to your face, and when you didn’t even flinch, he continued.
“there’s no excuse for what i said. it was so fucked up. and i don’t think what i said is true y/n. i don’t think you’re damaged and i don’t think you’re weak. i was just something i said out of anger, but that isn’t an excuse. angry or not i shouldn’t have said it” he stated softly. like the distinct tone of his voice would determine how this was going to go.
“i showed up every day this week trying to get you out of the house y/n, does that not show you how sorry i am?” he added.
“oh so you showing up, and banging on my door for 15 minutes every morning makes it okay?” you spat at him. still not looking at his face.
“no, no of course not but… i’m trying y/n, i’m really trying” he sighed.
you just shook your head, keeping your eyes trained forward.
matt swallowed, eyes darting across the side of your face, frantically trying to read your mind.
“if i could go back in time and change what i said i promise i would” he whispered, leaning over the centre console slightly.
he didn’t know why he was beating himself up so much. he’s said stuff like this before with out even batting an eyelid, so why now?
his heartbeat quickened when you slowly craned your neck to face him.
there was a blank look spread across your features that he couldn’t place.
you took in a breath, and blinked at him, pursing your lips before speaking.
“go fuck your self” and with that you were shoving the car door open and getting out.
you could hear him calling after you but you didn’t care. you continued marching across the parking lot towards the school doors. leaving him there once again to wallow in the knowledge that he had hurt you to an extent that was fucking unforgivable.
-
“nope. not happening” chris said.
“why chris? this is a good way for me to stay calm” you whined.
“turning to drugs and getting high is a bad way to deal with your emotions y/n” he tutted.
“you do it. so what you’re saying is that you are bad at dealing with your emotions?” you quirked. coming to a stop when chris got to his locker.
“deflecting is not gonna get you what you want” he spoke, looking at you briefly with a flat expression before turning back to his locker.
“ughhh, look, i’m dealing with my emotions. i’m sad and i’m angry at your brother. i know how i feel. i just wanna smoke so i can take the edge off” you said shrugging.
he shook his head slowly, pressing his lips into a thin line, standing his ground.
“come on chris” you whispered, looking up at him with big round eyes.
he sighed before closing his locker and turning to you.
“i’ll let you smoke under one condition” he stated.
you nodded your head excitedly and grinned waiting for him to continue.
“you have to come to that party on sunset” he smiled sarcastically.
you hated parties and chris knew that, so if he asked you to go, he knew you would refuse, and that would be his get out of jail free card as to not let you get high.
he blinked at you with a smirk on his face, because in his head neither of you were gonna get what you wanted.
“okay” you shrugged.
“‘okay’?” he exclaimed, “you’ll go?”
“yeah why not, maybe i’ll find another dark tattood, handsome man to sweep me off my feet” you wiggled your eyebrows at him.
“so what you’re saying is that you think matt is handsome and he swept you off your feet?” he giggled, wiggling his eyebrows back.
your face dropped and you swatted his arm, trying to hide your smile, he just dodged you, carrying on laughing as he walked down the hall with you trailing behind.
-
“ok but if i wear the black one the shoes won’t match” you ranted holding the shirt up to your chest in the mirror.
this had been going on for about an hour. nick ans chris had been sat on your bed, waiting for you to get ready.
at first you were all listening to music, talking and laughing, but by the time you had re applied your makeup for the second time, and re curled your hair for the third time, chris had gotten bored and fallen asleep, and nick had just simply lost interest and started staring at the wall.
“i don’t wanna wear these shoes”
“the white shirt is so cute though”
“but the sleeves are weird”
“i’m not going”
“y/n!” nick yelled, snapping you out of your frenzy and waking chris up.
you turned to him with wide eyes at his sudden outburst.
“we were supposed to leave an hour ago, wear the black shirt with the white shoes” he breathed, closing his eyes, briefly before opening them and looking at you with a hard stare.
“fine” you replied, rolling your eyes and stomping over to your bathroom to change.
“what if matts there?” you yelled through the door, pulling your shirt over your head.
“he won’t be” chris yelled back.
you didn’t say anything else as you straightened the top out and fixed your hair. there was a small tiny microscopic piece of you that wished he would be there. not so you could talk or anything. just so he could see you enjoying yourself, but the way this night was going. you highly doubted you would.
-
the strong smell of alcohol and weed wafted through the air as you made your way through the house, chris close on your tail.
there were people everywhere some of wich you recognised, some you didn’t, all sandwiched together, and it only made you question why people enjoyed parties more.
you had been here for almost an hour now and you hadn’t left chris’s side once. he had been catching up with some old friends who moved town when they were younger, but you just stood quietly scoping the area.
so far you we’re safe. no matt. no elijah. and you hoped it would stay that way, partially.
“hey i’m gonna go grab a drink” you said, pulling on chris’s arm to get his attention.
he nodded, and started saying his goodbyes to his friends, telling them he would see them later, indicating he was coming with you.
there was a large table in the middle of the kitchen, full of alcoholic drinks and right now, to you, it looked like it was glowing.
“you’re drinking?” chris questioned with his eyebrows pinched together.
“yeah why not?” you shrugged, reaching for the vodka bottle and a red solo cup.
“whatever just….don’t get too drunk” chris laughed, but his voice carried a warning tone.
you just rolled your eyes before pouring both you and Chris a shot, and handing him the cup.
“here’s to, handsome dark tattooed men, aka matt” Chris laughed before bringing the cup up to his mouth.
you just shook your head, smiling before also taking the shot.
your face scrunched up at the taste in your mouth, it was horrible. but the feel of it burning in your chest was thrilling.
you never really drank. sure you’d had alcohol before, but always in an environment where you were comfortable, like you’re own house while your parents were asleep, or nicks room while his parents were away for the weekend, never in the heat of a raging house party.
“hey, i’m gonna use the bathroom i’ll be right back” chris said, raising his voice slightly over the music.
you just hummed a reply before watching him walk away, and then turning back to the table of drinks.
fireball.
you poured the shot and downed it instantly. better than vodka, still gross.
one more couldn’t hurt.
you poured the shot again, bringing it to your lips, and just as the hot liquid entered your mouth. a voice appeared behind you.
“thirsty?”
fuck.
you ignored him completely, bringing the cup back down and placing it on the table.
“didn’t think i’d see you here, this isn’t really your scene” he told you, coming around to the side of you and leaning on the table.
you ignored him again, pouring yet another shot.
“then again, matt sturniolo isn’t really your scene, somehow you’re all over him” he muttered in a low voice, and from the corner of your eye, you saw him looking around.
he was just as paranoid as you were.
“who i’m all over is none of your business anymore elijah” you sighed, turning to him and smiling sarcastically. but someone else caught your eye.
a dark, tattooed, handsome man who could easily sweep you off your feet.
he was watching you. his gaze strong and jaw clenched. and suddenly elijahs voice became a ringing in your ears.
you could have crumbled there and then, he looked good. his tattoos on full display, slight stubble growing, that you had noticed this morning but you were too fucking angry to register it.
his eyes stayed locked on yours, daring you to look away, and when you didn’t, he pushed off the wall he was leaning on, and sauntered over to you.
“….and as far as i’m awar-“
“hey baby” matt cooed, cutting elijah off and wrapping an arm around your waist.
you wanted to pull away. you were still angry at him, but for the sake of the act, you stayed put.
elijah scoffed, looking matt up and down like he was scum of the earth.
your eyes darted between the two, waiting in expectancy for one of them to talk.
“you gotta tell me how you do it sturniolo, you’re always there, you know? waiting to pounce every time i talk to her. maybe i should be concerned. are you stalking me?” elijah questioned. he was trying to get under matts skin, and the way he squeezed your waist slightly, told you it was working.
matt laughed slightly, looking off to the side before bringing his eyes back to elijah.
“well if you wasn’t always bothering my girlfriend, i wouldn’t have to be there every time you talk to her” he shrugged, smiling sarcastically at your ex.
matt turned to you, pulling his eyebrows together.
“is he bothering you sweetheart?” he asked.
you just looked at him with wide eyes. silently begging him not to do anything.
yes you and matt hated each other, but you knew him well enough to know he would use any excuse to punch someone. and elijahs face had been served to him on a silver platter.
“i think you’re bothering her Whitlock” he stated, removing his arm from your waist and stepping in front of you.
“matt” you mumbled. he ignored you.
elijah laughed and dropped his head, standing up fully, like he was trying to intimidate matt but the odds were even. there was no turning back now.
when elijah brought his eyes back up, they landed on yours, his gaze was cold and unsettling, but the words that came out of his mouth, didn’t mean half as much to you as they did matt.
“considering she’s such a slut, i don’t think she minds who bothers her”.
oh shit.
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miupow · 1 year ago
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sub bunny yeonjun ♡𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ
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. . . NSFW, MDNI ! sub!yeonjun, bunny hybrid!yeonjun, fem!reader, owner!reader, heat cycles, mommy kink, pillow humping, handjobs
THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG! originally requested by @takemehye ♡
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Your usually happy, hyper bunny had been acting… odd recently. Extra clingy, extra whiny, demanding your attention in a way that was bordering on aggressive… it had even gotten to the point that he had started to cry when you left for work in the mornings— to say that you were worried was an understatement.
“Jjunie?” you had asked gently one night, your big bunny curled up on the couch with his head nuzzled in your lap— it was hard to remember, sometimes, that he was almost six feet tall. You gently brushed his hair back, revealing his big brown eyes shut tightly. “Are you feeling okay, sweetie?”
“‘m sleepy,” Yeonjun whined into your stomach, nosing further into your sweater. You sighed, shook your head.
“No, bunny, I mean— you’ve been acting funny for the past few days… you know you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?” You continued to brush your fingers through Yeonjun’s silky hair, the hybrid sighing happily like the touch gave him some sort of relief.
He never replied, drifting off to sleep cuddled up with you… and, like an idiot, you let it be, brushed it off as Yeonjun being himself—
It didn’t hit you what was going on until a few days later, when you came home from work to a frighteningly dark and empty apartment.
“Jjunie?” you call out nervously, getting no response— Yeonjun always greeted you at the door when you came home, floppy ears straight up on his head and twitching happily, cotton tail wagging… you were seconds away from reporting a missing hybrid before you heard a soft whimper from behind your bedroom door.
“a-ah! (y/n), mmnh— ah!”
Your face and belly heat up , your eyes wide— he couldn’t possibly be…
you crack open the door.
Your good, respectful bunny had himself propped up on your bed, flushed and naked except for his collar, ID tags jingling lightly from the force of his thrusts into your pillow— the pillow you sleep with, you recognize with a sick start. you could see the tip of his thick cock peek out from the pillow with every harsh twitch of his hips, angry red and dripping with pre— he looked so utterly debauched and pathetic, big fat tears running down his pink face as he turned to look at you blearily. He didn’t even seem to be embarrassed, eyes too glazed over with lust.
“mm— hah! Mommy, mommy, help me, please, hurts so bad—!”
Yeonjun had never called you mommy before. It made your cunt clench hard.
You hesitated for only a second, heart aching and pussy throbbing for your poor bunny— you had no experience helping hybrids through their heats, never planned on ever advancing on your Jjunie like this, but you couldn’t stand to see him so hard and in so much pain! “Oh, honey… I’m— Mommy’s here, sweetie, it’s okay..”
You moved to gently pull your pillow out from between Yeonjun’s thighs, the hybrid whining loudly from the loss— his cock bobbed against his taut belly, so hard and red it looked painful… and it was, you could gather, from the way Yeonjun sobbed and cried when you wrapped your hand around it.
You stroked him gently at first, scared to hurt him any further— you could tell that he had irritated his skin from rutting so hard against the pillow’s fabric. He hissed at the first few strokes, head shaking violently, but you were quick to gather his precum on your hand to use as lube.
“A-ah! Momma!” Yeonjun cried, grabbing at your shoulder— you stroked him harder, faster, making him throw his head back and wail. “Momma, momma, not your hand, can i have your pussy? Need your pussy, please? it hurts, need to be inside—“
“You need to fuck me, baby?” you giggle, maybe a little meanly— Your bunny’s begging was quickly ruining your panties, and while you ached for relief you were also slightly relishing in the broken, fucked out look on Yeonjun’s face— you wanted, needed, to hear him beg more.
“Uh huh! Uh huh!” Yeonjun nodded violently, rutting hard into your fist; you thumbed at his cockhead, played with his little hole, making your bunny shriek, making even more thick precum drench your fingers and his cock. “Wanna cum! Wanna— wanna cum inside my mommy! My mommy’s pussy! Please! Please please please!”
“Oh, darling..” You coo, just a little condescending. “I know you can ask better than that. Where did my good boy’s manners go?
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sturniozo · 1 year ago
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can we have part 2 of I don't Hate You where they try to be sneaky again but one day Nick and Chris finally find out about them pls 🙏🙏
I Don’t Hate You Part Two
Matt Sturniolo x Reader
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Part One
“Calm the fuck down, Jesus, you’re like a child!” I say to Matt.
“You’re the one who started a fight over a movie character!” Matt scoffs
“Yeah, and I stand by it! I would so totally be Thor’s type!” I scream back.
Matt scoffs and crosses his arms. “You’re not anyone’s type, you’re too insufferable.”
Chris walks into the kitchen to us arguing and groans immediately. “God, this again?” He says.
“She’s saying she’s ‘Thors type’ as if anyone in the world could stand her!” Matt glares at me.
Chris rolls his eyes and walks out of the kitchen. I look back at Matt who smirks at me. “Are you coming to my room tonight?” He whispers to me.
I bite my lip and nod while blushing. Matt smiles and looks at the door to see if anyone’s coming before leaning in for a quick kiss. He pulls away as quickly as he leaned in and he steps back.
“I’m done with this!” He spits at me and walks off.
That night I go into Matt’s room. I used the same trick as before to make Nick and Chris think I was in the others room.
I sit on Matt’s lap as he sits on his bed. His hands on my waist and mine in his hair as we make out. His tongue slides over my lip and I open my mouth slightly.
We hear footsteps outside the door and I immediately jump off Matt. We can see the light from the hallway and the shadow of whoever is out there stopping at the door.
“Quick!” Matt whispers to me. I slip off the bed silently and hide under his bed. Matt slips under the covers to make sure it’s as though he’s been in bed alone.
The door opens and Nick comes in. “Dude,” he says. “Have you seen y/n?”
“Why would I have seen her?” Matt scoffs.
“She’s not in mine or Chris’s rooms.”
“Why would I know where she is?”
“I just can’t find her, do you think she went home?” Nick asks.
“I’d be glad if she did.” Matt says.
“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna call her.” Nick says which causes my breath to hitch. I cover my mouth with my hand. My phone is in my pants pocket, which are on the side of the bed Nick can’t see.
I stealthily grab my pants and set my phone to silent, knowing if I shut it off Mock would be suspicious. Nick calls me and I see it flash on my screen. I let it stay there, not answering.
“She’s not answering me.” Nick says to Matt.
“Why can’t you just be glad she’s gone?” Matt asks.
“I’m getting real sick of you treating her like shit and arguing with her all the time.” Nick spits at Matt. Nick slams Matt’s door shut and I let out a breath.
I roll out from under Matt’s bed and laugh. “That was close.” I say to him.
Matt laughs with me and helps me up onto the bed. “Yeah it was.”
Matt leans in for a kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair. His hands grip my waist and lay me down on the bed. His hands trail under my shirt and cup my boobs.
We didn’t even hear it but Chris opens Matt’s door and walks in to see us. Chris gasps and Matt and I scramble away from each other.
“What. The. Fuck.” Chris says.
“I can explain-“ Matt starts.
“For three years you’ve bickered and fought and bitched at each other!” Chris yells. It gets Nicks attention and he walks in to see what’s going on.
“Holy shit.” He says.
“It’s not what it looks like!” Matt says.
“It looks like you’ve got your hands up my best friends shirt!” Nick says.
“I- oh- I-“ Matt stammers.
“For three years we’ve had to listen to bitch at each other, and all this time you’ve been fucking?!” Chris asks.
“Uh, yes?” I say while laughing softly.
“Unbelievable.” Chris scoffs. “I’ve had to listen to you guys argue for three years for nothing!” He almost yells.
“Calm down,” Matt says, getting up off the bed.
“Calm down, calm down?” Chris repeats. “I’ve had countless headaches from the constant yelling between you two, and you want me to calm down?”
“How often do you two do this, when did it start?” Nicks asks.
Matt cringes and says “Almost every time she’s over, and it started about two years ago.” He scratches the back of his neck.
Chris looks as though he’s about to faint and Nick says “So whenever you tell me your sleeping in Chris’s room-“
“I’m with Matt…” I finish for him.
Nick nods and presses his lips together tightly. “Why didn’t you guys say anything?”
“Because you’re my best friend!” I tell him. “And he’s your brother.” I point at Matt.
“I would’ve been okay with it!” Nick says.
“Can we just all go to bed now…” Matt says.
“What?” Nick asks.
“Well, we were kinda in the middle of something.” Matt motions at me.
“Wait, when I went to check in here for you earlier-“ Nick says, ignoring Matt.
“I was under the bed.” I look down.
Nick stares at us with his mouth open.
“Guys, it’s 3 am, can we please just all go to bed?” Matt asks.
“Is y/n staying in here tonight?” Nick asks.
I nod.
“Okay. Goodnight guys. And just because we know now doesn’t mean we want to hear you guys fuck.” Nick says before closing the door.
I stare at Matt, my face covered in blush. Matt laughs and kisses my forehead. “I hated pretending to hate you anyways.”
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gallavichsreddie1128 · 7 months ago
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Stand Up (Homelander)
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Description: Y/N is the only one to stand up to Homelander
Warning: Smut
Word Count: 1,174k
Y/N watched as John gave his input on every little thing someone else said in the seven during the meeting. Deep was speaking and had a really stupid movie idea that would never work and like always John had something to say about it. Y/N groaned as the man went on and on about how the Deep’s idea was stupid and said shit that the rest of them already knew. Homelander looked over at Y/N and shut his mouth, “is there a problem?” He asked.
She sat up and chuckled, “John you’ve been going on and on about how stupid that idea was like the rest of us don’t already know. Just shut up!” He raised his eyebrows at the girl shocked by her words. That was the first time Y/N had ever said that to him or anything like that. “It’s Homelander and I’m the boss you don’t get to talk to me like that.” He said. She stood up, “actually Stan is the boss and you’re his puppet. You’re the face of the seven that’s it.” Jaws were dropped after she said and Homelander had the look of murder in his eyes. Y/N waited for a comeback but all that came was, “Ok then Y/N. What’s your idea?” 
Homelander glared at Y/N as she waved to the crowd. It was Homelander’s birthday and Starlight and her were hosting it. Y/N didn’t want to do it but it was Stan’s demand. The whole thing was going okay until Homelander decided to pull a narcissistic stunt and say that he was better than everyone else and what not. Y/N laughed after his little speech while the crowd was silent.
He looked over at her and she stopped, “So the narcissistic attention seeking whore wants to say he makes no mistakes and he’s better than everyone else? Diabolical.” She said to him not caring about the crowd of people. “Excuse me?” “I didn’t stutter. You can put on this act like you don’t care about anything and you’re better bullshit but the sad truth is you need validation and love or else you crumble.” That was the first time anyone’s ever embarrassed him in public. Stan watched with a smirk as the two argued in front of the crowd.  
Y/N entered the seven’s headquarters first and sighed. The week had been crazy especially after Homie’s birthday. The internet was tore between the two. Y/N got maybe 5 minutes alone before someone else entered the room. It was Homelander. He closed the door, “ah good you’re here. I need to talk to you.” He said. She looked up at him without a word. “You need to be careful how you speak to me.” He said. She scoffed, “is that a threat?” She asked. He shrugged. “You’re not the boss of me okay? You need to be put in your place.” She stood up as she talked. “No. You’re done running your little mouth.” He said and she laughed. “Or what? You’ll kill me? Do it.” She said and got in his face. “Laser me Milk Boy.” She challenged. He stared at her with hate and something else she couldn’t place.
“What got nothing to say?” Before she could say another word his lips were on hers. She didn’t kiss back but tried to shove him away. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He growled and she let out a breath she was holding. “Oh so now you have nothing to say?” He asked. It was her turn to kiss him and he pulled her body closer to him. Her hands laced themselves through his hair as she deepened the kiss. His hands gripped her ass, making her gasp. He took this as an opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth. She felt sick to her stomach at what she was doing but it felt so good. He was a pretty good kisser that she almost forgot she needed air. She pulled away breathing hard, “Make this worth my while and fuck me.” She said. He smirked and picked her up.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the table and laid her on it. Her suit was revealing enough that his lips could almost touch her nipples. She let out a moan as he sucked her boobs and left hickies all over them. “Just so everyone knows you’re mine.” He mumbles against them. He moves down to her covered pussy. “I can practically smell your arousal.” He said and he ripped open her suit. She looked up at him in shock but he shrugged. “It was in the way.” Vought was gonna kill her. She wasn’t wearing panties so he leaned down and took a big sniff of her wet pussy. He basically moaned at the smell and chuckled. “Fuck.” He said and licked her pussy.
She gasped out feeling his tongue. He chuckled and decided to suck on her clit. Her body shook as the man put his awful mouth to good use. Her head was thrown back on the table as soft moans fell from her lips. His gloved hands were placed on her thighs as he ate her like she was his last meal. When she was about to cum he pulled away and she looked up at him with a glare. It softened when she saw her pussy juice on his face. He wore it proudly too, not daring to wipe it off. He pulled down his suit pants and boxers to reveal with long and hard cock. Y/N’s eyes widen at the sight.
The man was already cocky but this made it worse. She sat up and was face to face with him. He leaned in and kissed her but this time it wasn’t heavy. She took his dick in her hand as they kissed causing him to moan into the kiss. Her hand positioned him at her entrance and she pulled his hips so he entered her. They both gasped as he stretched her out. Her walls were tight but it felt so good. They kissed for a few more seconds until he pulled away and began thrusting. She whined and her head fell back giving him access to her neck. He leaned down and kissed her throat.
He felt her swallow and decided to suck. She gripped the table that began to make noise as his thrust got faster. Her other hand was laced through his hair. “John.” She moaned and his eyes nearly rolled back. “I fucking love it when you call me that.” He groans out. The sound of his hips slapping into hers was heard throughout the room along with their moans. He pulled away from her throat and pushed her back on the table. She gasped and look up to see him staring at her with dark eyes. “I plan to fuck you on every seat every thing in this room.” He told her and groaned loudly as he came inside of her with no protection or care in the world. 
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whyse7vn · 1 year ago
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OLD YOONGI -
[ min yoongi x reader ]
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YOONGI :3
you have 1 miss call from yoongi :3
yoongi: i’m killing myself
you have 2 miss calls from yoongi :3
yoongi: do you want me to kill myself?
y/n: send a picture of ur face rn
yoongi: why didn’t you answer??
y/n: shut up and send
yoongi: why?
y/n: cuz i asked
yoongi: you demanded
y/n: ur into that
yoongi: shut up
y/n: :p
ur face
rn
pls
yoongi: no
ur just gonna say something weird
y/n: i won’t
yoongi: whatever
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y/n:
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got me twiddling my thumbs and shit🥰
ur such a cutie
let’s do a blood bond
no joke i’m so hard rn
yoongi: …
y/n: want proof????
yoongi: talk to me like a normal girlfriend
y/n: hello amazing beautiful boyfriend
yoongi: ew???
y/n: pookie??
yoongi: leave me alone
y/n: you literally called me?
yoongi: and you didn’t answer
y/n: just say ur obsessed with me…
yoongi: going to the coffee shop
y/n: WITHOUT ME???
fucking snake oh my god
yoongi: what do you want??
y/n: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
yoongi: ur making me sick
y/n: stop being mean to me
yoongi: sorry :3
what do you want pretty
y/n: your mouth against my mouth
yoongi: ok bye
y/n: boooo ur boring
yoongi: don’t be upset with me when i come home with no coffee for you
y/n: what are you getting
yoongi: vanilla latte
7 espresso shots
y/n: bro????????????????
you might as well do cocaine what the hell
yoongi: who is bro?
y/n: i want to fuck u rn
btw
if you didn’t know
now you do
yoongi: ur real strange
y/n: i can be strange in bed
yoongi: no thanks???
y/n: just tell me to shoot myself in the head fuck
yoongi: wtf are you even talking about rn
y/n: yoongi don’t you get tired of pretending ur not deeply in love with me and would literally ask how high if i said jump
yoongi: what do you want from this fucking coffee shop oh my god
i’m almost there
y/n: ur so in love with me it’s actually overbearing
yoongi: i’m blocking you
y/n: what would you do if i kissed namjoon
yoongi: ????
why would you do that??
stop asking me stupid questions
y/n: i just want to know
yoongi: stop talking
y/n: if i stop talking that means i’m dead
yoongi: i can’t wait till that day comes
y/n: ummm what the hell
ur literally gonna die first
ur 30……
yoongi: how do you know i’m gonna die first
you god or something??
y/n: baby ur 30
yoongi: i’m aware
y/n: im gald you understand
yoongi: ?
whatever
getting u a iced caramel frappe thing ok??
don’t want it don’t care
y/n: when he knows ur order 😍
yoongi: nvm i’m not getting it for you actually
y/n: when he’s broke and ugly 🤬
yoongi: 😐
y/n: i’ll lick you head to toe
i lied i’m sorry
ur not ugly
AT ALL
yk that baby
yoongi: but i’m broke?
y/n: maybe idk
you not wanting to buy me the drink says a lot….
yoongi: whatever don’t care anymore
y/n: you’re a liar
you literally almost cried just now
yoongi: no i didn’t
y/n: you did
yoongi: not
y/n: i love u
yoongi: ok
y/n: say it back stupid bitch
yoongi: i love you
y/n: <3333333333333333333
yoongi: this is toxic
y/n: me and namjoon are toxic
yoongi: there is no you and namjoon
y/n: can i dream in peace
yoongi: shut up
cuz what if i said
y/n: NO DON’T SAY ANYTHING
OH MY GOD IM GONNA TJROW UP
DONT PLS -£/££/£2&:&:£:£.£
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😞😞😞😞😞
BABY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
ILL LITERALLY CRY IF YOU SAY ANOTHER WOMANS NAME
yoongi: but you can talk about namjoon??
idk this doesn’t seem fair love :/
y/n: don’t even know a namjoon
is that a fruit or something????????
yoongi: that’s what i thought
y/n: shut the hell up
yoongi: :3
y/n: random question but are you single lol
yoongi: no
y/n: damn that’s crazy
i hope she dies
yoongi: me too
y/n: WOOOOOWWWWW
yoongi: idk what you expect me to say
y/n: dni rn
yoongi: ok
y/n: ur interacting i told you NOT to
fucker
ok
good
stupid idiot loser bitch
UGH
sighs
so like…
*tucks hair behind ear*
you come here often?😍
don’t ignore my flirting what the hell
yoongi: what do you want from me
y/n: some love and appreciation would be nice idk..
yoongi: at the coffee shop standing in line now
y/n: bet the way you standing is hot as hell
yoongi: ??
tf is actually ur issue
y/n: don’t ?? me
ur making me look insane
yoongi: you are insane
y/n: this yoongi would never treat me
like this
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yoongi: ew
never show me that again
y/n: but you look so silly and edible :33
i remember the day you took this so clearly
you sent it to me and begged me
to tell you if it was ok to post or not
SIGHSSSSSSS
wow miss old yoongi
now ur just a slut whose naked all the time
yoongi: i am not naked all the time
y/n: SIGHSSSSSSS
what happened to my little lover boy
who would tell me he loves me 475 times a day
yoongi: i tell you i love you all the time
y/n: ok but you say it like i have a gun to ur head
yoongi: i love you
y/n: not convinced
yoongi: whatever
y/n: SIGHSS
the old yoongi wouldn’t of given up so easily
yoongi: i love you there is literally nothing more to say
y/n: old yoongi would have more words
yoongi: i reallllly love you
y/n: SIGHSSSSSSS
yoongi: babe…
y/n: looks left looks right
sighs
yoongi: you are great
i love you
i appreciate you
i want to kiss you
y/n: i could cry
best day of my life
i’ve never seen you this emotional yoongi
kinda off putting
you on ur period or something 💀
yoongi: ?????????????
stop talking to me
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