#I like my less then full time hours actually and my almost the same work week every week

[elisedonut]

I hate that life gets more expensive the more time that passes

I think you should be able to work the same amount of hours for the same amount of pay and be OK money wise forever actually

You shouldn't have to constantly be striving for growth I think

[vanillakook]

THE BOY IS MINE ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: your big sister has a new boyfriend that you can’t wait to try

parings: jk x sister in law!reader

warnings: infidelity, reader is a heavy bitch, she doesn’t care at all, strained relationships, traumatic sibling rivalry, dom!jk, fat cock!jk, sneaking around, exhibitionism, voyeurism, penetrative sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), fingering, rough fucking, multiple positions, reader’s pussy is an OCEAN, all hyewon does is cry, reader is actually evil, jungkook is just as bad, if not worse

nothing could have prepared jungkook for the influx of strange events that would take place over the next month. his time starts as it usually does: hyewon, his girlfriend, freaking the fuck out about every interaction he’s had and will have with her family. however, something was different this time. hyewon’s usual dread of embarrassment had shifted into full blown panic and anxiety. he was utterly confused since she had never been this bad. did something happen? he was sure her parents liked him, no? why would they let them date for nearly a year if that was the case?

jungkook had come to know why on the three hour long drive to her parents lake house. after prying he had found out it was you, her baby sister who is supposedly the devil incarnate. “i’m sure this is just a normal sibling rivalry hye, baby, my brother and i are the same way.”

“jungkook,” she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “im telling you it’s not the same.”

she excused it when you were kids, but after a certain point of awareness she knew that this wasn’t a silly little rivalry, you hated her. despite you being younger by three years you had always went out of your way to make sure she was miserable. in your childhood years it started out as lying to your parents about her hitting you, or sneaking gum into her hair, breaking her dolls. these little things progressed to stealing her clothes and ruining her makeup products in middle school. once high school came around whatever she did you had to do it ten times better. clothes, shoes, sports, friends, boys. your parents had just seen it as a cute thing between a younger and older sister. little did your parents know that soon your behaviors turned cold with sinister intent, from ruining her friendships, straining her parental relationship, and fucking every single guy she’s ever bought home.

hyewon grew up with the same speech throughout her middle school and teenage years, even now in her 20s.

“she just admires you.”

“you’re her role model.”

“y/n has it all, have you ever thought that you’re the jealous one?”

bullshit.

your parents also weren’t shy about who was the favorite. although the two of you had done nearly every sport and form of hobby together, your awards were hung the highest, your interests were more funded, and you were taken more seriously. they insisted that it was just in her head for so many years, more like they were being heavily manipulated by you. now finally her boyfriend of 11 months was going go meet you in less than an hour to see for himself how fucked up you were.

the boyfriend that she so desperately has tried to keep away for so long. now her time was up.

hyewon was successful with that aspect for a while since you were dorming hours away at college. she successfully avoided holidays, family dinners, special occasions, all for almost a year. while she did limit how much she posted jungkook, she was never too sure with the extent you would go with things and has kept you blocked and hidden from all things him.

she could have avoided it for longer if this hadn’t been your first summer back from school in years and your parents were adamant on having the entire family together. usually you were able to make an excuse on why jungkook couldn’t come, work, family matters, etc. but everyone was to be at your family lake house for a full month, and that included jungkook.

“hye ill be there, all month. you have nothing to worry about.” he gave her thigh a soft squeeze and flashed his reassuring bunny smile.

“promise?”

“promise.”

jungkook couldn’t be more unaware about what exactly he was promising to. and as he rounded the corner and pulled into the hidden entrance and drove down the dirt road, hyewon grew more anxious and clammy. she felt her heart sink deeper as jungkook pulled into the driveway and parked. once she saw your sunglasses go up she knew she was fucked. skin tight red bikini, slurping on a melting strawberry popsicle, with her boyfriend ogling every curve of your body. she could have shot herself right there.

over the next month hyewon would watch her perfect relationship crumble to dust. if you were going to be trapped here all summer with your insufferable sister the least she could do was share her boyfriend. her first mistake was pulling you aside that night before bed for a talk. you followed her out to the patio and faced her, finally dropping the innocent facade you’re forced to have around others.

“what now hyewon?” you scoffed. “i haven’t seen you in a year and you’re already about to scold me about something?”

you were trying so hard not to laugh at her angry demeanor. “stay away from him. y/n i understand you can’t keep a man but that doesn’t mean you can help yourself to mine.“

you pouted at her, prying her folded arms open and taking her hands in yours. “but hyewonniee~ that’s not fair, we share everything, what would mommy and daddy say to you right now?” you tsked obnoxiously.

she snatched her hands away. “y/n, this isn’t the time to play your sick games. what the fuck don’t you get? i’m not asking you, im fucking telling your twisted ass to leave us alone.”

“come on sis live a little, i promise ill give him back,” she felt like she was going to throw up right into the lake beside you two.

“please y/n…” her voice cracked.

all you could do was give her that fuck ass smile as if you were clueless about every goddamn thing in the world. “i just wanna try him, no need to get fussy.”

that night at dinner she kept a close eye on you whenever you were near him. she allowed the small talk and conversations about his family and work, but was steadily getting annoyed when no one had been asking a single thing about what she’d been up to, obviously not you, not your parents, and not even jungkook, in fact her very far gone boyfriend was looking at you as if you had hung the stars and the moon with your bare hands. he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you as explained your college stories and travels. your sister on the other hand had her head down in her phone, earning a scowl from your parents and a few words from her own boyfriend.

“hyewon,” your father cleared his throat. “don’t you think it’s poor manners to not listen to what your sister has to say? she listens to you.”

“right, sorry.” she mumbled, putting her phone down to pick at her food.

“apologies jungkook, they’ve been this way since they were young. just a little squabble here and there.” your mother leaned over the table a squeezed his hand, to that he replied with a smile.

do little squabbles consist of fucking someone’s boyfriends and sending them the tapes of them doing so?

“trust me i understand, my older brother and i are sworn enemies but he’s my entire world.”

you decided to chimed in too. “hyewonnie doesn’t ever think i have anything interesting to say,” you pouted. “actually enough about me, sis how’s your desk job? still letting that old hag of a boss order you around?”

any normal boyfriend would take his girlfriends defense when a backhanded comment was made. instead jungkook, who was seated in between the both of you, pealed his eyes away from you for once and turned to his girlfriend. he was also waiting for her response to that. all eyes were now turned to her. you have her that knowing smirk, a smirk that knew since your lasting meeting a year ago, she had accomplished absolutely nothing but scoring a hot boyfriend. and even that was going to be ripped away from her shortly.

“i’m working on finding a new job.”

“work harder then hyewon, look at your sister.” ah here we go. your father was about to go on his comparison spiel. “y/n is set to graduate early after studying abroad and even has a job lined up for her after school, meanwhile you’ve been stuck at this little start up company for how long?”

“we love you honey, dearly. but it’s time to start being an adult.” your mom had delivered the final blow. hyewon stood up from her seat, fork clinging against the china plate.

“i need to use the restroom.”

no one tried to stop her, instead everyone fell back into a steady stream of conversation. jungkook however couldn’t even bring himself to have another thought other than you. he couldn’t have made his attraction to you more obvious. you were so fucking pretty, he hasn’t seen a being like you. sweet and delicate tone with hints of seduction. he wanted to feel bad for being more attracted to you than he was to your older sister, but fuck. your hair was pulled back into a neat bun and your dress had just reached below your ass. he tried his hardest to not stare for too long, but when you had suddenly dropped your fork and bent over to go get it he was in for quite the treat that couldn’t be passed up.

when you rose from your chair, slick trails followed behind. you hadn’t been wearing underwear and your pussy had been drooling all over the wooden chairs, leaving you with a pool of pussy juice in your seat. your cheeks burned, knowing his eyes were on you and your pretty pussy. he looked between you and your parents, hoping they weren’t seeing your antics so he could bask in it longer. luckily they were immersed in conversation.

“whoopsies, i’m so clumsy sometimes!” you sat down in your seat again, making sure he heard the wet plop! of your ass on the sticky chair. you flashed him flirty smile, once again starting small talk. “so you’re a personal trainer right?”

“mhm i am, you know anything about it?”

“enlighten me.”

“well it’s-“ his face dropped and went bright red at the feeling of your hands on him. your palm had sprawled out on his thigh, inching dangerously close to his hardening cock. “it’s um- it takes a while to um-“

“something the matter?” yes something was the fucking matter. your acrylic covered hand was now covering the growing tent in his pants. his girlfriends baby sister was palming his dick at the dining room table, in front of your fucking parents. “sounds like an easy job, maybe you could train me too, i’m a fast learner, and i haven’t worked out in ages…” your eyes narrowed, tone getting lower and heavier.

“hey we’re going to start cleaning up, you kiddos finished with your food?” your mom started confiscating the plates and dishes as you worked at jungkooks zipper, desperately wanting to get a look at the huge cock you were groping.

“we’re not kids mom, we’re in our early 20s.”

“oh fine fine, when your sister comes back from her mini temper tantrum tell her i put her food in the fridge if she wants to finish it.” once your parents were gone you could finally cut the small talk and get right to the point, except jungkook had halted your actions, removing your hand and holding it in his while you bit back a grin.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? do you know how much this would hurt your sister?”

“so?”

“so? are you out of your mind?”

you rolled your eyes. “oh now you wanna play moral police after you’ve been eye fucking me the entire night and almost came in your pants from my hand alone?” if he really didn’t want it you were going to back off. you pulled away completely and scooted your chair over.

jungkook leaned in closer, pining you against your chair. “you wanna feel up on my dick? go ahead sweetheart, but not at the same fucking table your parents are eating at. hyewon could walk in any second too, you really wanna risk her seeing this? risk her ending this before i get to ruin you?”

oh. oh.

“you wanna ruin me? your girlfriends little sister? you really don’t care about her do you?” your eyes lit up once again.

jungkook looked around, peering around the corners of the house to make sure it was clear before what he did next. lust was fully taken over, any thoughts of hyewon were gone, and it was only a few hours into knowing your little minx ass but he wanted to be consumed by you. his hand went around your neck, gripping it to the point where your circulation was almost severed. “i just wanna try you baby, see if i chose the wrong sister or not. and anyways, whatever hye doesn’t know won’t hurt her right? now c’mere pretty.”

the stars had aligned in that moment for you. you had jungkook right where you wanted him.

however she did. hyewon knew exactly what would happen once she left the table, it was her way of accepting defeat. as hyewon sobbed in the bathroom she knew her sister and boyfriend were exchanging more than holy words and touches. she knew how quick you worked. when it came to ruining everything she loved and desired you were always quick. luckily she couldn’t witness the vile things happening at that dining room table.

“gosh, this fucking pussy,” he landed a slap to your sopping cunt. poor baby was crying down there for some action, clenching that tight hole around nothing and pushing out more and more thick ropes of slick. “damn baby i knew you wanted this dick, but fucking hell.” he couldn’t believe how soaked you were, he knew he’d slip his cock in with ease, nothing like your sister.

“aw kook, you must be so bored with her if you feel this comfortable with playing in my pussy. look at you throwing a year down the drain.” and you couldn’t be happier about it.

“fucking tell me about it. love my baby to death but a man has needs you know?” he took another glance around before unzipping his pants fully this time and placing your hand over his fat cock once again. “hye never knows what to do with it, but i’m sure a slut like you will.”

he tugged his boxers down and you watched his angry member spring up, slapping against his stomach with a mean, red tip that was throbbing for attention. your mouth gaped open at the sight of the pretty thing. lengthy, girthy, veiny, and in need of a tight little pussy gripping around it. “make it quick and i’ll make sure to take good care of you later sweetheart.” he guided you to your knees, sat back, and enjoyed your mouth. all while hyewon sobbed her heart out a few feet away.

later that night after you were coming back from a late night jog, hyewon was ready in the living room for you. she needed to put her foot down for once. every other time was different, but this was her chance to salvage her relationship. once you stepped in the door she stood, to which you didn’t pay her a second glance. “the hell do you want? you’re stalking me now?”

“if you keep trying your luck with jungkook im telling mom and dad.”

you let out a mocking cackle as you made your way to grab a glass of water. “what are we? fucking five? maybe if you knew how to pleasure your boyfriend we wouldn’t be in this situation,”

her mouth went dry. “what?”

“oops… well cats out the bag. when you decided to go be dramatic and cry in the bathroom as if anyone cared, jungkook was very quick to say how much of a bad fuck you were.” you provoked her farther. you were younger, you were shorter, but still you loomed over her, in every aspect, in every way, of every day of your lives. “you always pick the easy ones. the ones who hate you more specifically.”

“jungkook loves me, something you’ll never experience.” she spat.

you grinned, leaning against the counter nonchalantly before breaking her heart in two. “and he’s gonna love this pussy even more. he already loves one of my holes. ask him about it.” you shot her a wink before leaving for bed.

there was still a month to go and as the weeks progressed she watched his eyes linger more as your clothes got tighter. she watched your touches get lower. she watched your hangouts go from the three of you to just you and her boyfriend. she watched how you two would talk for hours then get silent when she entered a room. she watched you press your ass up against him when squeezing around tight spaces. it was only a matter of time before she was phased out completely, but she still wouldn’t go down without a fight. jungkook was the greatest thing to ever happen to her, he was worth fighting for, she felt it, she knew it.

yet obviously he didn’t see her the same. he couldn’t care less about his relationship more than ever now since you had given him the best head of his life. now every night, just like this one, he was nose deep in your cunt, devouring you. jungkook waited until hyewon was sound asleep before he slipped himself into your room in the late hours of the night. thank goodness she picked the ones who were skilled with their tongue, because this was just the stress reliever you needed,

cumming down her boyfriends throat for the third time tonight.

“f-fffuck!” your back arched upwards from the feeling of his tongue dragging down your slit. he simply pushed you back down, using the weight of his hand to keep you there. “too much, ‘s too much koo!” you pulled at his hair roughly, making him groan deliciously. how the fuck did you taste like this? you were becoming his favorite flavor.

“oh yeah too much?” he took two fingers, plunging them inside of your cunt and watching the disappear deeper with every thrust. “so fucking wet for me doll, look at how you’re drenching my fingers.” he kept his voice low while your screams went wild. part of him even hoped your cries awoke your sister. he was so fucked up for wanting this, wanting her to see how good he fucked her pretty little sister. he wanted her to see how he fucked her sister in every way that he would never fuck her. he was sick as hell.

his fingers rammed against your g spot roughly. your mind fogged up, making your words start to come out in nothing but incoherent babbles. your body went limp from the amount of times he had dragged your nut out of you tonight. “c’mon princess, gimme one more, right on my fingers. be a good girl and cum baby, cum.”

“holy shiiiiii- awh fuck fuck, fuck i’m- jungkookk!” you whined with tears streaming down your face. with one more clench of your hole and a few more angry thrusts of his fingers you were soaking your sheets and his face. once jungkook removed his fingers you released everything he was keeping inside. he dove right back into you nose first to catch all of the creamy slick dripping from your hole. you couldn’t handle overstimulation, trying time and time again to get him away from your pussy before you came again.

“stop, stop stop- fucking hell stop!” trying to push him away was useless, you were starting to realize he did this shit for his own pleasure.

once he decided he was finished his meal he pulled back, looking up at your flustered and tear stained face. he smirked to himself when he saw your needy pussy still clenching around nothing. it took time for your body to shake off the after effects of your orgasm, but he stood by and waited for you to come back to earth. “better get back before your sister wakes up, you good mama?” he sucked your essence off of his fingers, making you lick your lips at the action.

“already? one more hour, please?”

“it’s starting to get harder to say no to you.” he laid between your legs, trying his hardest not to accidentally push against your sensitive clit. you admired him from this view, his soft features and the various piercings that graced his lip and ears. he was so goddamn handsome, you felt bad that he had to settle for your basic sister. “what are you thinking?” he chimed.

“nothing much, just about how glad i am hyewon bought you home, it’s like she just knew you were right for me.” fuck, you were twisted.

“you’re going to get me in so much trouble doll, what will your parents think of me if they find out?”

you shrugged. “they could care less. everyone knows she can’t keep a guy.”

“and i’m guessing that’s due to you?” he smirked.

you tried to fight your smile but it was useless. “i wouldn’t say that. it’s just that every guy reconsiders when they see she has a sister.”

that was exactly what was happening here now. jungkooks brain chemistry was being altered to only think of you, to only want you, and the month wasn’t even over yet. the way he had pulled away would be the reason for hyewon’s nagging every night after bed from now on. she garnered argument after argument every night in bed, trying desperately for jungkook to see where this behavior was wrong. he was too far gone by now, getting defensive when hyewon would state the obvious.

“you’re acting fucking crazy!” jungkook fumbled out of the bed angrily, snatching a pillow and extra blanket to take to the couch. “she’s your sister, do you hear yourself?” he yelled, as if you didn’t just have a face full of his cock for dessert under the dining room table two weeks ago, as if he wasn’t knuckles deep in you the night prior. he knew it was wrong, he knew it was disrespectful to do it while staying in the same house as your parents. but fucking hell.

he felt like needed you more after tasting you once. he felt sick for not even being attracted to his girlfriend anymore. he felt disappointed in himself for letting almost a year go down the drain. but you felt better than anything.

“jungkook she’s trying to steal you from me, she’s- do you not see? has she manipulated you that far already?” hyewon was on the verge of tears, lower limp trembling as she stared back at jungkook. he gave her an annoyed look and sighed, getting ready to pull out manipulative tactics of his own.

“i understand you might envy her, she’s younger, she gets along well with your parents, but when you start making shit up out of jealousy it doesn’t look good hye.” what the fuck could you have done to make him so far gone? what the fuck had you been spewing to him?

“do you fucking hear yourself? you’re defending a bitch you’ve known two weeks!” she was losing her mind, truly. “you’ve been so distant kook, you don’t hold me anymore, you barely kiss me, and it all started when we fucking got here! you told me you be on my side for this trip, mine, not hers.” her voice cracked but he still couldn’t find it in him to care.

“until you sort your hissy fit out, i’ll be on the couch.” he shut the door behind him and she could hear shuffling down the steps growing fainter. her head was pounding from all this nonsense. she hadn’t had one normal day since stepping in this lake house. her family was indifferent to her and now another boyfriend of hers was trying to convince her she was crazy. jungkook did a terrible job however, because once she heard your door creak open in the middle of the night, she knew exactly where you were going.

and she followed.

hyewon crept her way down the stairs, careful not to let anyone hear. she could hear jungkook’s raspy voice and your soft giggles, along with a very smacking noises followed after. even though she has witnessed you ruin her relationships time and time again, nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see. when she rounded the corner her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. there you were, on all fours in front of her boyfriend, with your pants pulled over your ass, and a big, heavy dick fucking you into the pillow cushions. her boyfriend, the love of her life, fucking you into the pillow cushions.

her hand flew over her mouth and she bit back tears, watching you and jungkook fuck her over in plain sight. it was over. everything she worked to salvage, it was gone. yet she couldn’t peel her eyes away from the sight. from seeing how much more intimate he was with you. she flinched when he smacked your ass harshly. she needed to stop this, but why couldn’t she? hyewon was frozen in place, forced to watch jungkook give himself to you.

“shiiiiitt- pussy squeezing me baby, control that cunt so i don’t cum quick.” he pulled out, pumping your slick up and down his shaft. you wiggled your ass around, smacking it against his pelvis in desperation. you needed your cunt filled again. “calm down mama, fuck.”

“can’tttt,” you dragged. “hmph. fuck me or i’ll do it myself.” you should have never said that. jungkook pulled you back by your hair, his hand gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. your back arched in a painful way and your pussy was leaking on he cushions.

“spoiled fucking brat, think i’m obligated to fill your holes? don’t get this twisted.” he removed his hand from around his cock to smack your tits around, mesmerized with how the perky mounds looked. “making me cheat on my girlfriend, making me fall in love with this pussy. all this is your fault, now get down and throw that shit back.” without warning he slid in. the stretch was painfully addicting.

“koo! you’re so fucking big- nnnnghhh shiitt,” once you were used to the stretch you started to move back on him, when he saw your hand moving to circle your clit he yanked it back. he held it behind your back to ensure you didn’t make the same mistake again. of course your bratty ass couldn’t resist pissing him off even more and tried again. now both of your arms were folded behind you with half your face being smothered in the couch.

“you know- hmph-“ he started saying in between strokes. “one thing about your sister? she knows how to listen. trained her well. guess you need the same don’t you?” you nodded with a bright smile on your face that would soon be wiped. hyewon sobbed softly around the corner, listening to the way jungkook carelessly spoke about her. “fuck, you’re perfect. i wanna see you baby c’mere.” you were flipped on your back now, switching from one position to the other.

when you didn’t think it could get any better, jungkook dragged your legs up to his broad shoulders and he was now face to face with you. you shook your head no repeatedly, something that just provoked him more. his big brown eyes narrowed as he slammed himself into you. “ohhhhh-“ you were so fucking done for. he hit your soft spot repeatedly, abusing your mushy walls with his heavy cock. you tried keeping your whines to a minimum but once jungkook saw a certain someone lurking he wanted to hear more.

jungkook had looked up and made direct eye contact with hyewon, unfaltering eyes burning holes into her skull. he picked up his pace, slamming his hips into you and knocking the breath out of you every time. what a dumb bitch was all he could think. did she really expect him not to indulge in her minx of a sister? she trusted him to keep his composure while you were walking around in little to no clothes? pathetic. jungkook kept stroking you mainly because he knew hyewon wouldn’t do a fucking thing. she would sit right there and take it, just how you were taking him. “look princess, got a visitor.”

your head whipped around, seeing your sister trembling. if you were normal this would hurt you just as much, betraying her in such a foul manner. however, you hated her. you’ve hated her ever since you figured you weren’t the only child. you had been ruining her life forever to guarantee she would get the hint and leave the family. that was why you started targeting her boyfriends, if she kept getting them taken then naturally she would stay away. but she didn’t, and now here we were again, you wished you could say you hated to do this, but she needed to learn. after this you were going to guarantee she’d be far from not only you and your parents, but jungkook too.

“hyewonnie!” a squeal sounded from you. jungkook slowed his pace down. “god he’s so good, i’m so fucking glad you found him big sis,” your hands went up and stroked his round cheeks, running your acrylics over his skin. “after he fills me up with some babies we’re gonna get married and have a nice big wedding that you’ll never set foot on.”

blow after blow. you knew how to make her hurt.

“baby…” he panted on top of you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and pressed kisses to the sweet spot before mumbling into your skin. “no need to be so harsh, i think she gets it love.”

“i fucking hate you both. you’re nothing to me, this entire family is nothing to me.” she finally spoke.

“mhmm, right there koo, so fucking deep-“ your eyes rolled back and you tuned her out, focusing only on the sensual way you were being fucked. “want you to cum in me, fill my cunt up baby, make me a mama.” something feral snapped in jungkook. as his speed picked up his kisses became rougher, biting up and down your shoulders and your neck to mark you. hyewon watched as you two shared such an intimate moment, hating herself for wishing she was you.

“cum with me doll.” that was all it took for you to release all over his cock. plop! plop! plop! was all that could be heard once he emptied his balls inside of you. jungkook struggled to catch his breath. once he pulled out you both watched the waterfall of cum drip from your fucked out hole. he took his cock in his hand and with the tip, pushed it all back inside. “can’t let that get away now can we?”

that had sent hyewon over the edge truly. she stomped up the stairs and barged into her room, starting to repack her suitcase early. yet she was trapped. jungkook was her ride here. she could ask your parents but it was such a long drive back to where she lived. she was stuck here with the both of you for two more weeks. how was she supposed to explain this to her friends, her co workers, everyone who thought jungkook would be her final. this was the icing on the cake that made her despise you. any love she had was far gone now. she sobbed and sobbed while listening to yours and jungkooks shared giggles, hearing him run you a shower and talk the night away.

once jungkook was asleep in your bed, you stood in her door way, basking at how much of a wreck she was. she didn’t need to look up to feel your presence. “what now? what y/n? you’ve done enough and after this consider me gone from all of your lives.”

“you’re so dramatic oh god. you’re acting like i didn’t warn you.” you welcomed yourself into her room. “think i might keep him around, i actually like him. thank you sis.” your hands went over your heart.

she backed up farther onto her bed. “stay away from me you evil fuck.”

“hyewonnie, i told you from the moment i saw him, the boy is mine.”

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[aliwritex]

dad!franco headcanons 💐

Before the baby was born, when the furniture for the nursery started arriving he insisted on putting it together himself because he was ‘totally capable of doing so’. And you believed him, but he had a flaw, he never actually read the instructions, only quickly looked at the pictures and guessed it was enough. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. “what happened? i thought you were almost done” you were surprised to see multiple parts of the crib back on the floor “i used the wrong screw, so i was missing some long ones, so i had to got back to get them” “leave it be for tonight, yeah? i’ll help you with it tomorrow” The next morning everything went smoothly as you actually read the steps and organized the different screws and parts by numbers.

You enjoyed being pregnant more than you thought you would, because of your active lifestyle and young age pregnancy was very easy on you. And most of your days were spent on walks, pilates classes and buying. Almost every day you were doing deep research on the best products of each category and online shopping. Especially if Franco wasn’t home, it was the best way to spend time and feel less lonely. You would always call him when things arrived, showing him everything and putting it away in the nursery.

Franco cried way more than you expected when your son was born. Maybe it was because of the exhaustion of being awake with you for 13 hours of labor, maybe he was just very emotional. You were in a bubble for a second when they finally handed you the baby — and it was a short second because you still had more to deliver. But as soon as you were all cleaned up, taken care of and sound asleep Franco turned his full attention to the baby. When you woke up he was humming and the baby was sleeping in his bare chest, only a blanket covering their bodies. “i love you two” you whispered to them

Nothing made Teo happier than seeing his dad come home from work. He was always all smiles when Franco walked through the door or waking up to him when he got home in the middle of the night. “hey” you whispered into the dark nursery “you didn’t need to get up, i got home just in time for his bottle” “thank you, my love, but i’ll take it from here, you go shower so we can go back to sleep” you’d be too tired by the time he was done to say anything about him sneaking Mateo in the bed with you.

Your favorite thing in the world was seeing them sleeping together. It seemed that your boyfriend had magical arms because no matter how fussy or upset Teo was, the second Franco picked him up it was like he couldn’t keep his eyes open, bonus points for chupi and blankie. That’s what you missed the most when he was away, you didn’t have the same patience if Teo was throwing a tantrum to skip his nap times or pushback bed time. You never understood what was so magical about Papa’s chest that made him fall asleep in minutes, if anything you were supposed to be more comfortable – you had two natural pillows! “¡Papa!” your son whined and ran from you when he heard the front door open. “¿que pasa, mi amor?” he picked him up and the crying stopped almost immediately but as Franco made his way in he realized the boy wasn’t the only one crying “vida? what’s wrong? what happened?” he asked but you just buried your face on his other shoulder, letting your tears soak up his shirt. “i’m sorry, ‘t’s nothing, let me take him” “what? no. what the fuck happened here?” he asked calmly “what are you even sorry for?” “not being enough for him, for you. god, i’ve been wrestling him to go to bed for so long, then you get here and boom, he’s out. i just didn’t know what to do anymore” he heard your confession and hugged you tighter, rubbing his palm on your back. “you could’ve called me. i’ll be back in a second. always call me if it gets too much” he kissed the top of your head.

When Franco was home he was in charge of putting Mateo down for his morning nap while you cooked lunch. This one monday though, he had just gotten home a couple hours before but insisted on following your routine, so he sat on the couch with his son, arm wrapped around him to support the bottle in his mouth. Franco was the one to fall asleep instead of the child, who slipped from his dads hold. When he woke up you were standing in front of him, taking a picture of his sticker covered face. “I told you I could put him down if you were too tired” you said, taking the bottle from his hand — that had spilled all over your decorative pillows. “Did he sleep?” you chuckled and pointed to the floor, where your son slept hugging his favorite stuffed animal.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

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The time when your father is out of the house is always the most peaceful. All the same, the anticipation of his return keeps you on edge. You never really know when he’ll be back. He could be gone for days at a time or only a few hours. With news of his new out-of-town assignment, you can at least breathe for a moment. 

He leaves without a goodbye. The word sentimental has never been used in the same vicinity as your father. You and your sisters watch him go, less forlorn than you may appear. Relief washes over you as the door closes. 

“Can we go shopping now?” Adrienne asks. She’s the youngest at eighteen. 

“We should,” you say. “Kitty, you have the money?” 

“In my purse,” the eldest assures you. Kitty, thought your mother always insisted on her full name, Katherine, is almost thirty and wears it plainly. “More than enough.” 

“We should try to buy extra in case he waits again,” you say. 

“Yeah, you always are the most practical.” 

“Can we go to the bakery?” Adrienne asks. Mr. Mulano gave me some money the other day for helping her air out her townhouse. You wouldn’t imagine the dust. I still have a rash.” 

“If you have the money,” Kitty resigns. 

“I do and I want to spend it on us. We’ll get canolis. They were always ma’s favourite.” 

You give a glum smile. Kitty is the most like your mother. The sweetest. Always thinking of others. And she looks like her too. It’s probably why you and Adrienne get in front of her when the storm starts or even why your father doesn’t tend to go after her as much as you. 

And she took your mother’s death the hardest. You grieve more for the life she lived than the life that she lost. She had a monstrous husband and three helpless daughters. She spent her days scrounging despite having a made man and was battered to the bone in trying to protect what little she had. When she died, there was no shield left between you and your father’s temper. 

“Yes, let’s go to the bakery,” you agree. “I’ll pay for coffee. I have some change in my purse.” 

You get dressed in a carefully picked outfit. It’s warm out but you wear a long-sleeved white blouse. You balance it with a tea-length beige skirt. The shirt covers the bruises mostly, though you have to blend a bit of makeup around your neck and your face as always is painted to hide the darker spots. Not much can be done for the split in your lip. 

You go out and the sunshine feels warmer than usual. That shadow still looms. His shadow. No, not your father’s. Barnes’. You’re as embarrassed as you are terrified. Why did you do that? Your father? Dead? You must have seemed so naive. That’s not how it works. 

You shrug it off and go about your day. It’s a rare occasion that you can just enjoy being with your sisters. You do the shopping first. You fill the cart with all you need, and a few extra staples just in case, then go to the bakery. 

Nova is always busy and for good reason. They have more than just coffee cakes and pastries. They have a full sit-in deli and coffee roasted in Sicily. 

You offer to sit with the cart as Kitty and Adrienne stand in line. Kitty wants to look at the delicately iced specials through the glass and Adrienne wants to be sure she only gets decaf. You’re all too happy to have a seat. 

You sit with one hand on the cart and the other on your purse. You look down at the worn leather. The brown bag was your mothers. You didn’t get a lot of what she left behind. Your father threw most of it out, though you know he hawked her jewelry when he got his new car. As much as he proclaims his love for her, he doesn’t show it otherwise. 

The bell above the door rings amidst the buzz of the closed space. They’ll have to open the windows soon to let the heat escape. You glance over carelessly at the new entrance. You snap up straight as your eyes meet the bright blue ones. As if looking for you, the boss finds you, a calm, unreadable expression beneath his dark beard. 

You stare back at him and squeeze the strap of the purse. He fixes his tie and nods his head at you. Your lashes flick in surprise. Then, he faces the horde as they start to quiet. Those ahead of him take notice nd hush, stepping aside to let him through. 

Kitty gasps as Adrienne grabs her arm and moves her away from the front of the line, giving up their turn for the mafioso strutting toward them. He stops before he reaches the counter. The entire place watches. 

“Go on, ladies,” he insists, “it’s on me.” 

You blink and shrink back against the metal frame of the chair. Your sisters don’t move at first and when they do, they use the same caution as when your dad’s huffing and puffing in the corner. They speak to the cashier in low tones and turn to Barnes. They thank him with their hands clutched. 

He placidly puts in his own order and digs out his wallet. The cashier tries to wave him off but he insists. You only catch a few words from your vantage. 

He gets his coffee first and box of pastries. You never imagined him having much of a sweet tooth. The sight of this deadly man in his dark suit in this place is absurd. He doesn’t come to collect the protection fee, men like your father do. No, he’s there for a coffee and dessert. At least, you can’t believe that it would be for any other reason. Especially not you 

It can’t be. 

He turns and struts out without a look back. You stare after him as a low murmur crawls through the bakery. You peek through the window as he passes. His blue eyes glint in your direction and his cheek dimples. Your world is small, too small for coincidences. You’re starting to think there’s more going on than just a job out of town. 

[jaxon-exe]

I’m bored so

Gotham Youtube Videos

Asking Gotham heroes to do a flip!!

Exactly what it says on the tin, this guy went around Gotham asking heroes to do a flip. All did except Batman, Robin (Damian) and red hood. The video ends with a ‘bonus flip’ from Harley Quinn.

✨🌞 Here Comes the Sun 🌞✨

An AMV of Signal, using various clips of him from across the internet, all set to ‘here comes the sun’ by the Beatles.

A Gothamite once said

A compilation of news clips of Gothamites saying the most unhinged shit as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Examples:

“who still drinks tap water? I drank from a hose once as a kid and wouldn’t stop laughing for a week.”

*reporter* “sir where were you during last nights attack” *gothamite* “in my bunker like I am every Halloween”

*gothamite* “Then I heard gunshots and knew I was gonna be ok.” *reporter* “I’m sorry sir, gun shots?” *gothamite* “Yeah. I mean, they were coming from above so I knew it was red hood.” *reporter* “The crime lord??”

Etc

Thank you, they’re designer ✨💅

Originally a tiktok of someone (Stephanie) coming up to Tim Drake on the street and saying, “I like you eye-bags” and Tim responding with “thank you, they’re designer.”

Tim Drake earning his Designer eye-bags

A compilation of Tim from interviews/talk shows as well as on the red carpet. He always in the background of whatever is happening and is slowly falling asleep/fighting for his life to stay awake. Wii music plays over the whole vid

I saw Batman!! Not clickbait!!!!

It was clickbait

Bruce Wayne being a single mom for 4 minutes straight

A compilation of the Wayne kids doing something stupid (e.i. Saying something stupid in an interview or doing something stupid at a gala) and Bruce Wayne trying desperately to stop his kids/get control of the situation. It ends on a clip of Bruce rubbing his eyes with one hand, his other hand on his hip. In front of him stands his fully adult son, Dick Grayson, who is soaking wet after having jumped into a fountain. 

Batman saved my cat!! Not clickbait!!

It was clickbait.

Nightshift in Gotham

A vlog style video by a collage student working at a 24 hour dinner. They start the shift by making a coffee with an ungodly amount of caffeine in it and leaving it in the back alleyway. The only explanation given is that it’s “an offering incase we get robbed”. They do get robbed but Red Robin shows up in less than 30 seconds to handle it. An alarm goes off at 2am, putting the dinner in lockdown, full blast shields and all. The lockdown lifts just before their shift ends and they end the video by saying “so that about a standard night really. Don’t know y anyone would be interested in this but whatever.”

Robin and Red Robin being ✨siblings✨

Straight up a vid of them trying to kill each other. It got taken down within the day.

Batman bought me lunch!! Not Clickbait!!

It was clickbait.

Is Buce Wayne actually dumb?

A video essay about Bruce Wayne’s life and career and asking is Bruce Wayne really as dumb as the media makes him out to be. The conclusion is no, he is not. He’s a great businessman, was top of his class and was almost a Dr, only dropping out bc of personal matters and the only reason the media thinks he’s dumb is because he is a fun, loveable guy that doesn’t take thinks seriously.

Batman saved me from riddler!!! Not Clickbait!!

Surprisingly not clickbait but at this point nobody believes it’s true bc of the clickbait vids in the past

Why we love Red Hood

A vid make by a crime alley local, going around and asking about all the good things red hood has done. Alley kids talk about hood giving them food and keeping the shelters safe for them. Working girls talk about hood protecting them from harassment, from both random guys and cops. The old couple that owns the bodega talk about him in the same way they’d talk about their grandkids. A guy (who doesn’t show his face to the camera) says that hood’s the best boss he’s had, that the guy even gave him paid time off when his kid was sick. A woman (who also doesn’t show her face) says that hood saved her and her kids from her abusive ex-husband and then helped her get clean when she expressed that she wanted to. A worker at a local food bank says that in the aftermath of every big disaster they have, Red hood and his gang always shows up with truck loads of food, not only shelf stable food (tho that’s the majority of it) but also fresh fruit and veg. The video ends with rapid fire clips of them asking people if they thought red hood was a hero.

All of them say yes.

(Bonus from blüdhaven)

Why we love Nightwing.

A compilation of the guy’s ass.

[redocity]

hi! i’m in love with your work. i hope this is not a strange request but i was speaking to one of my friends about how buck would subscribe to an OF account that turned out to be the new recruit at the 118.

bonus points if he recognizes them by their voice 🙏😝

GOIN’ BUCK WILD — E.BUCKLEY

you have a moment of introspection after realising that one of your new teammates already knows who you are. from your less… public form of income.

evan buckley x gn!OF!reader | 1.4k | nsfw | masterlist.

a/n — speed ran this request bc it’s actually hilarious. this is such a buck thing to do

18+ for nsfw mentions. MDNI.

You never expected this to happen. Not in a million years. You always knew there was a risk, a slim one, but still a possibility. The internet is vast, yet incredibly small at the worst of times.

You’ve been running your OnlyFans account for a little over a year now. It started off as a side hustle, a way to make some extra cash while working toward your career goals. You never showed your face, never revealed anything too personal—just enough to keep your subscribers coming back.

A few teases here and there, a sultry voice guiding them through whatever fantasy they needed. It paid well. Really well.

And then you got the call. The one you’d been waiting for.

The 118 had an opening, and they wanted you.

You worked your ass off to get here. The training, the certifications, the grueling hours. You deserved this. You earned it. And nothing—not even your little side gig—was going to get in the way.

Or so you thought.

Day one at the 118 is nerve-wracking, but you keep your cool. You walk in with confidence, shaking hands, introducing yourself to the team. They all seem great—kind, welcoming, like the family you hoped to find here. Bobby Nash, the Captain, offers you a warm smile. Eddie, all serious but friendly enough. Chimney, cracking a joke within seconds of meeting you.

And then there’s Evan Buckley.

Buck, as he introduces himself, is standing a few feet away, his eyes scanning you like he’s trying to place you. You extend a hand. “Hey, nice to meet you,”

The moment you speak, his entire body goes rigid. His blue eyes widen, his mouth opens, then closes, then opens again like he’s trying to find words but they’ve all escaped him. And then, like a switch has been flipped, his face goes bright red.

Like, rivalling the fire-engines red.

Buck is a man who likes to enjoy himself—who can blame him? He works a dangerous job, sees things most people would rather pretend don't exist. So when he gets home, when he's alone in his bed, he indulges.

And god, has he indulged in you.

Or at least, the version of you he's seen on a screen. The one who teases and whispers, who lets out soft, breathy moans that have gotten him through more nights than he’d like to admit.

But none of that prepared him for this. For you standing in front of him in broad daylight, in full gear, looking so much better than his imagination ever managed.

You pause, confused. His grip on your hand is firm, almost too tight, and when you glance down, you can see his knuckles turning white.

“Buck, you good?” Chimney nudges him with an elbow, snapping him out of it.

Buck blinks rapidly, clearing his throat as he drops your hand like it burned him. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m good. Great. Fine,” His voice cracks on the last word, and you swear you see Chimney smirk.

“You sure? You’re looking a little…” Eddie gestures vaguely to Buck’s entire existence right now.

“I’m fine,” Buck insists, before turning his attention back to you. “So, uh. You’re the new recruit?”

“That’s me,” you say, still smiling. “Looking forward to working with you, Buck,”

He makes a sound. It’s almost a word, but mostly just a strangled noise.

“Cool. Cool, yeah. Same,”

Bobby starts introductions, and Buck tries—really tries—to focus. But every time you speak, his eyes flick to your lips, then away just as fast.

He is so screwed.

You arch a brow but don’t press. Maybe he’s just awkward. Maybe he’s nervous about new recruits. You don’t know him well enough to tell, so you move on, shaking Eddie’s hand next, then the others.

But even as the introductions wrap up, you can feel Buck’s eyes on you, burning into your skin like he’s just had a revelation of biblical proportions.

It doesn’t hit you until later.

Not until you’re in the locker room, shoving your gear into your assigned space, when you remember something—a very specific string of comments on one of your recent videos.

God, you sound so good.

Your voice is insane.

Do you take requests?

And the username attached to it?

BucksWild89.

Your stomach drops.

Oh. Oh no.

You spin around, catching a glimpse of Buck through the open doorway. He’s standing in the kitchen, gripping a bottle of water so tightly you think it might shatter in his hands. His eyes dart to you, and when he sees you looking, he immediately looks away, ears still red.

Shit.

He knows.

The realisation settles over you like a weighted blanket, suffocating and oddly exhilarating at the same time. You should be mortified. You are mortified. But there’s also a tiny, traitorous part of you that finds this hilarious.

Evan Buckley, firefighter, hero, and apparently one of your most devoted subscribers, is currently having an existential crisis in the middle of the firehouse because he just put two and two together.

And now you have to work with him.

—

For the next few weeks, Buck does his absolute best to avoid you.

It does not work.

Not when you’re both part of the same team, constantly thrown together in high-stress situations. Not when you’re running drills side by side, when you're jammed into the firetruck together, when you’re passing each other in the kitchen at the station.

And definitely not when you start leaning into it.

Nothing obvious—nothing anyone else would notice. Just little things. A brush of fingers when you hand him something. A knowing look when you catch him staring. Lowering your voice just a little when you talk to him, just enough to remind him exactly where he’s heard it before.

It’s driving him insane.

He tells himself to just act normal. To pretend he doesn’t know what you sound like when you’re gasping out his name (well, not his name, but a name). To not think about the way your body looked stretched out in those videos.

It does not go well.

Especially not tonight.

He’s in the locker room, leaning against the metal doors, taking slow, deep breaths. Trying to will away the flush on his face.

“Hey, Buck,”

He groans. “Oh, come on.”

You laugh, stepping inside and letting the door shut behind you. “What? Something wrong?”

He gives you a look. “You know what’s wrong,”

You raise an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“You—” He cuts himself off, rubbing a hand down his face. “You have to stop messing with me,”

You tilt your head. “Why?”

He drops his hand, looking at you like you’re the single most frustrating person he’s ever met. Which, fair.

“Because every time you talk, I hear it,” he mutters, voice strained.

You step closer. “Hear what?”

His jaw clenches. His eyes flick to your lips. “You know what.”

Your smile curves slow and wicked. “Oh Buck,” you murmur, voice dropping into that soft, breathy tone he knows too well, leaning in just enough that he can feel the heat of you. “Am I distracting you?”

He makes another one of those strangled noises. You love it.

“I hate you,” he mutters.

You grin. “No, you don’t,”

He swallows hard. “You can’t tell anyone,”

You place a hand on his chest, right over his racing heart. “I won’t,”

His hand catches yours before you can pull away.

There’s a beat of silence. A shift.

The teasing fades, just a little. Enough for something else to slip in.

Something that makes the air go thick between you.

“…What now?” Buck asks, voice rough.

You look at him. Really look at him.

“Depends,” you say softly.

“On?”

You let your fingers trail up, just a little. Over his collarbone. To the side of his neck. You feel the way he shivers.

“How committed you are,” you murmur.

His hand tightens around yours.

And oh.

You are so not done with him yet.

[darksigns-exe]

a thousand flowers could bloom - noah sebastian x f!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: swearing, dry humping, big feelings

note: by request from an anon <3 im so sorry that it's taking me FOREVER to get to these.

masterlist | read pt 2 here | taglist sign-up

Finding Noah in your apartment like this isn’t unusual. Over the course of your friendship, you got used to Noah taking full advantages of the spare key you had given him. Most of the time he announces himself with a quick text, but on occasion he’ll already be there by the time you come home from work, the store or some social obligation. 

Today was one of those occasions. He’s stretched out over the length of your two-seater when you unlock the door, feet dangling over the edge of it. It’s fairly late, and he seemingly hadn’t even bothered to turn on the lights before he’d made a home for himself on your sofa. Noah is so fast asleep that he doesn’t notice you moving around the room, he only stirs when you find a place for yourself amongst his limbs. He stretches with a stifled groan, blinking up at you, still firmly held in the grasp of sleep.

“When did you get back?” he asks, voice still a little rough. 

It’s so awfully domestic. 

There’s really no denying it. What you feel for him can’t be just friendship. Moment’s like this make you feel as if you’re about one step away from your relationship becoming more than that, but at the same time you know how difficult it can be to be with someone like him. The touring and the other demands of his line work already make it difficult to be his friend. And even then, you don’t even know if he wants you like that. 

Realising that you’ve been silent for a moment too long, you shake yourself out of your silence. 

“Half an hour ago, maybe?” you reply. 

He squints at you for a moment before breaking into a smile, “I had to get out of the house for a bit, hope I didn’t interrupt any plans?”

In a way he did, but Noah doesn’t need to know about that. 

“You’re good.”

You adjust your position as he sits up, giving you a little more space. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” Noah announces then. 

As if you’d expect anything else from him, the boy is somehow always hungry. 

“I’m surprised that you didn’t order anything before I got here.” you counter, “Our usual place is closed today, so you’ll have to settle for something else.” 

From the sigh he lets out, you’d think that the greatest of tragedies had just struck him. Eventually, he grumbles out a resigned fine, and you’re so sure that you can see him rolling his eyes like a petulant child. You settle on a different restaurant but realise too late that this place has an expected delivery time of almost an hour. 

You decide to put a record onto the turntable while you wait and settle on a favourite of yours. 

Dummy by Portishead. 

The soft pulsing beat of the opening track settles you into a comfortable mood. With your legs thrown over Noah’s lap, you’re more than comfortable. Your idle chatter is interrupted when Noah’s phone dings with a notification that lets you know that your delivery will be delayed by a good twenty minutes. 

The delay quickly flees your mind when his hand settles a little too high on your thigh. The touch is innocent enough, really, and maybe it’s only the music that makes it feel like more than it actually is. But you can’t deny the warm feeling that spreads throughout your body. 

The conversation steering into a more intimate direction doesn’t exactly help your situation. It’s not uncommon for the two of you to talk about your relationships, although you’ve noticed that Noah has talked less about seeing people in recent months. When he would sometimes tell you about the people he went out with, he’d been suspiciously silent on the matter recently, and you can’t help but wonder if he isn’t seeing anyone or if he’s just not telling you about it. 

“I don’t know, it just feels like everyone’s a disappointment, you know? I don’t know if my expectations are too high or if people are just shit.” you conclude your rant about the state of your love life. 

Noah eyes you for a moment, “And what do you expect?” Your breath catches in your throat when you look at him. He’s never looked at you like this before – or if he has, you’d never noticed. His eyes are blown wide, lips caught between his teeth. Somehow, you already know that whatever you’re about to tell him will change things between you. 

“I guess I just want someone to want me, if that make sense? I don’t think I’m asking for too much with that.” 

Noah clears his throat. His hand pulses on your thigh, and you’re acutely aware of how intensely he’s pinning you down with his stare. “Oh, absolutely not.” his hand wanders up your thigh so tentatively, “Maybe you’ve been looking in the wrong place.” 

Your heart thumps in your chest. 

Surely he isn’t insinuating what is spinning around in your head. 

“Do you think so?” 

You sit up, but don’t quite detach yourself from him yet. Your palms feel awfully sweaty, and you have to force yourself to take deep breaths. 

In the moments before he answers, you feel yourself spiralling through all kinds of scenarios. 

“I don’t know, maybe you should look a little closer to home.” 

His hand settles above your hip. It doesn’t feel foreign, you’ve always been a bit more tactile with each other. You know that part of what has been holding you back from falling into bed with just anyone has been the high expectation you have for your first real sexual encounter. Sure, you’ve made out with people, but it never turned into more. Something had always felt off. 

Something you don’t feel right now. 

“Noah?” you ask quietly, afraid to break this delicate moment. 

“Yes?” his reply sound just as trembling as you feel. 

You can’t find the right words then. Suddenly, everything you could say feels so out of place, so insignificant. 

Thankfully, Noah seems to sense your predicament. 

“Look at me for a moment, will you?” he says softly, drawing your attention to him, “Nothing has to happen here unless that’s what you want. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. We can just put a pin in this and come back to it when you’re ready for it.” 

As much as you appreciate his concern for you, right now your mind is set on a single track. You don’t know where the confidence suddenly comes from, but you’re glad that it finds you. It takes Noah a moment to catch up when your lips meet his. A second later, his hand finds the side of your face. When you part, his cheeks are tinged bright pink. 

You can’t stay away from him for long, though. Y0u scramble towards him, coming to rest atop his thigh. His arms wrap around your body, keeping you close to him. Noah pushes his thigh upward, bringing it into contact with your centre. It’s just a small touch, lessened by the fabric of your shorts, but it still sends a spike of heat up your spine. 

You feel a little out of your depth with this. In theory, you know what you’re supposed to do, but in practice it feels so daunting. And when you pull away from his lips, Noah’s face immediately twists into a concerned furrow. 

“Is everything okay? Too much?” 

His hands settle on your waist, as he fixes you with just so much worry. 

“I just don’t know – I don’t know what I’m doing.” You admit feeling a little more foolish than you’d like to admit. 

The concern fades into something softer, “Do you want me to help, love?”

You nod, unable to find your voice. 

“Alright. Okay.” you can tell that he’s sorting through his thoughts, “Tell me if something doesn’t feel good, okay?”

“I will.” 

A faint smile plays on his lips, “Good.”

With his hands still holding onto your waist, he brings his thigh back into contact with you. The rhythm he helps you find is slow enough, and you find yourself taking over fairly quickly. Noah keeps one hand on your waist, while the other moves up the side of your body, creeping up towards your ribs. His thigh shifts beneath you, drawing a hitched breath from you. 

“Is that good?” he asks softly, his gazed fixed on your face. 

You can only nod, feeling much too overwhelmed to vocalise how you feel beyond the soft sighs that have been pouring from your lips. 

Noah pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around your body once more. Your hips move against him seemingly on their own. It’s so dizzying. If you already feel like this with this many layers of clothing separating you, how good will it feel when you can actually feel his skin against yours? 

You feel Noah bury his face in the side of your neck, shifting his body, allowing you to feel how much this affects him too. He moans against your skin when you move against him a little more intentionally. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” you speak into the crook of your neck, lips barely lifting from your skin. 

Your fingers twist into his hair, trying to keep him there as best as you can. The sound he makes when you tug at it a little makes you shiver. 

“Noah.” you sigh. 

The pleasant sting of him sucking a bruise into your skin makes your head spin even more. That knot in your middle feels so tight already, even with so much separating you. 

“Lie down for me, love?” 

His face is so soft, cheeks flushed, lips spit-slicked. 

Noah helps you shift onto your back and covers your body with his as soon as you’re resting against the cushions. He hovers above you for a moment longer, gazing down at you with an impossible softness. And just as he leans down to kiss you again, the aggravating sound of your doorbell tears through the moment. 

His forehead drops to your shoulder as he lets out a heavy sigh. 

Noah presses a quick kiss to your lips before he lifts himself off you again. Your eyes fall shut for a second as you try to make sense of what just happened. 

I’ve wanted this for so long.

The words spin around your head. He wanted this – you. 

When you open your eyes and sit up, Noah is still talking to the delivery person. He returns to you a moment later, placing the bags on your coffee table. He sits next to you, wringing his hands together for a moment before he turns towards you. 

“We should talk about this.” he sounds so awfully hesitant, “I don’t want us to feel weird – I really don’t want you to feel as if I’m forcing something –” 

Instead of letting him ramble on into oblivion, you take the initiative and press a chaste kiss to his lips, effectively shutting him up. 

“Or we could eat and finish this later. You’re not the only one who’s been waiting for this.” It takes a second for your words to reach his head, but when they do, he gives you an almost wicked smile. 

“Oh, we will absolutely finish this later.”

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[yanderefarm]

@yanoverload easter

i feel a lil awkward doing an easter for crows characters but not a full one like this for mine but... they have less characters and like this is the easter content they deserve. i hope i captured them properly... hugos is bad but i tried my best.

general cw;; yandere stuff suggestive stuff

Eliphas

He doesn't understand the holiday almost at all. When you tell him about things like egg hunts he finds it stupid. That doesn't stop him from secretly hiding a bunch of eggs around the area. They're all real eggs so if you don't find them all its going to smell terrible in a few days. If you explained valentine's day to him as well you could make chocolate bunnies together. It'll be a mess.

After the day starts to wind down and the sun sets Eliphas changes his clothes into something more lacey and see through though it's embarrassing. His face is red as he explains to you his own holiday. With spring comes a new cycle of life and birth and he wants to make new life with you. His cheeks burn as he sits on your stomach, his thin negligee slipping off his shoulders. You'll help him bring in the spring won't you?

Ramune

Holy holidays like Easter aren't really a demon's thing. The only way Ramune really celebrates is by dressing up as a girly slutty bunny on stream and making fun of people who donate to him. Every ding of the donation calling him hot or asking him about his tail makes him laugh uproariously. Cruel comments about how do those idiots even realize he's a man or how they're so corny and pathetic. He's especially cruel feeding off all the horny attention from guys who don't have anyone else but him to spend Easter with. When one of his viewers point out that he's the same he flies into a fury screaming at his camera before shutting everything off.

You come home exhausted from your own plans with friends and family expecting to hit your bed and pass out. The demon sitting in your room has different plans. He's dressed head to toe in a sexy bunny costume that leaves nothing to the imagination, his finger twirls around his hair while his little fangs bite at his plump lips. Won't you help him with his fluffy bunny tail? He repeats the same lines he called corny hours before. You're too exhausted. He pushes it again, whining desperately as he spreads his thick thighs for you. You're the only one he has after all.

Beau

Leading up to Easter is an exciting time for a bakery, lots of pastel colored treats and fake grass made of shredded coconut. Beau is always busy this time of year so when it comes to the actual day you prepare all the food for the both of you. A nice wholesome little dinner with him and his granny complimented by delicious cupcakes. Beau gives you a basket full of goodies he picked out just for you and you give him a little basket much the same. What a wholesome holiday.

But again when night comes its hard not to notice how the stress of working so hard has taken such a toll on him. It's even harder not to notice how his swollen and full udders haven't been properly milked in a week. He sits on your shared bed, a blush on his cheeks as what's been building up all spring season finally hits his body hard. Your hands rub circles into his aching shoulders as he lets out a happy moo. It's ok you promise to help take good care of him through his breeding cycle.

Dae-ho

Your Easters used to be normal joyous occasions where you got to spend time with your family and loved ones. It's something you desperately needed now more than ever but the same cruel circumstances that make you desperate for human connection keeps you locked away from it. Instead you're in your law offices going over your upcoming case with a lump in your throat. When will it happen again? Who will he get this time? He's been so quiet since the horrifying Valentine's debacle.

You never expected that when you came home long after the sun had already set to find something so... normal. Relatively speaking. An Easter dinner lovingly crafted and mixed with traditional Korean dishes was set out at a table that was surrounded by large bunny plushies. It looked delicious. You would probably cave and eat it after you changed into your pajamas. However when you opened the bedroom door there he was. The phantom haunting your life was dressed in cute soft bunny pjs and sleeping soundly on your bed. Your fingers gently brushed some of his hair out of his face which caused him to stir. His soft red eyes gazed up at you with utmost adoration.

Mono

Another demon who finds no interest in Easter. Well he didn't until he learned that you were going to take him out to meet your family. At a park!! His tail hadn't stopped wagging since then. He hadn't liked being forced to wear a shirt and he really didn't like being forced to use silverware to eat. But the thing Mono hated the most about Easter? All the other dogs your family members had!! Your relative's dogs would excitedly greet you only for your big guard dog to wrap his arms around your waist and start growling. He growled at every dog, his ears laying flat. One time his bangs even slipped a little bit and the poor dog had to go hide under a bench. But other than all those awful things Mono loved Easter! He loved playing Easter games in the park, he loved eating a bunch of ham (almost half), he loved you petting him and telling him he was being good! He might actually really love Easter!!

When you finally got home was his favorite part. You drew a nice bath and he was sitting by the tub wagging his tail. He was such a good boy today wasn't he? He was!! Your fingers brushed back his hair, his own hand shooting up to stop you from revealing his eyes. Your cute puppy. He definitely deserves a treat for being a good boy. He deserves his collar and a night in your bed doesn't he?

Aiko

Aiko is used to Easter traditions, she's used to the same plans she's had with her husband for years now. But that's not happening anymore, is it? The house feels emptier as the holiday approaches. She's grateful when you agree to stop by after your own celebrations. She's already planning how to keep you there and never let you leave her side. She didn't expect for you to come over with an entire dinner and two extravagant Easter baskets. You explained how the bigger one was from your relatives, how they're big fans of her. Of course she cared more about the slightly smaller one, the one you seemed more embarrassed by. Awkwardly telling her how you hoped it would bring her joy. She pulled out a little white rabbit plush with bright blue horns. Her heart was racing.

You didn't even get the chance to reheat the food before you were pinned to the floor. Your back pressed right against the carpet and your arms pinned above your head. Aiko sat on your stomach, her soft thighs helping her hold you in place. There was a coy smile on her lips as she leaned in close. You should be more careful with a dragon during mating season.

Himmel

Easter as we know it doesn't exist there but there's a similar religious holiday that takes place in the middle of spring. Of course you would expect and respect the saintess to spend the holiday with her god while you prepared things for the spring festival in the capital. Two of you doing completely separate things. It was hard to be pretending to practice a religious holiday that Himmel could not be less interested in. It was hard to pretend like he didn't want to drop everything and run to your side. It was too much.

One night with the week long holiday almost over Himmel found himself drawn from the temple to your room. He was surprised to see you still awake, one hand buried in your hair in frustration as you worked by candle light. His body pressed against the door made it let out a creak as it opened a bit more. Why was he here? He couldn't answer you. He just needed to see you. It was sinful the way you kissed him but neither of you raised any concern. Your limbs quickly becoming tangled.

Hayato

Before for Easter you would have just played a cute cozy game with your girlfriend and eaten dinner with your family. Now? You're not allowed to leave her home. You can't go home for Easter not in the position you're in now. So instead you decide to make the best of it. A small celebration with your boyfriend girlfriend. You ordered a basket with a bunch of cute plushies and new jewelry for him. You figured that and some Chinese takeout would make enough of a celebration. You didn't expect him to start crying at your gifts, though you probably should have.

You also didn't expect her to awkwardly corner you in your shared bedroom. He revealed underneath his clothes was a sexy bunny costume that didn't fit him exactly right. He took in a shaky breath as he tried to read your shocked reaction. She couldn't help but start crying again as she tried in vain to cover her body with her arms. She didn't look cute like the girls in the pictures or the pretty little feminine boys online. She was just ugly she sobbed. You collected yourself and grabbed her arms as you continued to stare in awe at the sexy sight. It was hard to comfort her with the sexy sight of her pinkish nipples peaking out past the too big bra cups. It was easier to reassure her just how sexy she looked with your mouth on hers.

Hugo

How does someone explain a religious holiday to an unholy creation? You don't even have the heart to correct his assumption that Jesus was like him because it just makes him so happy. Though you do have to tell him not to say that in front of other people. Living in a town like this it's important Easter day to go to church and then the Easter lunch afterwards. You are more than welcome to take home some leftovers to your new abomination. And more than leftovers you bring him a few flowers and some bunnies you carved from wood. His eyes light up so cutely when he sees the little hop hops as he calls them. It's even cuter watching him make them hop around and play together. His face goes a dark shade of green in embarrassment when he accidentally drops one bunny in a naughty position with another bunny. It's hard not to laugh at his cute reaction.

Maybe you two will be like the bunnies? But your teasing doesn't work on him as you notice him grow completely still. He fidgets a little bit before those big eyes are looking up at you. Can we? Oh... Can you?

[iluvlennie]

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 ✦ ❱ HAECHAN X FEM!READER

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ✦ ❱ a new dream.

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chapter warnings : violence, pet names

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the morning sun rose slowly, light spilling across you and haechan, curled beside the now burnt-out fire that had warmed you through the night.

after that talk with haechan—or, well, donghyuck—you started liking him a little more. he’d opened up to you, and you realized he was longing for the same thing you were. freedom. not the kind people romanticize in stories, but real, messy, uncertain freedom. the kind that still felt terrifying, but a little less so with him around.

haechan was still asleep, soft snores rising and falling beside you, a small comfort in the early hush. you were curled in your own hair, using it like a makeshift blanket. it wasn’t exactly luxurious, but it was warm, and it was yours.

until a scream shattered the peace.

you bolted upright, hair tangled and sleep still clinging to your eyes. it was haechan—yelling like he was being chased by a demon.

and well, close enough.

your eyes locked on him, flailing as he was being dragged by the leg—by a horse. the horse, clearly smarter than average, had recognized him and decided to personally deliver him to the guards.

you let out a dry laugh—because of course this was happening—and ran to help him.

grabbing his arm, you pulled with everything you had. “let go of him! i need him!” you shouted at the horse, hoping maybe it understood.

“come on, please leave him alone!” you pleaded, and to your shock, the horse actually stopped. it let go, and haechan collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

you stepped over him, cautiously approaching the horse. you smiled, gentle and non-threatening.

“blondie, watch out. he bites,” haechan called out, brushing himself off.

you ignored him, resting your hands on the horse’s head and gently petting him. he neighed softly, and you leaned down to check the small badge at his neck.

“maximus!” you said, delighted. the horse nodded, clearly pleased by your attention.

“okay, maximus. now sit.”

to haechan’s horror—and your amusement—the horse actually sat. obedient, like a very large, very judgmental dog.

you laughed, and haechan just stared at you like you’d summoned a storm. “oh, come on,” he muttered.

“you must be tired from chasing this bad guy around all the time,” you cooed, brushing your fingers through maximus’s mane. “nobody appreciates you and your hard work.”

“he’s a bad horse,” haechan said flatly. maximus grunted in response.

“he’s just a big, soft teddy bear. aren’t you?” you said sweetly, shooting haechan a warning look.

then you turned back to the horse. “okay. here’s the deal. today is kind of special for me.”

haechan perked up slightly, but you kept your eyes on maximus.

“i need you to not get him arrested. just for the next twenty-four hours. after that, you can chase each other all you want.”

maximus stiffened, his ears twitching with protest.

“also,” you added brightly, “it’s my birthday today.”

before anyone could react to that, a distant sound caught your attention—bells.

your head snapped toward the town ahead, the streets coming into view just beyond the trees. your heart jumped. everything was starting to unfold.

the three of you had finally made it out of the forest, now standing before the open stone gate.

you were in front, of course—eyes gleaming with excitement—while haechan and your new companion trailed behind you.

you took it all in. the big, bustling town, voices coming from every direction, children laughing and running through the streets. it was loud, and messy, and full of life.

it was all new to you. and it filled you with so much joy, it almost overwhelmed you. but in the best way.

you turned to smile at haechan, and he smiled back—your happiness tugging his mouth into something softer than his usual smirk.

he found himself watching you. the way your eyes lit up, the way your smile reached all the way into them. the way you looked at the world like it had been waiting just for you.

and in that moment, he knew. he had found his new dream.

the old one—the gold, the riches, the escape—it didn’t matter anymore. if he could make you smile like that, nothing else ever could.

however, your excitement didn’t last long. because as soon as you turned back around and walked deeper into the city, all that could be heard from you were soft yelps.

you hadn’t realized it, but people had been stepping on your long hair—pulling and tugging it unintentionally as they rushed past you in the crowded street.

haechan, being the gentleman he occasionally pretended to be, immediately moved to help, scooping up as much of your hair as he could manage in his arms.

he glanced around quickly, trying to think of a solution. his eyes landed on three young girls sitting nearby, braiding each other’s hair.

he whistled them over, hoping they’d catch on—and oh, they did.

the girls gasped, eyes sparkling, and rushed over to you, haechan, and maximus with the kind of excitement only little kids can have. judging by their expressions, they knew they were about to have the time of their lives.

they instructed you to sit, and without question, you knelt down, smiling nervously as they began to section and braid your hair.

haechan leaned against a nearby pole, arms crossed loosely, a soft smile spreading across his face as he watched.

he loved seeing you like this—laughing, relaxed, playing along with the girls like you belonged right there in the middle of their joy.

he wished he could freeze this moment, hold onto the image forever. the light in your eyes, the warmth in your laugh, the way you fit into the world like you’d always been a part of it.

he’d only met you yesterday, but none of that mattered anymore.

because now he knew.

he had found something real. someone worth fighting for.

after about fifteen minutes of non-stop braiding, the girls had moved on to decorating your hair with as many tiny flowers as they could find.

the colors matched perfectly with your dress—the purples and pinks blending like a sunset woven into your hair.

you twirled, laughing, your new hairstyle giving you a newfound confidence.

haechan was still watching, his smile never once fading.

once the girls were done, you thanked them with a bright grin and skipped happily over to him.

he was just staring—eyes soft, caught in the moment.

“soooo… what do you think, donghyuck?” you teased, noticing he still hadn’t said a word.

“you look…” he hesitated, eyes flickering from your hair to your eyes. “you look beautiful,” he said softly, quickly looking away.

“oh,” you said, a little surprised. you’d half expected him to joke or make a sarcastic comment. your cheeks flushed, and you looked away too.

after a short silence, haechan spoke again. “alright, blondie. since today’s your birthday, how about we take a stroll and do whatever you want?” he offered, voice lighter now.

you nodded eagerly, the awkwardness disappearing as you grabbed his hand and the two of you began to wander through the busy town streets, searching for whatever caught your eye first.

you stumbled upon another group of kids, drawing the kingdom’s symbol with chalk all over the city center.

your eyes lit up as you knelt down to join them, picking up the purple and yellow chalk and adding your own sunburst to the stone.

while you were focused on your drawing, haechan wandered off to a nearby market stand. he figured it might be nice to get you something—something to remember this day by.

he landed on a small purple flag with the kingdom’s golden sun in the center. perfect.

digging into his pouch, he paid the two golden coins the vendor asked for. no stealing today—he couldn’t risk ruining this.

when he returned, your sun drawing was nearly finished. he waited quietly, watching you with a quiet pride.

when you finally stood, brushing chalk off your hands, your eyes met his, and you both smiled.

you ran toward him again, clearly ready for whatever came next.

then, with a bit of a shy smile, he pulled the small purple flag from his pocket and held it out to you.

“here. this is for you, blondie.”

you chuckled and thanked him before taking the small flag and tucking it safely into your dress. “thank you, donghyuck.”

“something to remember today by. before you have to go back,” he said quietly.

right. you had to go back.

once today ended, haechan would take you home, you’d give him the bag, and that would be it. you’d never see him again.

the thought hit you harder than expected. you didn’t want it to end.

you didn’t want to go back—not to the tower, not to that quiet, caged life.

you wanted this. this freedom. this feeling. this version of life. you wanted more days like this. more moments with him.

you must’ve gotten lost in your thoughts, because haechan nudged you gently. “you okay, blondie? you got quiet all of a sudden. did i say something wrong?”

“no, no, i’m okay,” you assured him, forcing a small smile. “i was just thinking.”

“well, whatever you were thinking about—it can wait.” he smiled, his tone lighter. “come on, let’s enjoy the festival, yeah?”

“yeah,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

and with that, you let him take your hand and pull you toward whatever adventure he had planned next.

the rest of the day passed in small, unexpected adventures.

haechan had wanted to show you how he lived his life—and you let him. you let him show you how to enjoy the little things, how to turn fleeting moments into memories.

at some point, the two of you grew hungry, so haechan bought a couple pieces of bread. you sat tucked between two stone pillars, hidden from the royal guards who still seemed to be scanning the streets for him.

you didn’t mind the hiding. it added a thrill.

after that, he brought you to the library, saying it was the best way to show you the world. he guided you through shelves of worn books and ancient maps, letting you choose whatever caught your eye.

you spent hours there. reading to him, being read to.

it was easy. easier than anything had ever been.

when he read, his voice softened. it made you smile—made your chest ache in a way that wasn’t painful, just full. you imagined the children at the orphanage he told you about, listening to that same voice, feeling the same comfort.

at some point, you realized you’d stopped listening. you were watching him instead—watching the way his lips moved, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the way his hand rested so naturally beside yours.

and you knew.

you had fallen for him. completely.

the way he smiled. the way he made you feel like this world, for all its chaos, had a place for you.

he was your new dream.

later, after more hiding, reading, drawing, and everything in between, the sound of music drifting from the town square caught your attention.

hand in hand, the two of you wandered down a narrow street that led toward the music, the fading sun casting golden light across the stones.

halfway there, something stopped you—a mosaic on the side of a small church.

you hadn’t noticed it before. naturally, your curiosity tugged you closer.

a young girl—the same one from earlier—stood beneath it, gently placing a single flower at its base.

“for the lost princess,” she whispered.

you heard it clearly.

drawn in, you stepped closer to the mosaic. the colors were vibrant, warm. the image showed a strong man—the king—beside a graceful woman, the queen. she held a baby girl with long, golden hair.

your breath caught.

it wasn’t just the crown on her head—the same one haechan had stolen.

it was her face.

she looked exactly like you.

your heartbeat quickened. your head spun. everything seemed to blur around the edges. you stared and stared, unable to look away, like the image itself had grabbed hold of something deep inside you.

you didn’t even realize how long you’d been standing there until you felt a gentle tug on your hand.

“blondie,” haechan said softly. “let’s go.”

you turned to him, eyes still clouded, but nodded. your feet followed even while your mind stayed behind.

the sound of heels against cobblestone, music and laughter growing louder, slowly pulled you back into the present.

once you reached the square, a woman spun past and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the dance before you could even protest.

haechan stayed off to the side, shaking his head with a small laugh. “not much of a dancer,” he called out—but his smile didn’t waver as he watched you.

you twirled, laughed, lost in the rhythm. your feet moved without thought, your body swaying to the pulse of the music, your heart trying to beat in time with something new—something bigger than all of this.

for a moment, you felt like you belonged.

haechan stayed off to the side, humming along to familiar melodies. he refused to join—until a man suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him into the dance.

he stumbled, trying to follow the pace, clearly struggling. you couldn’t help but laugh.

with a quick apology to your own dance partner, you made your way over to him.

“would you mind if i steal him for a moment?” you asked, grinning. the man laughed and stepped aside, letting you take haechan’s hand instead.

you guided him through the steps, calling out directions softly. he caught on quickly, and soon the two of you were dancing like you’d done this a thousand times before.

the sun had long since set, the night sky glowing above you, scattered with stars.

you had danced for what felt like hours—until someone shouted, “to the boats, everybody!”

with no hesitation, you and haechan ran toward the edge of the kingdom, laughter trailing behind you. maximus followed, hooves clattering over the stone.

you both jumped into a small boat, the wooden sides rocking slightly under your weight. maximus stayed behind on the dock, looking unimpressed.

“hey, max!” haechan called out, tossing a bag of apples onto the dock. “i bought them!”

maximus looked between the bag and haechan, clearly skeptical. but after a dramatic huff, he started eating.

“see? progress,” haechan said proudly.

he took up the oars, rowing you both further from the shore, searching for the perfect spot to see the lanterns rise.

“where are we going?” you asked, curious.

“well, best day of your life. figured you should have a decent seat,” he said as he kept rowing the small boat.

you only sighed, glancing around, your eyes settling on the water.

“you okay?” he asked, more gently this time.

“i’m terrified,” you admitted, turning toward him.

“why? what’s wrong?”

“i’ve spent my whole life looking out of my window, dreaming about what it might feel like when the lanterns rise in the sky. what if it’s not everything i imagined it to be?”

haechan chuckled, but he reached out and took your hands in his. “it will be. trust me, blondie.”

“and when that’s done… what do i do then?”

“well,” he said softly, “that’s the good part, i guess. then you get to find a new dream.”

you smiled at him, squeezing his hand in return. he was right.

what he didn’t know was that you’d already found your new dream.

it was him. it was haechan.

lee donghyuck was your new dream.

you’d been leaning on the edge of the boat for a while now, heart thudding gently in your chest. any moment now, you told yourself. the lights would come.

you were nervous—but also happy. maybe more than you’d ever been.

absentmindedly, you picked a few of the tiny flowers from your hair and placed them on the water’s surface, watching them drift away.

then, suddenly, a soft glow caught your eye in the reflection. golden, warm, small—just one at first.

you gasped, heart catching in your throat. you scrambled to the front of the boat, hands gripping the sides tightly as your eyes followed that single lantern floating through the sky.

more followed, hundreds lighting up the night in slow waves.

you watched them with a childlike grin. they were simple, yes—but they were everything to you. a promise. a dream.

the lanterns had always been yours. something that only happened on your birthday. something that made you feel seen, even when no one else could.

and now you were finally here.

haechan watched you, his eyes soft, his heart full.

and in that quiet, golden moment—he knew.

he had fallen for you too.

haechan leaned over the edge of the boat, reaching out with both arms to grab the two lanterns floating closest to him—just so you could have the chance to let them go.

after a while of simply watching the sky, you turned to him, a big smile spreading across your face.

but he wasn’t looking at the lanterns. he was looking at you.

and in his eyes, you saw it—adoration, quiet and certain. the kind that told you he’d fallen for you too.

you sat back down across from him, and he stretched out his hand, nodding toward the lanterns now resting in the boat.

“for you,” he said simply.

“i have something for you too,” you smiled, reaching behind you to grab his bag.

you held it out to him, your fingers brushing his as he took it.

“i’m sorry. i should’ve given it to you sooner,” you mumbled, chuckling a little nervously. “i was just scared.”

your eyes met his. “but… the thing is… i’m not scared anymore. you know what i mean?”

he smiled softly, setting the bag aside and handing you one of the lanterns.

“yeah,” he said, his voice low, warm. “i’m starting to.”

you smiled back, and together, you launched the lanterns into the air—side by side, watching them rise, glowing against the night sky.

slowly, haechan leaned in, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. you leaned into his touch, eyes locked on his.

a soft blush crept across both of your faces as you inched closer, breaths mingling, lips barely apart.

your eyes fluttered shut, heart racing—you were ready for the kiss, for the moment you’d been hoping for.

but it didn’t come.

haechan froze. his hand dropped from your cheek as something caught his eye—two silhouettes in the distance. jaehyun. johnny.

your eyes opened slowly, confusion clouding your expression. “is… is everything alright?”

“huh?” he blinked, snapping out of it. “oh. yeah, um…” he trailed off, voice uncertain. “yes, of course, i just…”

he hesitated, and you could hear it—something was wrong.

without another word, he pulled back completely, reaching for the oars and rowing toward the shore with quick, practiced strokes.

when the boat hit the sand, he jumped out, the bag clutched tightly in his hand.

“i’m sorry. don’t worry. everything’s fine,” he said, turning back to you and resting a hand briefly on your cheek again. his touch was reassuring—but distant this time.

“there’s just something i have to take care of.”

“okay,” you whispered, nodding even though your heart ached a little.

“i’ll be right back,” he promised—and you believed him.

you gripped the edge of the boat as haechan’s silhouette vanished into the fog.

he’ll be back soon, you told yourself. he promised.

meanwhile, haechan pushed deeper into the mist, tracking the familiar footsteps waiting for him.

jaehyun and johnny sat on a cluster of rocks, both looking impatient and angry.

haechan approached, still clinging to his usual charm.

“ah, there you are! been looking everywhere since we split up,” he said, breezy as ever.

“anyway, just wanted to say—shouldn’t have dipped like that. the crown? all yours. i’ll miss you guys, but i think that’s for the—”

his sentence cut short when his back hit johnny’s chest. he turned, tried to keep the smile. “best,” he muttered.

“holding out on us again, aren’t you, haechan?” jaehyun smirked.

“what are you talking about?” haechan laughed nervously.

“we heard you found something better than the crown,” jaehyun said, eyes cold.

“we want the girl,” johnny added.

before haechan could react, jaehyun stepped forward—and everything went black.

back by the boat, you paced in tight circles, heart pounding.

finally, a silhouette appeared through the fog. you exhaled in relief.

“thank god! i thought you ran off with the crown and—”

another figure emerged beside him. the voice wasn’t haechan’s.

“that he did,” johnny grinned.

“no… no, he wouldn’t do that,” you stammered.

“see for yourself,” jaehyun said, gesturing.

in the distance, you saw haechan on a boat, crown in hand, drifting away.

“donghyuck!” you shouted. he didn’t turn.

“fair trade. crown for the girl with the magic hair,” johnny said darkly.

you turned, ready to run.

“how much do you think someone would pay to stay young forever?” johnny taunted, as jaehyun lunged with a sack.

“no! please—!” you cried, your hair snagging on a log as you fell.

you tugged desperately, but it was stuck.

then—a grunt. heavy thuds.

“y/n!”

your head snapped up. your mother was there, bat in hand, the men unconscious at her feet.

“mother!” you cried, your hair finally breaking free.

you ran into her arms.

“my precious girl, are you alright?” she dropped the bat and held you tightly. “did they hurt you? are you hurt?”

“how—how did you find me?” you asked, breathless.

“i was worried, so i followed you. when i saw them—god, let’s go before they wake up.”

she started to lead you away, but you didn’t move.

your eyes fixed on the boat, still drifting into the distance. haechan’s silhouette fading with it.

your heart cracked open. the tears came, and this time, you let them.

you turned back to your mother, clutching her tightly.

“you were right, mother.” you said through tears.

she smiled—smug, victorious.

“i know, darling. i know.”

author's note : okayyyy chapter five was lowkey crazy. BUT THEY ALMOST KISSED WOOO!!! i told u this part was gonna be crazy as hell!!! 😝 anyway, that's all i have to say really cuz the way this chapter came together so easily and so quickly oml i loved writing the lantern scene hehe. hope u guys enjoy and stay tuned for the final chapter ^O^

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[maryfett99]

Saitama as your neighbor

I decided to turn my previous idea into a full scenario where Saitama is your neighbor. I hadn’t really thought of something like this before but I think it could be fun, that image of Saitama seriously inspired me lol. I have so much fun reading (and now writing) silly fanfics 💕 I also kept it gender neutral.

Sorry if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language. Enjoy!

– Saitama x Reader

Oh just imagine our favorite egghead as your next-door neighbor.

At first when you run into each other in the hallway, he doesn’t pay you any attention. He doesn’t even bother to wonder who you are or what you’re doing there, he just keeps walking and goes into his apartment.

But the next time he sees you again, this time struggling with several boxes outside your apartment door.

That’s when it clicks in his mind: he overheard a conversation at the building entrance a couple of days ago about someone new moving in.

You’re carrying a really heavy one, and just before it slips from your hands, he reacts and grabs it for you.

“Careful. Where do I put this?”.

“Thanks, over here” you say, a bit embarrassed. You just moved in and already feel like you've made a terrible first impression (he couldn’t care less, honestly).

After that he heads back to his place, now aware of the new neighbor.

Not even a full day passes, just a few hours later, and you bump into each other again on the stairs. You exchange a quick “hey” since you're both in a rush.

Okay what the hell is going on? You're like four blocks away from the building now, and somehow walking in the same direction. This is getting awkward.

“Hey, why are you following me!?” he says.

He’s the one acting all offended lol.

“I am not!! You’re the one following me.”

Lil bro thinks he’s important.

(He is)

“What are you even talk—… Oh! I see it” he says before reacting again. He notices the flyer in your hand. You're both headed to the same grocery store for the sales! (It’s actually the last day of the weekly deals)

You're no longer on the defensive, you form a temporary alliance to score those sweet discounts.

On the way back home you're both a little more cheerful, chatting about the stuff you bought.

"30% off fruits and vegetables, can you believe it!!"

“Probably because they’re about to go bad and that's why they want to get rid of them quickly” you reply with a little laugh, glancing at his face — oh no. He’s not laughing. Did you just mess it up?

“Well, guess we better eat them fast then. Dinner at your place tonight!” he replies with a small smile as he keeps walking.

This man really just invited himself over to your house without waiting for a single word from you.

From that moment on, this guy is glued to your place, and you’re not getting rid of him anytime soon.

The next few times you meet in the hallway, you greet each other more enthusiastically. One day you invite him over to make dinner together and he shows up early knocking at your door. He also invites you to his place for hot drinks and watch TV.

Before you realize it, you're seeing him almost every day, he’s getting way too comfortable around your home.

A little over a week later, you come home from work, open the door… and there he is, sitting on your couch, drinking a big cup of tea.

(You haven’t even given him your keys)

“Hey hi! What are we having for dinner today?”

“I don’t know, are you giving me half the rent today?”

[maythestarsguidemyway]

I tried and in my opinion I failed but there you go:

Late night talks

“Plutarch offered me a job. In the Capitol.” I say as I dip a piece of cheese bun into the bowl of stew in front of me.

“I hope you rejected it.” Haymitch murmurs as he fills two glasses with red wine and hands me one. He then sits next to me, he rests his hand on my tight. He claims he ate earlier this evening, but I’m not sure I believe him. I know how he is when I am away and this time I was away for almost a month - on those days he drink more than eats. I can’t say I blame him. Being separated from him is hard on me as well, and I don’t really have any appetite when I’m back in the Capitol. So coming home to a clean house and freshly baked buns and still hot beef stew felt like a feast.

“I said I would discuss it with you first.” I’m eating slowly, enjoying every bite of my late dinner.

“You reject it. First thing tomorrow.” he steals a chunk of my bun.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You want to accept it and move back to the Capitol?” he doesn’t sound offended but rather a bit disappointed. I did promise him this one would be my last trip back. That’s why I stayed longer - to close that chapter of my life. While technically I am still in therapy, I don’t want to spend anymore times on train to the Capitol back and forth and experience huge set backs each time I am there. I would happily continue therapy but not in person. And even though every once in a while we need to be apart from each other, Haymitch hates when I go alone, and I am pretty much always go alone, because he hates the Capitol even more and I can’t ask him to accompany me. We tried, it didn’t work. It didn’t help neither his, nor my healing . So we agreed he would stay back - it’s not always easy because we need each other to deal with our ever present traumas but at the same time we need to learn how to cope on our own without letting our demons destroy us. I promised him I would be back at home in Twelve as soon as possible. Funny to think I call Twelve as my home now, but Haymitch and the children are there, and home is where they are. And it worked…until Plutarch’s offer.

“No…not really, but I feel like I owe him.”

“You owe him shit. If anything, he owes you. And if he wants to live to see another day, he stays as far from you as possible…mind if I remind you your promise of this being your last trip.” he doesn’t look at me, just tear another chunk from the bun next to my plate and dip it in my stew. I lean in to kiss him, his stubble tickles my lips.

“And I meant that. You know it. I have nothing left there, I have everything I need here with you and the children. He actually promised I could do it from here.” I offer him a spoon of stew, but he declines. Instead, he goes for the bun again. At least he’s eating something, not just drinking.

“Yeah, and he also promised you would be safe in the Capitol.” he says as he drinks the rest of his wine. When his glass is empty, he gets up, presses a kiss on the top of my head “Plutarch is full of shit, princess.” he leaves the kitchen and before I would even have a chance to ask him anything, I hear the back door opening and closing. I let out a tired sigh. The last thing I want to deal with after a day-long train ride is a fight with Haymitch. But we once made a deal we would never let a day end with unsaid things.

Before I would go after him, I clean up the kitchen and put away the remaining food. Once I’m out on the back porch, I don’t see him anywhere, I’m not even sure if he’s in the backyard or left. I just hope he’s not drinking somewhere. I sit on the swing we installed last summer and wait for him to return. It takes him almost an hour to return. He sits down next to me and extends his hand, our fingers intertwined as I put mine in his.

“Effie, I’ve never wanted to tell you this…Because I didn’t want you to think you are less or you mean less to me.” he’s not looking at me, he’s staring into the darkness, fixates on an invisible point somewhere in the distance. His voice is steady, that’s how I know he’s been thinking a lot about whatever he’s about to say “I've never wanted to leave you behind, I knew you would never be safe…Twenty-five years by my side is not exactly a life-insurance, Princess, not in a rebellion against the Capitol. Plutarch kept saying you would be just fine, they cannot accuse you of any shit, you’re the perfect Capitol puppet. I don’t think even he believed whatever shit left his babbling mouth. ‘Cause…let’s face it there were reasons upon reasons they could arrest you for - as they did…but even if they didn’t have anything, they would have created a fake one. Anything just to punish those who I love. And you have been by my side for a twenty-five years, you have supported me through everything. Anyone who thought being Capitol citizen would have saved you was and is a moron. Including me for not fighting hard enough for you. You should have been on that hovercraft with me and Katniss, and I wanted you on it but I didn’t do everything in my power for you. And therefore I failed you. You don’t know how mad I still am at myself for letting Plutarch foul me and you don’t know how scared I am that I would fail you again. You are not safe in the Capitol, you are not even safe in Twelve. But here, they don’t dare to touch you. But I can’t accompany you to the Capitol to protect you. And I will not risk losing you again. If you wanna accept it, that’s your call, Princess, I will try to support you but I can’t promise anything.” silence falls on us for a long time. It was a love confession I never dared to hear. I know he didn’t leave me behind on his own terms - I never for a second I believed he left me behind because he didn’t want to save me, even in my darkest hourd I trusted him. As he said we have gone through a lot together and we are (and were) a team. From the very beginning.

“I won’t accept it.” I say as I snuggle up to his side “Not because I don’t want it, I’m not sure about that, but I am happy what I have now and where are we now. I don’t need more and I don’t need less - it’s enough and it’s perfect.”

[stellamancer]

actually my niku ……. do you have any thoughts to share about your selfships’ midnight routines? :3c in general? like roast and nikooj and roadkill (and dead meat coughs coughs) and etc….. what do you do before bed? do they lull you to sleep? what would they do if you chose to sleep on the couch…..? pls share with the hungry mice 🐭🎤

MIDNIGHT... i am never up at that time what do you mean (pretends i was not up til 5am local time today).

to be perfectly honest, i am the absolute worst when it comes to following any sort of routine on my own. i literally space out on my computer for xx amount of hours, during which i will eat dinner, and then i will go to bed where i am on my phone for a little before actually going to sleep.

nikooj and roadkill are a little more... unstructured to say the least, with nikooj literally being like... there is almost no routine. which is hilarious when it's the only selfship where living together is part of the lore lmao. but you know what isn't? actually dating in full lmaooo. it's still in the will they or won't they phase. which. makes sense given, well you know (pretends i don't have a spicy comm of that). nikooj tends to be up later though, but i'm usually asleep first. gojo is a freak who watches me sleep. next question.

there's a little more... routine for roadkill because uramichi goes to the gym after he's done with work and he works untill i get off and he comes and gets me from work. he drinks less when i move in lmao, though i tell him it's fine if he still wants to drink. we take turns making dinner and then it's kind of parallel play situation til a bit before bed. i'm honestly surprised when i find out he has a simple skin care routine he does before bed (btw as MUCH as i like to think gojo has a routine himself, i think it's funnier if he just slaps water on his face and calls it good) and so i try to do one too. i have an easier time getting to sleep than uramichi does, like far more easy, so i'm usually lulling him to sleep. like i will hold his hand to help him feel at ease! i couldn't decide to go sleep on the couch. i fear he would spiral. but if i did i would be coming back very quickly and apologizing for it.

OKAY NOW FOR THE CONTROL FREAKS.

part of me is like where i the difference? but i think that suguru is less direct than sunday is about things.

so like, it's past what suguru thinks is an acceptable dinner time and he just gently taps my shoulder and smiles and asks if i've had dinner yet (he knows the answer) and pulls me from whatever i'm doing to eat dinner. subtly reminds me to get off the computer and go wash my face by closing the book he's reading and heading into the bedroom a bit before bedtime. i think honestly suguru has me trained like a dog or something.

it's about the same with sunday, except instead of asking if i've had dinner it's more 'it's getting late you should eat dinner' and coming into the bathroom to do the skincare routine with me (i sometimes do not take the proper amount of time). sunday will also make sure i put my phone away so i don't get sucked into being on it much later than i should. if i have trouble sleeping i'll ask him to yap about something. anything really. i like his voice. owo

anyway, it's laughable to think either of them would even allow me the thought of sleeping on the couch. even if i try to wait once they've fallen asleep, the second i try to get up there is an iron clad grip on my wrist. or. if they're suspecting it around my waist. T_T

i might make an excuse and try to lie about it and say i'm going to the bathroom... but suguru conceals a threat in his words when he tells me to not get lost and sunday will call me out on the lie.

[z0mbiekisses]

SO HIGH SCHOOL !

a highschool au tyler joseph x reader based off the taylor swift song & haley and nathan from one tree hill..

WHERE reader is a dedicated student, who’s passionate about writing. a rory gilmore type of girl. who spends her free time in coffee shops & reading. tyler joseph on the other hand is a star basketball player. who spends his free time going to local concerts with his friends, and could care less about his grades. that was until his coach told him if tyler didn’t improve his grades, he couldn’t play basketball. so tyler asked the best student he knew.. y/n. tyler even offered to pay her for these tutoring sessions. and y/n needed the money. could these two get along long enough to hold their ends of the bargain? or will they despise each other more than they did from the start?

READ UNDER THE CUT !

tutoring was a great way for me to make money without having to take too much time away from school. it was actually enjoyable for me, until i was peacefully studying at my favorite coffee shop. and tyler approached me. we shared the same english class. and that’s about all that we had in common. i wasn’t a fan of him, not just because he seemed like the stereotypical jock. but because my brother, josh. he would often run into problems with tyler’s friends. i don’t know if tyler has any part of it, but i didn’t care enough to figure it out.

i looked up from my books, not bothering to say anything.

“hey i’m tyler-“

“i know who you are.” i didn’t have the patience to play whatever game tyler was apart of. though, i didn’t see his friends anywhere. we sat in silence for a moment before i spoke up,

“did you come here to stare at me or?” tyler let out an awkward laugh.

“no i was wondering if you could tutor me?” i wanted to laugh in tyler’s face.

“nope find someone else-“

“y/n you know you’re the best of our class.” tyler interrupted. i couldn’t argue with that logic per say. but why ME? he could easily afford some rich tutor or pay someone to do his work FOR him.

“look, it’ll be just for three weeks till midterms. and i’ll pay you 5 dollars an hou-“

“10 dollars.” tyler nodded his head in agreement. i can’t believe i agreed to this, but it would be good money. and it’s only for three weeks.

we had our first meeting out on the pier the next day. tyler was distracted, and it pissed me off. i didn’t come here to waste my time.

“tyler, i know you’re not spending 10 dollars an HOUR.. to dick around.” tyler chuckled. i eventually got him to focus. and we spent the next couple of hours actually doing work. tyler was smart, i figured that out fast. he just needed the motivation & a little extra help. he was a fast learner. as i was packing up my stuff tyler spoke up,

“cool shirt.” i looked down at my no doubt shirt. it surprised me tyler recognized it, though they were fairly popular.

“you listen to them?”

“yeah, don’t act so surprised.” i didn’t notice my tone of voice. i laughed softly. we ended up talking about the band, which lead to us talking about other music we had interest in. and to my amazement, we actually had pretty similar taste in music. i felt embarrassed for judging him so harshly when i didn’t know tyler. but it didn’t change the fact that he hung out with a bunch of assholes. i couldn’t tell josh about any of this. if he knew that i was even TALKING to tyler he’d get upset. and that’s the LAST thing i wanted. i wasn’t lying to josh, he knew i was a tutor. josh just didn’t know WHO i was working with.

the next few sessions went well. i could tell tyler was making actual progress. we’ve also been getting closer. i found out tyler makes music. when i went over to his house, he actually played me one of his songs titled “tonight”. it was beautiful, so full of emotions. it was crazy for me to see tyler the guy who i once thought was an arrogant asshole. singing such a amazing song, it spoke to me. i felt almost peaceful sitting on the edge of his bed watching him play piano. after he finished playing i gave him a small applause.

“you know, i’ve been working really hard this week.” tyler turned to face me. i mumbled a “mhm”. curious on what he was getting at.

“so i think you owe it to me to come to the game tomorrow.” i rolled my eyes. sport games weren’t really my thing. they were too loud, too crowded. which sure, you could say the same thing about concerts. but i like to think there’s a difference between the crowds.

“i don’t think so.” tyler sighed. i didn’t WANT to disappoint him per say. but there really wasn’t a point in me going.

“so you’re telling me i got this A for nothing?” tyler pulled out the mini quiz we took the other day in english. i squealed,

“tyler! oh my god i’m so proud of you!” i exclaimed, his eyes squinted up as he smiled. which turned into those pleading puppy dog eyes. i groaned,

“fine.. i’ll go ONLY this once.” however, it was a mistake.

it was fine at first. i saw tyler for a few minutes before the game. he was so happy to see me there. i sat with one of my best friends, ella. tyler was a really good player, he was the one scoring the most. i ended up finding myself cheering with the crowd a few points. maybe this all wasn’t as bad as i thought. i saw tyler in the hallway during halftime, giving him a quick hug before he went into the locker room. i turned around to go back to ella when i saw josh standing behind me. i tried to play it off,

“oh hey josh! you decided to come to the game too?” josh’s face was unphased.

“yes, i go to every game for yearbook.” fuck. i completely forgot. when i tried to come up with an excuse, josh spoke again.

“and never in my life have i seen you at a sports game that our dad didn’t drag us to.” i sighed. i looked down at my shoes. i couldn’t even look at josh.

“and now you’re hugging TYLER of all people?”

“he’s not that bad- we’re friends.” i tried to defend myself but josh didn’t want to hear it. his look still stern. i infact only pissed him off more.

“friends?! with THAT asshole after EVERYTHING?”

“it wasn’t him. it was his friends.” josh just scoffed. finally looking away from me.

“i didn’t think you’d stoop so low y/n.” and with that, josh walked away. i couldn’t even be excited when we won the game. i felt awful. how could i hurt my own brother? but tyler wasn’t this asshole i thought he was. his friends maybe. but not him. i didn’t want to LOSE tyler. but i couldn’t keep stabbing josh in the back.

part two coming soon

[munsonsduchess]

Monster Smash

summary: you meet eddie at a house party and the night takes an unexpected turn warnings: underage drinking, recreational drug use (weed), face sitting, oral (f receiving), semi public sex (eddie and the reader are in a room at a frat house during a party) w/c: 977 a/n: surprise bitch! another halloween fic! honestly with the amount of ghostface content on tiktok these days it was kind of inevitable we'd end up here, i was originally just going to post the other halloween fic but this one wouldn't leave me alone

It was Halloween and you were having the worst time. You didn’t know anyone at this party your roommate had dragged you to, citing that you needed to get out more, the drinks were shit, the music was shit, honestly you were tempted to just sneak out the back door of this frat house and claim you’d met somebody if your roommate asked the next day. 

You sighed and took another drink from your lukewarm beer and pulled at the hem of the black dress you were wearing. Usually you didn’t feel self conscious in the things you picked for yourself but being, less petite, than some of your peers and wearing something your roommate had picked out so you could both wear matching costumes (you got to be the bad witch) in a room full of obnoxious frat bros made you feel slightly … less confident than normal. 

You were about to cut and run when a guy appeared in front of you wearing a Ghostface Costume,

“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

“The Exorcist, 1973. A masterpiece in horror cinema” you responded without thinking. You hadn’t actually expected anyone to talk to you, after being basically ignored all night

“That’s, yeah that’s a really good pick” the guy pulled his mask off and you found yourself looking into the face of the local weed guy, Eddie Munson. 

Everyone you knew, yourself included, bought their weed from Eddie. His stuff was guaranteed to be the best and not laced with anything it shouldn’t be,

“It’s the line from the homeless guy in the subway ‘can you help an old altar boy father’ and then later on when they’re in Regan’s bedroom and she says the same thing in the same voice. Chills. Literal chills” 

“Such a good movie. They don’t make movies like that anymore, y’know? Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Rosemary’s Baby” 

“Have you seen X? Or Pearl? They have the same kinda vibes but are totally modern movies” 

“I’ve seen X. Massive Texas Chainsaw vibes” 

“Right!” 

You ended up finding a quiet corner with Eddie where the two of you could talk about horror movies for the rest of the evening. You’d honestly never really found anyone who loved horror the way you did so it was amazing to be able to vibe with someone like this. 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ 👻 ⋅.} ───── ⊰

The party raged on into the wee hours and by now both you and Eddie were feeling the effects of the beer and few joints you’d shared. You were feeling pleasantly buzzed and enjoying the attention of an attractive man, even if it wouldn’t go anywhere. 

“It’s so cool that you’re into horror, most people get freaked out or maybe enjoy those like conjuring movies”

“Ugh. The Warrens are the absolute worst, by all accounts they just scam people and then use their stories to write books and make more money” you gestured widely around the room, “how fucked is that?”

“Totally fucked” Eddie agreed 

“You know I almost didn’t come tonight but my roommate kinda forced me to” 

“Remind me to send your roommate a fruit basket or something as thanks then” Eddie said, “cause this is definitely a way better night than I thought it was gonna be”

“It’s so cool to meet a friend tonight” you agreed, “but aren’t you like ‘working’ the party?” 

Eddie laughed and you had to admit you loved the sound. You wondered if he would want to still be friends after the party was over,

“You’re cute. I mean sure it’s great talking like this but honestly, I saw you standing on your own and seriously couldn’t understand why cause just the sight of you in that dress had all the blood in my body run south. I mean, the fact that you’re awesome on top of being drop dead hot is a bonus”

Your brain short circuited for a moment and you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing,

“So, you wanna get a room?” 

“Absolutely I do”

Eddie smirked wickedly at you before helping you off the couch and pulling you behind him to the main staircase and along a corridor to an empty room. 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ 👻 ⋅.} ───── ⊰

“Sit on my face, come on” Eddie grinned at you, taking one of your hands and pulling you towards the bed. 

You followed the tug and threw one leg over the bed and balanced on your knees. Before you could even try to think about how much weight to bear down you felt Eddie grab your hips and pull you down onto his face forcefully. 

There was no way you could focus on anything but the way Eddie licked into you hungrily. His hands on your hips dug into the flesh there and you threw your head back with the intense feelings, moaning loudly. 

“Oh my god Eddie”

Beneath you Eddie made a muffled noise which you assumed was positive since he didn’t stop what he was doing for even a moment. 

You wondered briefly how he could breathe but the thought left your mind as quickly as it had arrived when Eddie’s nose brushed against your clit and you saw stars. 

Eddie continued to suck and lick you through your orgasm and the aftershocks, the oversensitivity made you want to pull away but Eddie held you firm coaxing yet another orgasm from you until your legs began to shake. Only then did he allow you to pull away and catch your breath,

“Holy shit” you panted, trying to regain some of your self control,

“That’s only the warm up act baby. It’s just you and me and no one is gonna hear you when you scream my name as loud as you want to” 

This was definitely a way better night than you’d thought it would be when your roommate forced you out tonight. 

After all what was Halloween without a few screams?

[sakura-chan-25]

I can't comprehend shit when I'm sleepy af to the point I almost fall asleep NO MATTER where I am currently

So in my sleepy mind a few days ago in bed, I was like "well how would the brothers react?" And I actually remembered even though I didn't write it down! 🥳 so here it is haha

Lucifer:

Either he's confused why MC can't comprehend anything and can't even keep up a normal conversation but finds it adorable and humerous nonetheless

OR he's the exact same

I mean that guy's a zombie while doing his work on autopilot

Don't tell me he WON'T get so tired at some point that he can't even talk with someone

If he's awake enough though he'll probably just scoop them up and put them to bed

Mammon:

Would look dumbfounded at MC, probably ask them if they're high or something and then laugh his ass off like a true best friend

Or he gets straight up worried, depends on his mood

But he WILL get worried sooner or later

Obviously he's gonna put them to bed like the softie he is

What do you mean? He's not nuzzling into them, you're imagining things–

Leviathan:

Panics

I'm sorry, he would freak out

He'd think MC got some rare disease or something first until they pratically fall asleep right where they are

Oh

Too flustered to pick them up and get them to bed

So he just throws a blanket over them, freaks out when it accidentally covers their head, adjusts the blanket while probably already blushing like a tomato and calls it a day

Satan:

He would tease them so much

Tries to talk with them and chuckle at their ridiculous answers

Probably wants them to curl up in his lap like some small kitty

But he's got some decency, he's not gonna take advantage of MC

Unless they're like dating or something then he'll probably just swoop them into his lap

Otherwise he'll just tuck them into bed

In the most gentle way possible of course

Asmodeus:

Squeals and just swoons over them

Know that Hazbin Hotel scene with Charlie just swooning over Sir Pentious trying to ask out Cherry Bomb (or confess, I don't remember anymore) and then Vaggie shoves her away? Yeah, Asmo's like Charlie

He'll probably tell MC how cute they are being right now and how he just wants to cuddle them to death-

They'll get worried eventually and try to talk MC into going to bed

Will cuddle up to them and won't be ashamed to admit it

Beelzebub:

Cutest puppy eyes ever while trying to tell MC to get some rest

Probably with a full mouth, so that you can absolutely NOT understand what he's saying

Whatever food he has left in his hands will get shoved down his throat so he can walk over to MC, pick them up and put them to bed as if they were too incapable of doing so themselves (who knows, they actually might be)

Belphegor:

Doesn't give a f-

No, really

Either he's sleeping, so he won't even realise

Or he's awake enough to be worried

He'll ask MC to join him wherever he's trying to sleep

And if they refuse, he'll just grab their wrist and pull them towards him until they're lying down

MC's probably out like a light and he'll just smile like the brat he is and cuddle close to them before going (back) to sleep himself

A/n: Sometimes I'll take forever to come up with headcanons and other times I'll finish them in half an hour or less. Guess what, that only took half an hour lol. Hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night! :D

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I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, medical procedures including dialysis and chronic illness, dry humping, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Pete Brenner, short!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Before you depart, you leave an extra tip at the counter. The owner was more helpful than he needed to be. You feel indebted.

As you go out into the street, you give a long glance in each direction. You're paranoid even after the hours that passed since the unwelcome encounter. It's not just that one time, it's that this guy keeps popping up.

You walk the block warily, checking over your shoulder every few steps. Your building is quiet now that the maintenance is done, at least for the day. You go up to your apartment and drop your bag by the door.

What a long, strange day. Still, you got a lot of work done. You can just relax. You have another appointment tomorrow and that will be less than soothing.

You go to the bedroom and pull out a set of pajamas. You change a piece at a time, stretching as fatigue knots your muscles. You pull up the shorts as a shadow flickers by the window. You turn, finding nothing but the dimming sky and the rattling fire escape.

You don't think much of it. The wind often shakes the metal ladder and your apartment never quite gets the full shine of daylight. You grab your laptop and turn on the same show you've been marathoning for almost a week. You nestle into bed and yawn, even if it is a bit early to turn in.

You try to unwind and let go of the stress needling in your temples. You close your eyes, the heaviness less crushing, more hypnotizing. It drags you down even as the tension longers in your body.

You dream of the cafe and its moody owner, the other man like a shadow outside the window, the ambience overcast and sinister. At the edge of your subconscious is the glare of the laptop screen, the garbled audio skewing to a hum. A cool flow washes over you and sends a shiver up your spine.

You rouse slightly, enough to pull the top of the quilt to your chest. You hug the patchwork and grumble as you roll onto your side. You seal your eyelids and cling to the sleep that weighs on your lashes. The blackness slowly spreads and all at once splinters as your name gristles into your ear.

Your eyes snap open to darkness. Your laptop is closed and set on your night table. There's a weight over you that suggests more than a blanket. You feel something wiggle under your side and realise an arm is hooked around you, their hand tucked beneath you.

You go rigid and inhale, ready to scream your lungs out. The hand swiftly slides free and smothers your voice. You whimper and squirm against the intruder.

“You know, sweetheart, I just wanted to talk…” his nose brushes along the shell of your ear, his damp breath on your nape.

You whine and grab at his hand desperately. How did he find you? Jow did he get in here? This has to be a nightmare!

He hushes you and nuzzles your hair. He presses a kiss to the back of your head and growls. He wiggles even closer to you, rolling his hips against you.

“Now I don't feel like talking,” he snarls.

Your eyes gloss as his strength traps you. You don't understand. What did you do to deserve this? Why does he care so much?

“You know what I feel like?” He rasps, rocking against you as his breath shudders with his fervent motion, “I feel like holding you down and seeing if the rest of you still works.”

You squeak as you claw at his thick wrist. Your heart thunders and your ears burn. You've never felt this helpless.

He keeps his rhythm, his crotch chafing against you as his other arm snakes under you. His hand flutters up to squeeze your chest. He grunts between his quickening pants as the bed shakes with him.

“I can be a nice guy,” he huffs, “but you make a guy wanna be mean.”

Your tears break free, leaking down to stain your pillow. You writhe and throw your elbow back. He growls as you catch him in the same spot as before.

He leans his weight into you, turning you on your stomach as he crushes you against the mattress. He pins you with his body, thrusting against you as the fabric between your bodies grows warm. You murmur and bawl into his salty palm as you feel his bulge hard and throbbing against you.

“That's it, baby, that's it,” he coaxes as he rocks faster, “almost….”

He slips his hand behind your head and pushes your face into the pillow, suffocating you. He coughs and grunts and spasms. He shakes and his pace turns erratic and he slows, little by little, until he still and gulping for air.

He falls limp over you, his head next to yours as he pets your hair. He purrs and turns to kiss your temple. You turn your head away from him and sob.

What just happened?