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𝑷𝑼𝑷𝑷𝒀 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑾 - 𝑴.𝑺.
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Summary: when you go on the interview where there's puppies you can tell how bad Matt wants to hold them, so you let him.
Pairing: Matt x Actor!Reader
Warnings: none
A/N: I came up with this idea randomly LMAO and i thought it was cute
you sat on the cold pink floor that was attached to the pink backdrop as multiple little puppies surrounded you, a little gold retriever coming up and sitting in your lap.
"So you have a boyfriend correct?" the brown haired interviewer asked. "Yeah uh- I do. His name's Matt and he's right over there actually." you said with a small smile as you pointed off camera to Matt, who was giggling softly and the interaction with you and the little golden retriever.
You knew Matt loved animals, puppies mostly. So it was no surprise to you when he asked to tag along with you to the interview. "How would you describe the development of your character throughout the movie?" the interviewer asked, you went on a small ramble about your character in your new movie that was coming out in a few weeks, Matt just listened to you. He loved seeing how passionate you got whenever you spoke about your work.
After the little ramble, which was kinda hard to do because the little retriever kept licking your face which caused you to giggle every so often, you asked the interviewer if Matt could join you even though he had nothing to talk about. You knew how much he'd enjoy it.
The interviewer quickly agreed to which Matt hastily sat down next to you and joined you, giving you a quick kiss as he mumbled a small "Thank you." and a small husky was quick to sit in his lap, Matt smiling softly as he pet the small dog, the fur soft against his hand.
The interview kept going on, more and more puppies coming to you guys, well, Matt mostly. When the interview was over you took a quick picture of the interaction, saving it as your wallpaper. Matt sadly softly said bye to all the little fur babies, standing up and interlocking your hand with his and walking out towards his car.
Once your both sat in the car he starts it and drives smoothly to your place. He kept looking at you as if he wanted to say something but not quite sure. You noticed obviously, so you said "Matt?" to which he responded "hm?" "You need something?" he hesitates before speaking "Yeah actually." "What is it?" "Actually I'm not gonna ask you, we're getting a goddamn puppy I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8 to go shopping." he said as he pulled into your driveway and kissed you goodbye softly, mumbling a small 'I love you'.
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Chiming in on the whole "do tmascs/the transandrophobia community actually harass tfems on the scale that is claimed" thing, I've been wondering that for a while too, especially since back when [Popular Trans Blogger] was dealing with The Most Normal CEO Ever I saw literally EVERY SINGLE major voice in transandrophobia circles immediately drop everything, put aside all the harassment and hate they had faced, make it clear that trans people being harmed by cishet society comes before discussing deeper theory, and basically non-stop post about how she didn't deserve that and openly critique tumblr's transphobia and how it hurts tfems despite the fact that that user and her followers had been consistently vile to transmascs. Like they all jumped up to add their voices against the banning, it was so fucking clear they were able to prioritize protecting trans people no matter what, and no one ever really talks about it because they also don't gloat about putting the swords down for the greater good. It's just something they know needs to be done and they won't paint themselves as heroes or martyr for it.
On the other hand, I've never in my entire life seen a big TRF or anyone who travels in those circles ever stick their neck out when tmascs are experiencing harassment and transphobia, not once. Not even when it leads to the same unjust bans that tfems face(which do happen, at similar rates to tfem bloggers like the idea that the trans bans are a tfem only thing is simply not true). Like I've blogs that are constantly posting about how "if you never post anything about supporting trans women then you're probably a secret transmisognist" turn around and respond to people pointing out that they never post anything even vaguely supportive of tmascs(not even talking about discourse just the usual "trans men are valid and deserve support" positivity stuff that goes around) who are on their "side" by saying "um I'm a trans woman and this is my personal blog so I don't have to say nice things about trans men ever and it says absolutely nothing about me that I never have anything kind or nice to say about even the transmascs that are on my side/valid in my opinion and actually it's bigoted for you to demand I say nice things about other trans people fuck you kthxbye" and I just. What??
I know that there have been some cases of tmasc/transandrophobia bloggers harassing a trans woman, but like. It's pretty rare and usually only a couple of people. And that's still bad ofc but the scale is different for sure. In terms of big, influential tumblr users I swear every single time a popular tfem gets deactivated all the transandrophobia bloggers jump to their defense, meanwhile TRFs just gleefully go around attacking every trans guy who so much as breathes in their direction and calls you a transmisognist if you point out that it's fucked of them to have a double standard about trans rights. Or acts like "I said something bigoted and other members of my community got mad" is harassment. Like [Popular Tfem Musician] was def getting Harassed but I watched the whole thing unfold and while there were a few shitty tmascs chiming in, overall the harassment was led by an entirely different group who was mad about something unrelated, they just happened at the same time so everyone figured ALL the harassment was coming from tmascs when it very much was not.
(Also tmasc/transandrophobia bloggers are also constantly adding "if you're a follower and I see you bothering the person I'm talking about I'll report and block you myself" they like care a lot about all trans people and will show tf up for even ones they disagree with or who have directly harmed them when push comes to shove. [Popular MLP Tfem Artist] is still getting accused of harassing other trans women despite her constantly instructing her audience to leave everyone alone. And I have def seen way more transandrophobia bloggers call out any tmascs or other trans people on "their" side get ignored and deplatformed if they prove to be bad actors. I don't see TRFs doing that like. Ever. Like they go "take our the trash in your community" to tmascs but pretend they can't read when someone asks them to denounce people who openly harasses tmascs. Or just makes excuses for them because surely we can't actually harm a trans man, it doesn't count.)
But yeah I fully assume the reason TRFs say no one ever harasses tmascs but that they harass tfems all the time is because they simply do not think harassing trans people is wrong so long as it's directed at the correct target. I mean why would the "trans men don't have real problems" crowd ever actually say anything nice about them or help them when they're being harassed or tell their followers to leave them alone? It's just really sad to watch, big tmasc bloggers are not harassing people the way the TRFs want everyone to think, and they certainly don't harass other trans people the way TRFs do, but they get burdened with the harassment accusations and no one thinks to even check if that's actually what's happening.
10/10, I have nothing to add.
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Dead batteries.
Jason Todd x deaf!reader
Summary: The reader's batteries to her hearing aids die. Dinner at the Wayne Manor was supposed to go smoothly.
Summary: anything that they sign is going to be in bold italics
Warnings: cursing, insensitivity to being deaf, the whole story not being proofread, Jason being Jason
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"Baby," Jason's voice called through the apartment. He shrugged off his coat, small concern running through him when there was no answer. He knew she was home.
He began to walk through the apartment on edge. His gun was tucked against his back in his waistband. Just in case. Just in case.
He threw the bedroom door open, startling both of them. "Fuck. Sorry," he apologizes with a hand up in surrender. As he took her in, he frowned. "Where are your hearing aids?" He signed.
"Dead," she signed back. "Ordering more." She gestured to the computer next to her.
He nodded, taking out each weapon from his jeans (which was a lot), placing them on the nightstand, and joining her on the bed. He pulled her into his side, looking over her shoulder. "Until Thursday?" He whispered to himself. "That's a lifetime."
She felt his breath and craned her neck to look at him questioningly. He shook his head. When she didn't let up, he messily signed, "Long time to be without batteries."
She nodded.
"What about your backups?"
She set her computer down, sitting up to properly sign. "Haven't used in years. Better to go without."
"Some backups," he grumbled.
"Will your family be mad?"
"What?"
She sighed. "Dinner tonight."
He mouthed an 'oh.' "No. And if so, I would-"
She placed her hands over his, interrupting his threat.
…
Y/n!" Damien greeted, practically shoving Jason to the side. "I have to tell you about the guy I caught last night. It was so cool! Listen, so I jumped out of the Batmobile-"
"-Damien," Jason sighs.
"-And it was like 'whoosh,' and I was like all cool and stuff-"
"Damien, she c-"
"And I chased him down this alley-"
Jason watched Y/n's eyes hold the panic inside her as she tried to follow what the kid was saying, but with his energetic motions, she was catching minimal words out of the jumble. Jason pushed Damien's head to the side. "Listen to me when I talk. Damn."
"I'm not even talking to you," Damien argued, going right back to his story.
"She can't hear anything. Her aids are out."
Damien froze. "Oh."
Damien was the only one in the Batfamily that had yet to pick up sign language. With Cass, they had all begun to learn. And with the addition of Y/n, it quickly became intermixed with their everyday speech. Being a later addition to the family, Damien was slowly picking it up. Very slowly.
Y/n gave him a sorry expression. "Sorry. The batteries are coming Thursday."
He held a hand up. "Woah, woah, woah. I can't hear you when you do that."
Jason huffed. "Go away, demon brat."
"I'll go when I'm ready," he sassed. "So I'll go now because I have nothing else to say. Not cause you told me to."
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Dinner was a mix of speech and sign language, the family (for once) having a nice dinner.
Jason and Dick had found amusement in signing across Damien, acting like they were saying something top secret that he couldn't know. In reality, it was just random words like, "time, death,, cookie, day." To which Jason responded with, "leave doctor, dad." And then the two would bust up into hearty laughs, watching Damien turn red.
But the rest of the table ignored it.
"There's a new thing we're working on down in the cave. Wanna see after dinner?" Tim asked with his head down.
Steph heaved a heavy sigh, physically pushing his head up so Y/n could see his face. "Now actually ask."
"Sorry," he smiled with his cheeks full.
Alfred tapped on Y/n's shoulder, waiting until she turned around to speak.
Jason watched her face morph to complete confusion. She had always had problems understanding Alfred's accent. "Deaf," he muttered at Alfred.
"Oh," Alfred flushed. "Forgive me." He began to sign his question.
"She didn't even answer my question," Tim complained.
"She turned away before you finished," Steph reprimanded him.
"I got this," Damien gloated. He hit his fist on the table until he caught Y/n's attention. He spoke in a loud tone. "TIM ASKED IF-"
Jason's hand appeared out of nowhere, swallowing the kid's entire face and muffling him. He began shoving down until Damien had no choice but to go under the table. "I'll fucking kill you if you scream at her again."
"Jason," Bruce reprimanded.
"No, you favor the little shit." He ran a hand over his face. "Do I have to write it across her forehead for you guys to remember? Can't fucking do this-"
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Dinner went smoothly after a 'Hello, I am' name tag was stuck to her shirt, the blank line reading "deaf" in Jason's messy handwriting. Bruce always had those for galas.
But the car ride back home was rather silent. Hard to sign in the dark.
Once back inside their apartment, Jason had practically ripped the tag off her shirt. Just the sight of it annoyed him.
"Sorry we left early," she signed with a guilty expression.
He shrugged, pulling her jacket off and hanging it up. There wasn't much to say. They both knew that it had nothing to do with her. 'Love you,' he mouthed as an answer. He pointed at the book she'd left on the counter. "Leaving for patrol soon. Read while I'm gone?"
She nodded. "Almost done with it."
He nodded back.
The two stood in the living room, just admiring one another. His arms opened and she all but melted into them.
He forced her head up so he could talk. 'Be good for me while I'm gone?' He mouthed.
She gave him a grin, mouthing back 'yeah.'
'Good.' He pulled her chin forward, connecting their lips with a softness that Jason was never thought to have.
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A little something for you guys.
Rosé x male reader.
"Thanks again for coming, girls. " Says Minhyuk.
"No problem, it's our pleasure! "Replies Jisoo. "Plus we get to see Y/N Oppa" "
" And then Rosé unnie gets to see her boyfriend. "Teases Lisa.
Rosé blushes but can't get the goofy grin off her face. It's been several months since you've seen each other, you with your missions and Rosé with her concerts. A few weeks ago, Minhyuk, one of your soldiers, suggested that Blackpink come and play at your barracks. Naturally, the girls jumped at the chance.
""Y/N will arrive during the concert. He's not back yet and will have to report in as soon as he arrives. "
"Is he all right? " Rosé asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
"Yes, he's fine. The mission went very well, Rosé. "Minhyuk reassures her.
Rosé lets out a sigh of relief. When you're away, Rosé doesn't hear much about you, and that's what worries her most. She's always afraid of receiving a message announcing your death.
"I'll let you get changed. I'll be waiting for you on stage. "says Minhyuk.
The girls thank him and start changing. They rehearse a few notes and after checking everything, the girls go on stage.
Minhyuk announces the girls and the curtain rises. The soldiers howl with delight and the girls begin to sing. The atmosphere is electric, the soldiers are so happy to see Blackpink.
You arrive after several songs and Rosé notices you right away. You wink at her and see Rosé start to dance. You laugh and encourage her.
"COME ON ROSIE! " you shout.
Encouraged by your shouts, Rosé begins to dance sensually, to the delight of the soldiers. Mouth wide open, you watch your girlfriend dance to the shouts of your soldiers. You want to shout something, but a voice next to you interrupts you.
Rosé sees you talking to a female soldier. She sees you laughing with her and the woman even whispers something in your ear that makes you smile.
"Unnie's jealous. " Lisa says, coming up behind Rosé.
Rosé refocuses on the dance but doesn't take her eyes off you. Yes, Rosé's jealous - she's never hidden it, on the contrary. It's not something that bothers you. Rosé used to be jealous of her members, especially Jennie. So to see you laughing with someone else, and especially with a woman she doesn't know, Rosé can't hide her jealousy. It's written all over her face that she's jealous. Jisoo gives her a pat on the bottom, telling her to concentrate.
Rosé can't do it. Seeing you having fun with another girl drives her crazy. You've been talking to the female soldier for several minutes now and you haven't looked at Rosé once. Rosé's jealousy explodes when the woman places a kiss on your cheek before leaving.
Rosé sees red and when you finally turn to her, you immediately notice her face. You know this girl too well. You know how to defuse the situation.
" I love you." You mime.
You can clearly see the shock on Rosé's face. You also see a goofy smile settle on the singer's face.
"I love you too. " Mimes Rosé in return.
The girls sing their last song and the curtain closes. The soldiers cheer the girls and you yell at them to go back to their rooms.
Rosé and the girls return to their dressing room, happy with their performance. Still, Rosé can't get the image of the kiss out of her mind.
"It was only a kiss on the cheek. "Jennie replies, as if she's a mind reader.
Rosé says nothing and sits down on the sofa. Someone knocks and Rosé hopes it's you, but it's only Minhyuk.
"Thanks again, girls! You guys are great. " says Minhyuk.
"You're welcome. " Replies Jisoo
"Tell me Minhyuk, who was that girl with. Y/N? " Asks Rosé.
"And here we go. " Comments Lisa
"Oh that's Lieutenant Somin. "
" And they're close? " "
" Rosé I'm not sure if I can tell you. "
" Minhyuk, it's about MY Boyfriend. "
" Yeah yeah... but he'd be the one to tell you, wouldn't he?
"Minhyuk. Tell me."
"He's going to kill me. Well... Y/N and Somin have been together for two years. " "
EXCUSE ME? " Shouts Rosé. "Is that his ex-girlfriend? " "
" I shouldn't have said anything.. " Minhyuk laments.
Rosé can't believe her ears. She's your ex-girlfriend. That means you're working with your ex-girlfriend and you never told her.
Blackpink members find this very funny. Minhyuk has managed to escape from the dressing room and Lisa sits down next to Rosé.
"You've got no right to be jealous, unnie. You've written songs about your exes. " "
It's not the same! "Rosé defends herself.
"It's all the same. "Jisoo contradicts.
"Y/N loves you, you have nothing to worry about. "Jennie replies.
"Oh and then show him he belongs to you. Grab Y/N and fuck him. "Lisa says.
Rosé doesn't wait. She stands up suddenly, despite the protests of her group. Rosé doesn't listen and leaves the dressing room. She hears Lisa's laughter and Rosé sets off in search of you.
She wanders the corridors looking for you. She passes several soldiers who don't dare move.
"Excuse me, do you know where Y/N is? "Rosé asks a soldier.
"In his room. It's just down the hall. "
" Thank you. "
Rosé starts looking for you again, and when she arrives in front of your room, Rosé opens the door without knocking. You turn around, ready to yell at the person who's just entered, but you're stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of Rosé. A goofy smile appears on your face, but it's quickly replaced by a surprised expression.
Rosé doesn't wait. She gets down on her knees and starts to remove your belt.
"Rosie? What the hell...."
You can't finish your sentence, Rosé swallows your cock. Rosé doesn't waste a second making your cock hard. The Australian puts her heart into it. The young woman's mouth is divine.
"Oh my god." You moan
Pleased to see you moan, Rosé continues her oral assault. With one of her hands, Rose caresses your balls.
You're just a toy. You're Rosé's toy. You want to say something but each time Rosé engulfs your cock in his mouth. You catch yourself on the shelf behind so good it feels.
You can't string a word together. You try to grab Rosé but the singer pulls your hands away and continues to suck you. You can see that you're not going to be able to do anything, so you might as well enjoy it. You let your girlfriend suck you off.
"Y/N Oppa, are you there? " says a voice from behind the door.
You freeze. Somin is behind the door. Rosé pulls your cock out of her mouth and flashes you a smirk.
"Rosé, no. " You say.
But Rosé doesn't care, she grabs your dick and starts jerking you off. She starts sucking your balls and you bite your tongue to keep from moaning.
"Oppa, I wanted to talk to you about the next mission. " says Somin.
You notice Rosé's aggressive jerking off.
"Later Somin. " You reply.
You hear Somin leave and breathe a sigh of relief. With your hand, you grab Rosé's chin and force her to look at you.
"You jealous bitch. "
" You never told me she was your ex," Rosé replies, sucking your cock.
You want to reply but Rosé licks your tip. Annoyed by her games, you grab her head and push it onto your cock.
"If you're going to be a jealous slut you might as well enjoy it. "
"Fuck my mouth. "Rosé looks you straight in the eye.
You grab your cock with one hand and Rosé's face with the other. Rosé opens her mouth wide and you insert your cock into the Australian's mouth.
Rosé closes her mouth and you feel her tongue lick your cock. You move your pelvis and hear Rosé gag. Rosé takes matters into her own hands, literally. She grabs your cock with her hands and starts jerking you off as she continues to suck you.
It's so good. Just yesterday you were on a mission in the middle of nowhere and today you've got Rosé on her knees with your dick in her mouth. Life is good.
"I'm going to cum. " You warned Rosé.
"Come in my mouth. "
You grab your cock and start jerking off. Rosé positions her mouth beneath your cock and you're not going to last long. The sight is too good.
After a few strokes, your cum lands in the singer's mouth. You haven't cum in a long time, so several spurts come out of your cock.
Completely exhausted, you fall off the bed and Rosé swallows your cum. The young woman stands up and kisses you. You say nothing and Rosé starts to open the door. Before leaving, she turns around and says.
"I love you, baby. See you tonight. "
You wave vaguely and Rosé says one last thing.
"Don't forget you're mine. “
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NOT YOUR BRO
drew starkey x fem!reader
SUMMARY: y/n decides to use some ‘unusual’ nicknames for her boyfriend, drew, except it drives him insane.
based on this ask !! you come up with the CUTEST requests @xoxosblogsblog so thank you for this :) i hope it’s what you wanted, i tried to make it more of a one-shot than a drabble so i hope it’s okay <3
WARNINGS: just some fluffy goodness, one f bomb, and i believe that’s it !! (lmk if i missed anything !!)
WORD COUNT: 1.2k
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The boutique smelled faintly of lavender and citrus, its soft jazz playlist creating a relaxed atmosphere as Y/N and the girls browsed racks of clothes. They had spent the morning shopping, arms now laden with glossy bags from Charleston's trendiest stores. Their conversation had drifted from outfit critiques to relationships as they admired a collection of flowy dresses near the dressing rooms.
"I don't know, it's just hard finding someone who actually gets me," Madelyn said with a shrug, running her fingers over the fabric. "You know, someone who doesn't freak out about my schedule."
"You'll find your person," Carlacia assured her. "Trust me, the right guy won't care how busy you are—he'll hype you up for it."
"True," Y/N chimed in. "Drew's my biggest cheerleader. Sometimes it's annoying how supportive he is."
The group laughed, and Madelyn smiled wistfully. "What do you even call Drew? Do you guys do the whole nickname thing?"
"Oh, for sure," Y/N replied, chuckling. "It's usually just 'babe,' but sometimes I call him 'Drewseph' when I'm feeling extra ridiculous."
"Drewseph?" Carlacia snorted, nearly doubling over. "That's incredible."
"I know, right?" Y/N grinned. "But seriously, I think he'd have a heart attack if I called him anything else. He's so used to those two."
Madelyn raised an eyebrow. "Like what? What would actually make him freak out?"
"I don't know..." Y/N tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Probably something like 'dude' or 'bro.' He'd be so confused."
"Oh my God, you have to try it!" Carlacia said, her eyes lighting up with mischief.
"What?" Y/N laughed, glancing between her friends.
"You should totally call him 'buddy,' 'pal,' or 'dude' tonight—just to see what he does," Carlacia suggested, practically bouncing on her heels.
"I don't know..." Y/N hesitated, though her grin betrayed her intrigue.
Madelyn joined in, nudging Y/N with her elbow. "Come on, it'd be hilarious. You know he'd lose his mind in the funniest way."
"I feel like he'd just be super offended," Y/N admitted, laughing.
"Exactly!" Carlacia said. "That's the point! He'll be all pouty and confused, and we'll all die laughing."
"Okay, but you guys better back me up if he gets mad," Y/N warned, smirking.
"Oh, we will," Madelyn promised, crossing her heart.
"Fine, I'll do it," Y/N said, shaking her head with a grin. "But you owe me if this backfires."
"Deal," Carlacia said, holding out her pinky for Y/N to shake.
As the group headed to the checkout counter, their laughter echoed through the boutique. Y/N could already picture Drew's reaction, and she had to admit—it was going to be fun.
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The warm glow of sunset filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Drew and Y/N's spacious Charleston apartment. It was the perfect evening to host the Outer Banks cast for dinner and a game night.
The girls entered the apartment, greeted by the savory aroma of roasted chicken, mac and cheese, and freshly baked rolls. Drew met Y/N at the door, leaning down to kiss her. "How was your day, babe?" he asked, his voice soft and warm.
"Perfect," Y/N replied, grinning. "How about you? Are you a certified chef now?"
"Close," he teased, sliding an arm around her waist. "Go wash up; dinner's almost ready."
The girls exchanged knowing glances behind Drew's back, suppressing their giggles. Carlacia nudged Y/N with a wink. "You better deliver tonight," she whispered.
"Oh, I will," Y/N murmured, smirking.
At the long dining table, everyone was buzzing with conversation as Austin laid down the last plate. Drew, seated next to Y/N, had one arm draped casually across the back of her chair. She eyed the mac and cheese near him and decided it was time to set the plan in motion.
"Hey, can you pass the mac and cheese, please, buddy?" Y/N asked, her voice casual.
Drew froze mid-conversation, his head snapping toward her. His brows furrowed in confusion as he glanced at the plate, then back at her. "Uh, sure... babe," he said, emphasizing the word as he slid the dish toward her.
"Thanks, dude," Y/N replied nonchalantly, biting back a grin.
Across the table, Carlacia snorted into her drink, and Madelyn covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. Drew's jaw dropped slightly as he turned to her again, a mixture of offense and bewilderment crossing his face.
"Dude?" he repeated under his breath, as if the word left a bad taste.
"Hmm?" Y/N feigned innocence, loading her plate with mac and cheese.
Shaking his head, Drew tried to let it go, but the girls' muffled laughter didn't escape him. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he didn't press further—yet.
The dinner continued with more subtle jabs from Y/N. "Hey, pal, can you pass the salt?" she asked later, earning another baffled look from Drew. When he handed it to her, she responded with a cheerful "Thanks, champ!"
By the time they cleared the table and set up for games, Drew was visibly on edge, his lips pursed as he watched Y/N interact with the group.
They were midway through a heated round of charades when Y/N delivered the final blow. "Your turn, bro!" she called to Drew, grinning widely.
That did it. Drew stopped in his tracks, tossing the game card onto the coffee table. "It's babe! Not 'dude,' not 'buddy,' and CERTAINLY not bro!" he exclaimed, his voice rising an octave in exasperation. His hands flew up in frustration, and he turned to Y/N with wide eyes. "What did I do? Are you mad at me? Why are you calling me that?"
Y/N couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst into laughter, doubling over as tears welled in her eyes. Carlacia and Madelyn followed suit, collapsing against each other in hysterics.
Drew's jaw dropped further. "This—this was a joke?" he asked, his voice wavering between relief and indignation.
Y/N wiped her eyes, reaching for him. "Yes, babe, it was a joke. The girls dared me to do it to see how you'd react."
Drew folded his arms, pouting dramatically. "That's mean. You nearly gave me a heart attack," he muttered.
"Aww, come on," Y/N cooed, scooting closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing kisses to his cheek. "You know I love you, babe."
Drew let out a dramatic sigh but couldn't hide the smile creeping onto his face. "You're lucky I'm obsessed with you."
"Lucky?" Y/N teased, kissing him again. "You're the lucky one, Drewseph."
The guys, still confused about what had just transpired, looked at each other. "Are we supposed to get it?" Austin whispered to Chase.
"No clue," Chase replied, shaking his head.
The girls' laughter echoed through the apartment as Drew finally cracked, pulling Y/N closer and resting his forehead against hers. "You owe me," he murmured.
"Anything you want, babe," Y/N whispered back, her grin mischievous. "But admit it—you love me even when I call you dude."
Drew groaned, shaking his head. "Don't push it."
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this was so sweet and silly !! going to get through to some angst requests soon, i feel like i’ve been drowning you all in fluff which is CRAZY because i’m an angst girly at heart🫣 i have enjoyed writing happy drew & rafe so i can’t complain !!
pls send some angst requests pls !! mainly w/ a happy ending :)
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For the first half of the night, Eddie tries to focus on their next movie but the anxiety bubbling inside doesn't let him. He realizes his feelings are real, and as scary as his own infatuation might be, the idea of Steve feeling the same is even more terrifying. Because where does he go from there? Being friends is easy, he knows how to do that. But dating? Dating a guy? Steve The Hair Harrington, no less—?!
He's jolted from his thoughts when his fingers are pried open and his joint slips out. A frowning Argyle is kneeling in front of him, and a frowning Argyle is the last thing anyone would want to see.
But his big, warm hand is rubbing Eddie's knee soothingly and it helps him settle back into his body and the soft couch.
"No more weed for you, brochacho," Argyle tells him. "Your vibe is off and I don't want you to have a bad trip."
Eddie nods, knowing better than to argue.
"Okay. Can I have a beer?"
"I guess," Argyle shrugs, before turning to crawl back to his place between Jonathan and Robin, in a makeshift nest of pillows and blankets.
"Here." A can of beer dangles in front of Eddie's face. "You can finish mine," Steve offers.
Eddie shakes his head slowly.
"Nah, I'll get another one." He unglues himself from the couch, but immediately gets pushed back into it.
"Sit. I'll do it."
"Oh, how the turns have tabled," Robin grins up at them and Steve flips her off as he stands.
He leaves Eddie with his unfinished beer and it fills him with warmth. Before he takes a sip, he briefly holds it to his chest, like it's a precious gift from a lover.
"These are the last ones, so make them count." Steve puts the beers on the coffee table, grabbing one for himself. He scratches Eddie's head before sitting down and oh, yeah, he gets now why he likes it so much. It feels so fucking good he could purr.
"You alright?" Steve leans close, too close, his breath warming Eddie's cheek. "Wanna turn in early?"
Eddie shakes his head, briefly hoping the movement makes him brush against Steve's lips. His thoughts are a needy mush.
"But thank you," he whispers.
He's not prepared for Steve's arm to wrap around him and push him close but he quickly melts against the embrace. He's warm and relaxed and briefly regrets turning down the offer to go to bed. But he wants to finish the movie, even if he knows he won't remember the ending tomorrow.
When he chugs down the last drops of his beer, Steve takes the empty can from him and they share the last one together, the rest already distributed between their friends. The night is winding down, the movie is coming to an end, and Eddie is blissed out in everything that's Steve Harrington.
"Can I sleep with you?"
Eddie blinks his eyes open, not even sure when he closed them. Robin is kneeling in front of him, wobbly and pouting.
"No, sorry," the quiet words rumble through Eddie's body. "Already promised Eddie."
She huffs, knocks her head against Steve's knee and turns around to crawl back to the fluffy nest made by Jonathan and Argyle.
"Fine, our pillow nest is better anyway," she says, slurring the words together.
Steve chuckles, shaking Eddie in the process, and it's only then, when a warm hand rubs against his side, that he realizes he's curled against his friend's chest. Thank gods for substances because he'd burn to a crisp from shame otherwise.
"I'm already jealous," Steve says. "You really okay sleeping here?" he asks, straightening up slightly. His arm curls tighter around Eddie to secure him from falling.
Argyle flops in the middle of the pillow pile with a sigh.
"It's perfect," he assures.
"Do you want extra blankets or something?"
"Nah," Robin says, wrapping herself into what she's already snatched from the linen closet.
"Well, yell if you need anything, then. Eddie?" The hand on his side rubs with purpose, to gain his attention. "Ready to go upstairs?"
"No." Something petulant and childish wakes up in Eddie's chest. Well, more childish than usual. "Carry me," he demands, blinking up at his friend.
"I'd love to." Steve's hands tighten around him and he has to press his lips together not to make a sound. "But I'm too drunk not to drop you on the stairs. Maybe another time."
"Yeah," Eddie agrees, standing up along with him. "Another time." Of course there will be another time, they share the bed so often these days.
They say their goodnight and stumble upstairs, pushing each other and giggling. It's a miracle none of the photos lining the wall fall down. (The miracle is also called Steve's reflexes.)
Eddie has forgotten all about his little detour earlier, until he bumps into his friend's back, frozen in the door frame while he sniffs the air.
"What is that?"
"Huh?"
Steve flips the light switch and the mortifying memory of what he's done hits him in all its decades old glory. Then again, the contrast of Frankenbunny and the atrocious blue sheets, mixed with the alcohol and weed, make Eddie snort out an ugly laugh.
"Well, I caught a rabbit for you, I guess," he barks out, and gets a mixed look of amusement and concern.
Steve hastily closes the door so Eddie's antics don't bother their friends downstairs.
"What?" he asks with confusion, reaching for the plushie sitting on top of his bed. Eddie has half a mind to stop him, but then Steve is cradling Frankenbunny's floppy, long ears and gently fixing his vest, and whatever he wanted to say gets stuck in his throat. "What do you mean?" he asks again, sitting down to look at him curiously, the plushie in his lap. Looking up at Eddie as well, with its stitched black eyes.
"Uh, from the song?" Eddie answers, focusing on his childhood friend. "The Elvis one." He suddenly feels extremely dumb. What was he thinking? Well, he was thinking about the old rabbit plushie in his closet and how it would be a funny reference to the song and okay, maybe he let his freshly discovered crush guide his actions, yeah, he can see it now.
"Sorry, thought it would be funny," he shrugs helplessly, before looking from the bunny up to Steve. And he doesn't like what he's seeing. "Shit, did I offend you? I didn't mean to, I swear, I was just being dumb—"
Steve shakes his head to stop him.
"No, this is very nice, I appreciate it. It's just..." he sighs deeply, his shoulders sagging. With a grunt, he falls backwards on the mattress, Frankenbunny following close to his chest. Eddie feels like he's being hugged himself, air being squeezed out of his lungs. He tentatively follows onto the bed.
"We're supposed to be pack creatures, you know?" Steve continues once he feels the mattress dip as Eddie joins him. He turns his head to look at him, the angle slightly upside down. "But I presented later than most, my parents didn't even think I have a wolf at all," he scoffs. "Well, I don't, apparently. They called me a "domesticated mutt" and left for somewhere in California. I think."
It takes Eddie a moment to process what he's just heard.
"Excuse me, what?" he frowns.
"I'm not wolf-y enough so they didn't want me in the pack," he explains, looking back at Frankenbunny. He props him up to sit on his chest so he can play with his mismatched ears. "They actually told me not to spread the faulty genes, even."
The silence stretches for even longer, because Eddie fears he'd start screaming if he opened his mouth.
"They're faulty genes," he grits through his teeth. "Pack animals my ass."
Steve shrugs awkwardly in his laying position.
"Well, at least they left me the house. I know it was just so I wouldn't follow them, but I've heard of wolves being killed or left for dead, so..."
He looks up when his head dips between Eddie's hands, who leans over to look at him properly.
"It's shitty what they've done to you, and you should never think this is better than death," he tells him the obvious, knowing sometimes it's good to get reminded of the most mundane things. "Well, it is, I'd rather have you alive, but you can't settle down with this 'oh thank you for not killing me' attitude. Dude, fuck your parents," he says with passion.
And Steve, finally, smiles.
"Fuck my parents."
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its been a long day. between school and extracurriculars, i am exhausted and stressed. i need a release. bad.
what better way to relieve my stress than fucking myself silly?
i walk into my bedroom, already smiling thanks to the plan my sweet little brain came up with. my smile drops when i realize you're sitting on my bed.
next to my toys.
"d-dad...--"
"what the fuck are these, hm?" you gesture to the two toys on the bed. i immediately shrink into myself, embarrassed.
"...dunno...."
"dont play dumb with me." you stand and grab a fistful of my hair, bringing my gaze up to meet yours. you glance back over at the toys. "do you even know how to use those?" nervously, i nod.
"i-i'm a big girl."
you can't help but smile a little. "yeah?" you throw me down onto the bed. "show dad. let me see you be a big girl, and maybe i'll let you keep these." i scramble onto my back, my heart pounding in my ears as i try to wrap my brain around whats happening.
my dad wants to watch me fuck myself.... my thighs squeeze together as you settle onto the foot of the bed. you tut at me and place your hands on my knees.
"don't be shy now. its nothing i havent seen before." your mind flashes back to our special bathtimes. how you loved catching glimpses of my sweet little pussy underneath the bubbles. how you'd use your special soap on me, as long as i didnt tell anyone.
"but dad--"
you spread my legs open suddenly, my skirt raising to show off my printed pink panties. "shut the fuck up. take those off." my face is flushed as i comply, sliding out of my panties. you grab them from me and bring them to your nose. "god... you always smell so good." i shiver at the cold air hitting my wet cunt. you set the panties down and reach to rub your thumb lightly against my sweet little pussy lips. your other hand moves to grab the first toy, a small bullet vibrator. you smile at it for a moment. "where'd you get this guy, huh?"
"th-the mall... one of the stores sells stuff like that in the back..." you turn it on, and a small but consistent buzzing sound fills the air. you raise your eyebrows as you click it back off.
"not bad." you press it into my hands. "go on. show me how you use it."
i feel dizzy, nervous. this is wrong, you shouldnt be making me do this. and yet, i'm so wet, and i was planning on playing with myself anyway... maybe its not so bad that dad's here.... i bite my lower lip as i turn the small vibe back on and begin to run it over my little pussy lips. a breath catches in my throat when i brush over my swollen clit. you take another deep breath from my panties as you watch, palming yourself through your pants. i press the vibe to my clit as i watch. "g-god... dad...."
"thaaaaat's right baby. just like that." you unbuckle your belt and pull your cock out, wrapping the soft pink fabric of my panties around the length of it as you begin to pump your cock with your fist. the sight is making me lightheaded with lust. i squirm as the vibrator presses harder onto my clit, letting out a moan. "good girl..."
you glance over at the other toy, a sizable dildo. you grab it with your other hand and look down at my glistening cunt. so small and sweet... "...can you even fit this in that sweet little hole, baby?"
i sheepishly look away, shaking my head no. "so-sometimes if i try i can get it halfway in, but it really hurts..." you can't help but laugh a little.
"you just need daddy's help, baby." you grab the vibrator and click it off. i can't help but whimper a little and squirm at the lack of touch. you smile. "turn over, raise that cute little ass up for me." i comply, rolling over onto my stomach and putting my ass up in the air. my skirt from school is still on, and you have to slide it up so you can get to my bare ass. yet another reminder that i'm your daughter, your baby... you shouldn't be doing this... and yet you continue.
you use the head of the dildo and lazily drag it over my opening, humming softly as you see the wetness that collects on the toy. "you're so wet... i'm sure we could fit this in if we tried. you're a big girl, right? thats why you have these toys?" i nod, too flustered to really speak.
"i-i'm a big girl..."
"that's right baby. you're a big girl. and that's why you're gonna take all of this, deep inside your sweet little kiddo cunt." you press the toy into me, slowly, working it in and out of my pussy bit by bit. my eyes screw shut as i whine. i'm still just so tight, so small... you bite your lower lip in concentration as you press the dildo even further inside me suddenly. i gasp and try to squirm away. it's too much, too deep...! i am met with a swift slap on my ass that makes me yelp and causes tears to spring from my eyes.
"ah-ah. that's enough of that, young lady." your tone is gruff, and makes me shudder inwardly. you manhandle me back into the proper position. "you wanted to be a big girl. owning these toys, fucking yourself with them. acting like such a whore. you're lucky this is how i'm choosing to correct this behavior." you smack the other cheek to punctuate your point. "i could've just thrown you down, raped you right here." you begin to thrust the dildo in and out of my cunt quickly, ignoring my pleas for you to stop. "coulda just taken everything ive ever wanted. your mouth, your pussy, your ass..."
i'm sobbing at this point as you relentlessly fuck me with the toy. "coulda treated you like the whore you are. traipsing around with those little skirts, those tiny tops that leave nothing to your father's imagination, much less anyone elses." you've driven the toy all the way into me at this point. i'm crying, my brain overloaded from pain and pleasure.
"t-too m-much--! p-please, stop!"
"shut the fuck up." you use your free hand to press my face into the pillows. "god, do you ever stop talking?" the toys pace is too much. you notice how much i'm clenching around it. "and look at that. you're close. you can't be having that bad of a time if you're that close to cumming while your dad plays with you how he sees fit." my cries are muffled by the pillows as i beg you over and over to stop, please god stop, it's too much.
"no, baby. i'm not gonna stop. not until you cum all over your special big girl toy for daddy. c'mon, i know you want to. you know you want to. cum for me. cum for dad."
and just like that, the dizzying feeling reaches its peak. i cum with the toy deep inside me, my sweet cries ringing out as i throw my head back. you slow your movements down until you stop.
"that's my girl." you slide the dildo out of my cunt. "i knew you could do it. and look at that! you took the whole thing! such a big girl for daddy, such a good girl."
i'm too much of a dazed mess to fight you off as you slide your pants down and position yourself over me. you line your cock up with my twitching cunt, humming softly.
"now i get to show you that you don't need those silly toys. all a girl needs is her father."
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"Flustered" || Short-Fiction
XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader
Note from Nat: "Back to back Min Ho fics??? Didn't expect to get so much positive feedback. Thanks for going easy on ya girl, I'm still a bit rusty! Enjoy and make sure to wipe that drool off your face babe!"
Warning(s): Spoilers for "XO, Kitty" seasons 1 & 2, A little bit of Smut, Language, Sorta Proofread
As the fall semester came to an end, with everyone not wanting to part ways even for a just a month, Min Ho decides to invite the entire friend group for a winter getaway.
“Where’s Y/n?” Asked Dae which made everyone’s heads turn before the sound of snow crunching was heard.
You approached the group that was currently enjoying the hot tub, arms crossed to keep your robe shut. Min Ho suggested that the hot tub would be best way to relax after a day of travelling
“Hi! Sorry I’m late to the party,” you smiled whilst kicking off your slippers, then sliding your robe off your shoulders.
“Hot damn girl,” Q said, overcame with astonishment. "Drop the workout routine asap please," he joked as everyone's eyes lingered on your figure.
“Oh stop it,” you laughed and rolled your eyes. “This old thing isn’t worth the hype,” you insisted, but everyone would’ve begged to differ.
The navy blue two piece you were sporting hugged all the right places. Your ass and tits looked like they needed saving. The sight was definitely giving body tea.
Everyone watched as you made your descent into the tub and sat in between Kitty and Min Ho. Kitty had given you a small wave whereas Min Ho could barely make eye contact. Various conversations continued but Min Ho remained in an unlike-him-silence.
He wondered how he had not noticed how hot you looked until now. Not saying that looks are everything, but Min Ho felt stuck on how he never gave you a second glance.
"-Right Min Ho?" Dae asks, turning to his best friend who was clearly zoning out.
"Sorry what?" Min Ho replied, snapping out of his trance.
"We're gonna be able to go skiing first thing tomorrow, right?" Dae reiterated, a slight tiredness in his voice due to Min Ho's lack of contribution to the conversation.
"Of course," Min Ho nodded before his gaze back on you, who was too busy chatting with Yuri and Kitty to realizing anything else.
"Woah okay, this is new," Q teased, as his eyes followed Min Ho's. "The bikini has got your eyes lurkin'" he says, making Jin snicker at the observation.
"What are you guys talking about?" you ask with an unaware smile on your lips, Min Ho's eyes instantly looking down.
"Min Ho here seems to have-" Q began.
"Shut it," Min Ho tsked before moving to leave the hot tub.
"Hey, we were just joking," Jin called out as Min Ho shuffled back into the house.
"What was that about?" Yuri questioned, all conversations now put on pause.
"Is Min Ho okay?" Kitty asked, looking to the other boys occupying the hot tub.
"He's just a little flustered," Dae replied, the feeling of worry instantly overcame you.
"Did I do something?" you say wide-eyed but to no response. "I'll go check on him," you say before making your way out of the tub and walking towards the house. "Min Ho?" your voice echoed throughout the home.
You noticed a light coming from inside the kitchen and chose to investigate. There stood Min Ho, chugging a bottle of water with his slim yet toned physique being illuminated by the refrigerator light. He began to cough up said water after realizing your presence.
"Bloody hell, you scared me," he coughed, covering his face with the inside of his elbow. "What is it Y/n?" he asks while shutting the fridge door.
"What's with you?" you quizzed, "Ever since I joined you guys outside, you've been quiet and when I tried to converse with you-you run back inside!" you add with a hint of frustration in your voice.
"It's not my fault-"
"-So it's mine? What did I do wrong?" you cut off, urgently wanting an answer as to why your friend was avoiding you.
"Y/n, it's because y-you literally look like t-that!" Min Ho exclaimed as if it were common knowledge. "How else is a guy supposed to act when you decide walk around wearing something like that?" he questioned.
"Is what I have on not okay? Was there something in my hair?" you blabbered in response, instantly being overcame with the self-conscious feeling.
"It's fact that when I saw you earlier, I wish you didn't have anything on" Min Ho muttered in an almost whisper like volume.
The realization finally hit you, Min Ho had been eyeing you since you stepped into the hot tub. You face flushed a bright red, clearly flattered by the words that just came out of his mouth.
"So what you're saying is-"
"What I'm saying is that you look almost too good," Min Ho said, his voice deep and eyes darkened like a lion about to pounce on his next prey.
The small distance between the two of you shut in almost an instant, his hand cupped the side of your face gently. You could've sworn that the beat of your heart could be heard from miles away.
Your lack of response gave Min Ho time to lift you up and place you on the kitchen counter. Accidentally, you let out a small whimper at the feeling of the cold tile touching your skin. Min Ho felt as if he could've finished off that noise alone.
Standing between your legs, Min Ho's hands traveled all the way back down to your ass. You watched his eyes really take in your body, as if he could drink you up like a glass of water.
"Tell me to stop, and I will" Min Ho whispered as he gave your plump skin a squeeze.
Leaning in with your lips close to his ear, finally you replied, "I don't think I want you to stop".
Min Ho took this as his green light and you felt as his hands unclasped your bikini top. Grabbing the piece of clothing, he tossed away fand his eyes settled on your breast.
Biting his lip, Min Ho took one of each into his hands. "Beautiful. You are so beautiful Y/n," he said with is his accent thick, almost like he was about to melt at the sight of you.
You gasped at the feeling of his breath on your tits, causing a domino effect of butterflies and goosebumps to cover you. Min Ho chuckled at this, rubbing your nipples with his thumb in a circular motion.
Eyes closed; you threw your head back at the sensation before feeling something foreign come in contact with your breast. Min Ho's tongue began exploring your chest. It was as if he was trying to paint a picture.
His grasp on your tits became slightly more secure as he was egged on by your moans. He was marking his territory all over you with bright red hickeys.
Your half assed attempt to stifle your moans was with the palm of your hand. Min Ho however loved how loud you were getting for him and yanked your hand away from your face.
"I want to hear you," he insisted, pulling his lips away from your chest for a mere moment. "I want to hear you all night," he smirked, leaning in for a kiss.
"Uh guys?" a voiced that belonged to Yuri called out. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice trailing off into the hallway probably in search of you both.
Min Ho looked down with a smile on his face before getting your swim top from the ground. You quickly put it back on then pulled your hair to the front to cover the marks Min Ho left behind.
"W-we're here Yuri!" you replied hopping off the counter and walking out of the kitchen with Min Ho right behind you.
As Yuri came walking back towards you guys, her head tilted to the side in confusion, "What were you guys doing over there in the dark?"
"Just got some water," Min Ho replied, which seemingly convinced Yuri enough for her to walk back outside. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered in your ear, giving your ass a slap.
JAN 2025
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Obedient demons, devlish Angels.
Wade is so bad at his job he almost starves to death. And Logan is so bad at his, that he makes sure He dosn't.
Tw: depiction of rejection sensitivity, vauge sex, open/closed relationship dynamics, sick/ill demons, "eating" problems, what the title says.
@nuggetpool-hi
No one:
Wade, rubbing up against Logan like a cat: Plllleeeeaaasseee?? Pretty please? I'm staaarrvvinngg Loagie!
Logan, sitting in a chair reviewing the bible: You just ate yesterday; Wade. You aren't starving...
Wade: Yes, I am! You left me here to go spend the night with kurt so Im hungry! Honest! Please?? I'll be quick! You won't even know im down there-
Logan: Enough! I'm tired of this. Stop. Every time I come back, all you wanna do is have sex and I know you kinda have too but I dont want to! Do you ever think about that? Do you ever stop and wonder if I even want to?!
Wade, backing away, tail tucked: ......i-.. I do all the time...
Logan: Apprently not because I already said no! And you just keep-.....
Wade: *anxiously picking at his nails, head down and clearly ashamed to just exist* ....sorry...
Logan: No... Wait- Wade no... I didnt-
Wade, already crying, streaks of red coming down his neck and cheeks: n-no.. Its okay.. i-I wont ask anymore..
Logan: *sighs* I didn't mean it like that... Im just.. frustrated...
Wade, hurt, tears falling: I-its fine.. really. I Just..y-youre so nice to me when-.. when we do it and..and..
Logan, getting up: *reaches out a hand* No, Wade, I didn't mean to- You dont have to find someone else. Ill do it, Just.. just gimme a second okay?
Wade, shaking his head, backing up: No.. I-i wont ask anymore. It's fine.. dont worry about it..
Logan, watching Wade lay down and curl up on his side of the bed, now feeling terrible: ...so... y-you aren't hungry anymore..? Or.. cause we can! I dont mind Its just... *another sigh* Look. Wade.. I don't want you to be hungry..
Wade, whispering: I'll be okay...
Logan then puts his stuff away, trying to pull Wade close. He's squirming, trying to shy away but Logan forces him to stay in his chest, kissing his forehead and softly apologizing. Wade's bloody face heightens Logans primal angelic insticts, fighting the adrenaline rush of battle to keep his touches gentle, rubbing his back with slit yellow eyes. Being a warrior of the lord was difficult when demon bloods scent alone activated the strong desire to overcome evil, esspecially when the one in your arms isn't evil at all, just forever hungry.
*The next day*
Logan: Waade. Im back! Let me eat real quick and ill feed ya.
Wade: *streatches and yawns* Mmh Nah.
Logan: Nah? But yesterday you were whining about how hungry you were.
Wade: Im not hungry anymore. Got some pathetic sap in the chapel.
Logan:...... you..got someone else?;
Wade, non sarcastically, if anything simply explaining: Yeah. Thought you were getting tired of feeding me so.. you know. Besides. Gotta keep the sinners coming back right? Heh heh."
Logan: .....Yeah.... yeah.. thats fine.. thats.... who was it?
Wade: i...I dont know? Just some guy. Fuck, Angel, If I didnt know any better Id say you're acting.... jealous~"
Logan, biting his tounge: No! I just dont-...nevermind..
Wade: You don't like what?
Logan, thinking, his chest tight: I... I don't like you feeding on others.
Wade, gasping: Really!?
Logan: B-but its not like that!! I-i just mean- what kind of an angel would I be if i let a demon feed on the innocent?
Wade, now giggling: Ohh yeaahh suuuree
Logan, finally coming to lay down: Im serious!! You might accidently drain them too much and then what would that make me? A terrible protector. Thats what.
Wade, now pulling his face close, holding his cheeks lovingly: D'aaaaaww~ Loagie baby dosn't want me sleeping around on him? My big brave strong angel boy wants this demon ass all to himself? Hm??
Logan, blushing: No!! I didn't say that! Im just doing my duty as an angel to protect citizens and-
Wade is smirking: Oh yes, your civil duty of fucking a succubus every day, right? Liks you Sooo dont love my tight ass? Hm? And when I nip your balls or when-
Logan, completly red: ENOUGH! ..S-shut up..
This bickering and banter goes on for a while longer before they end up cuddling and falling asleep in each others arms. Wade feels loved in an emotional sense, it feels much better then the other 'love' he got ealier.
*the next x 7 days*
Logan: Hey Wade. Service ended early today and Kurt has a meeting. So im all yours. What do you w-.... Wade? Are you alright?
Wade, weak, curled up inside of the blanket: ....
Logan: Wade?? Come on, don't trick me. Whats wrong? *puts his hand on his forehead. He has a fever but he's shaking. Or was he just hot cause hes a demon? Either way, hes too warm for Logan's liking.* Do demons get sick?
Wade, clinging to his hand with his own, desperate for attention and affection: .. Please..
Logan: Please what? What do you need?
Wade, whos clamy, breathing uneven, and who is now whimpering: N-nothin... i-im fine.
Logan: Wade... tell me whats wrong.
Wade, shaking his head: N-no...I-i dont want to ask anymore..
Logan, finally getting it, realizing that this last week has been all cuddles. He hasn't fed Wade in an entire week: Come on. Get up, Ill-
Wade, whining as if it hurts to talk: I can't..
Logan, now worrying: Y-you cant get up? Oohh.... fuck wade!! Why didn't you say anything!? When I said I didn't want too at that moment I didn't mean starve yourself to death!! Shit!.. okay.. uhm..
Wade, tearing up, silent and holding his hand, logan is squeezing it: ...Im sorry... i-i didnt want to make you upset...
Logan, panicking: Why didn't you just-?!
Its now Logan remembers telling Wade he isn't allowed to feed on the church goers or clergy anymore. He feels terrible.
Logan: You... you listened.. you obeyed an angel?
Wade, eyes closed, trying to ignore his pain: Only my angel...
Logan, smiling, feeling himself tear up. One drops onto Wade.
Wade, whining because angel tears are holy water: OWCH!! W-whhhy??
Logan: Sorry! Sorry I just.. *wipes eyes* Im going to fix this. I promise. Can I fix it? Please?
Wade: If youre asking consent to fuck me then Yes.
And so Logan does. Connecting their foreheads, their tears softly mixing into a slight diluted sting each time they touched one another, kissing like it was the end of the world, the passion and adjustments Logan had is slow. Tender. And passionate. The kind you only really gave to a loyal lover who you've just returned to. A farmilar feeling of home and satisfaction feeding Wade back to health. They must have fucked at least three times that night because in the morning Wade was springy as ever, like a spring chicken being put into a new pasture, the old tired cock trailing behind just happy that the hen was healthy again.
#succubus au#angel au#angel logan#succubus wade#demon wade#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool#wolverine#deadpool 3#deadclaws#wade x logan
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An idea + extra small idea- Bruce doesn't know how to handle his own kids.
---idk what I'm doing---
Dog trainer: you called for a dog trainer?
Bruce: oh thank God your here! Come on in.
Dog trainer: oh is this the big guy giving you trouble?
Bruce: Huh? No that's ace he's a good boy but you- YOUR THE BAD BOY!
Jason: I'm not a bad boy! *Throws table* I'm the best boy!
Alfred: sir when I told you to get some help I meant a therapist-
Bruce: No dessert tonight!
Jason: I hate you! I'm going to burn all your old man slippers!
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Alfred: sir, why is Dick covered in stickers?
Bruce: he likes stickers....and he may rebel against my authority less when I give him stickers...
Alfred: sir.
Dick: it's okay Alfred I crave approval or I'll turn into a monster on the next full moon!
Bruce: that's a werewolf, chum
Dick: ... nu-uh
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Jason: Bruce! Tim stole my food again!
Tim: it's not my fault he left it on the counter!
Jason: I was gone for just one minute, you saw me make it!
Tim: yeah and you saw me and left me alone with your food! It's all your fault, you know I get hungry!
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- short idea down here *a fic where Bruce somehow turns into a dragon*
Bruce: Alfred did I have eggs?
Alfred: no sir you are a boy you don't have eggs.
Bruce:...are you sure? I think I had babies.
Alfred: thats not possible sir.
Bruce: oh okay....
Looks down at all the bat kids who he already was nesting on squishing them.
Bruce: hm...babies.
Jason: fuck I'm going to die again, get off you fat dragon!
Damian: father isn't fat take that back!
Jason:... I can't take you seriously when your hair is sticking up with dragon drool.
If Bruce was a dragon there's no doubt he would just gather his kids like their little dragons.
#dc prompt#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#batman#damian wayne#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#idk#i'm tired
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jeonghan - troubles
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"alright, let's take a break. we'll move onto the songs for the concert afterwards," your teacher says to all of you.
you sit down in your chair and grab your water from beneath your chair. everyone in the room scatters around.
"alright, let's talk."
you look around and find seungkwan coming over to sit down in the seat next to yours. you move your folder that has your sheet music in it to lean against a leg of your chair.
"why haven't i seen the two of you together today?" seungkwan asks. he's talking about you and your boyfriend, jeonghan.
you shrug, "we're both busy."
he scoffs, "there's no way. you two are always together. what's the real reason you're like this?" he asks.
"it's got nothing to do with jeonghan. i swear," you reply.
"alright...i'll say i believe you for now because you’re my friend. oh, are you going to do the audition tomorrow?" he asks, changing topics. "you would sound really good for the solo," he adds.
you shake your head, "not anymore."
"huh? why?" seungkwan asks. he's clearly worried for you because you usually audition for special parts in songs. "this is the third one you've passed on, y/n," he reminds you.
"i— it's just—"
"hey, have you been okay?" seungkwan asks you.
you shake your head and seungkwan immediately hugs you.
"you're so weird, y/n," he says to you. "whoever did this to my y/n, i'll smack the shit out of them." his words make you chuckle. when he stops hugging you, he pokes your cheeks to make you smile. "i'll get joshua to say something to jeonghan."
you grab seungkwan's arm. "please don't. i'll just deal with it myself. i don't want him to know."
you look over at a group of guys who sit on the higher stands. in the midst of the group are some of the juniors and seniors, including jeonghan.
you look away and sigh. "i think i'm gonna go home," you say to him and get up, grabbing your water bottle and folder in the process.
"we still have rehearsal," seungkwan immediately responds. "y/n, i have to stay with my section today. you should wait so you don't walk home alone," he says to you as you start walking to grab your backpack off of the floor by a wall.
"i'll be fine. just tell teach, alright?" you say and put your folder in your backpack.
seungkwan sighs, "you're being stupid."
"not the first time," you say before opening one of the doors and leaving. you head down the hall and leave through a set of doors at the end of the hall.
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"are you two fighting?" joshua asks jeonghan.
"huh? why would you ask that?" jeonghan replies while scrolling through his phone.
"you two haven't been with each other all day," joshua replies. "you guys have been attached to the hip since our second year."
"we're fine. we're both just busy cause of exams and work," jeonghan says, turning his phone screen off and putting it in his pocket. "y/n, come over...here?" he looks down but doesn't see you in your usual spot on the bottom riser. "seungkwan, did y/n go to the bathroom?" he asks his friend.
seungkwan looks up at jeonghan, who is walking up towards them. "she went home," seungkwan says to him. "what'd you do to her?”
"what did i do? i haven't done anything," jeonghan immediately replies. "really, i haven't."
joshua joins in, "has she been okay?" he asks jeonghan.
"something's definitely wrong if she hasn't auditioned for any of the soloes or duets," seungkwan says to them.
jeonghan becomes confused. "what? she said she was going to audition for two of them. we were gonna audition for the one tomorrow," he replies. "i'm gonna go."
"now? we still have rehearsal," joshua says to jeonghan.
"i don't care," jeonghan replies before walking down the risers. he grabs his backpack and quickly leaves the room.
he takes his phone out and calls you, but the call goes straight to voicemail. then, he opens the location app to see if your contact pops up but it doesn't. instead, he sees some of his friends and his family member's contacts.
she really turned her phone off...
jeonghan starts walking towards the neighborhood you both live in.
once he makes it to your house, he goes into the backyard to use your patio door. he knocks on the door, and your mom appears at the door. she slides the door open.
"oh, jeonghan. shouldn't you be at rehearsal today?" your mom asks him.
"i'm looking for y/n. seungkwan said she left rehearsal early," jeonghan answers.
your mom shakes her head while speaking, "she hasn't come home yet," she says to him. "i'll call her."
"i think she turned her phone off," jeonghan says to her before your mom has the chance to grab her phone off of the counter. "i think i know where she is. i'll bring her home," he says to her.
"call or text me when you find her or if you need me to come out," your mom says to him.
"yes ma'am," jeonghan replies and starts walking away. he walks around to the front of your house and starts walking out of the neighborhood.
after a bit, he reaches a lake in your town. he walks along the path for one of the resting spots, but he doesn't see you at the first one he walks to.
jeonghan continues walking and reaches the second resting spot, where he finds you sitting on a bench.
he walks up to you and sits down next to you. you don't acknowledge him with a greeting but glance over at him for a second.
"i love you, but i can't read your mind, so you're gonna need to talk to me, pretty," jeonghan says to you.
you look over at him and lightly hit his arm.
"is it me?" you shake your head. "someone at school?" he asks.
you sigh, "can you stop it?"
"not until you tell me what's going on."
you contemplate for a second before reaching into your pocket and taking your phone out. you turn it back on, watching the screen light up and showing your lock screen.
you unlock your phone and open one of your messaging apps. then, you hand jeonghan your phone.
"the second group chat and the first few people," you say to him.
jeonghan clicks on the mentioned group chat and starts reading through text messages that were sent. most of the recent texts, if not all, are about you and jeonghan.
messages that seem supportive at first but later messages prove otherwise. messages questioning your reasoning of being together and if your relationship will actually last. messages asking if you paid jeonghan to date you. there’s many more with negative connotations, and jeonghan realizes what has been going on.
"who are these people?" he asks you after reading for awhile.
"most of them are underclassmen. i don't even know most of them. i think the group chat was for a school event, but most times it just girls trashing other people. i guess we're just their latest gossip," you end with a sigh and lean your head against jeonghan's shoulder.
"how long has this been going on?" he asks. he starts to delete the text messages from your phone, knowing you'd look at it again if they weren't deleted.
you shrug, "i think a week. i don't know." you huff out a sigh of relief. "i'm sorry for not telling you."
"i know," jeonghan replies and turns your phone screen off. "don't worry about it, okay? they don't know who they messed with."
"hannie, don't do anything about it," you say to him.
"yah, if people mess with people i care about, then i'm going to do something about it," he says to you. "come on, let's go to your place. i told your mom i'd bring you home."
"you told my mom?" you ask before groaning.
jeonghan pokes your forehead, "doofus. of course i did. i didn’t know where you went.”
both of you walk back into town. jeonghan lets you call your mom on your phone, and you reassure her that you're safe. after the call, the two of you grab a quick snack at the convenience store before continuing to walk back to your neighborhood.
"oh, that audition for the duet is tomorrow," jeonghan reminds you, "still interested?”
"do you want to audition?" you ask him and try to poke a straw through the top of your drink.
jeonghan holds his hand out. you hand him the drink and the straw, and he effortlessly pokes the straw through the top of your yogurt drink.
"i'm only auditioning if you want to audition," jeonghan replies to your question before taking a sip of your drink.
you shrug, "if you want to, then i'll do it."
"only if you want to," he replies, "i'm not doing a duet unless if it's with you," he adds.
"you're so down bad for me," you say to him and take your drink back.
"i've been down bad for you since we met," jeonghan says and kisses your cheek.
#sweetiesicheng#kpop#seventeen#sweetiesicheng seventeen#seventeen x reader#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x you#seventeen fanfic#carat#seventeen fanfiction#seventeen yoon jeonghan#yoon jeonghan#jeonghan#jeonghan x you#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan x y/n#jeonghan fanfiction#seventeen jeonghan fanfic#jeonghan fanfic#svt jeonghan#svt x y/n#svt x you#svt x reader#svt fanfiction#svt fanfic#svt fic#jeonghan fic#seventeen jeonghan#svt yoon jeonghan#hannie
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X's & O's ∿ Thanos
notes/content toxic established relationship (can be read as platonic or romantic)
red flashes over your face and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. you had worked with thanos to promote his music, working closely with him as his social media manager. you can feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your skull. ripping off your O you hand it to the guard. placing the X over your chest you join the cheering group. you wanted out so badly, you were tired and hungry and so fucking scared. scared of losing your life, scared of watching those you've learned to care about die, scared of thanos and that namgyu guy.
last game was terrifying, you were left behind as thanos chose namgyu and left you in the arms of another terrified person. straightening up you don't dare look to your right and keep your eyes forward watching the counter tick up. it took another hour before player 001 got to vote. you were stared at the entire time. once the lights come back on you're left standing in the middle of the X. looking down you simply lose yourself in the fear for a moment before raising your head and choosing a bed. climbing to the top bunk you make a fort up there out of extra mattresses. with a view of whoever coming you felt a little bit safer.
lights out. you start shaking again and hug your jacket around you a little tighter. it doesn't take long before a shape is making its way up the stairs. you're expecting him though so you tense up. he stops a few inches away from your position before sinking down facing you. he's practically situated on your lap and you have to stretch your legs to accommodate him.
"Why did you do it, huh?"
"It's wrong, this is all wrong. I want to go home Su-bong, i need to get home."
"You could have made more money before leaving, all we needed was you."
"The money is enough, I'll get by. I always do."
"I know your debt, that's not even enough to pay me back."
you stare at him in the darkness, your feelings evident on your face. blinking you pick at your lips. he reaches up and removes your nails from your skin. you attempt to pull away from him but his grip only tightens. so tight you can feel his manicured nails digging into your wrist. hissing you kick out but with his weight over your legs you're unable to do much. Letting go you massage the angry marks on your skin.
"I missed you during the last game. I'm glad you made it alive."
"You abandoned me. Don't act sweet right now. What do you want? You wouldn't be here unless you had a reason."
"You need to vote to continue the games next vote. On your first day here you got to know half the people here and by the end of the first game you knew their names."
"It seemed like a team game."
"Exactly, if you vote one way so will they."
he pokes his finger against your chest and it hurts. swatting his hand away you mutter something about manners and he laughs. it's dry and lacking humor. you suddenly feel ice slide up your spine.
"I'm not doing that."
"You know what happens when I don't get my way, right? Remember?"
"I am not voting to continue the games, Su-bong. Do whatever you need to do but leave me out of it."
he suddenly straightens and all you feel is white hot fear as he grabs your chin. fingers press into your skin until he has a strong grip against bone. you whimper and wrap your hands around his wrist. you've seen him get this way before but never with you. your yanks against his forearm do nothing to lessen the pressure.
"Do not fuck with me, we all need more money. See that."
he throws your face away from him. you grip at your face pain shooting through your jawline. slipping out of the fort he goes back to his side of the room. blinking, you rub at the harsh tears ripping themselves from your tear ducts. you don't get any sleep that night.
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cocky!rafe x cocky!reader
warnings — none other than LOTS of angst and kissing
summary — enemies to kissing on a ski trip, inspired by a TikTok
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as you strap on your skis, you gaze out at the snowy peaks surrounding the lodge you and your friends were staying at. your friends were chatting excitedly near the ski lift, while rafe, the bound of your existence stands off to the side, his usual annoying smirk plastered on his face. you can't help but roll your eyes, you've had to put up with his condescending attitude for years, and the constant bickering between you two has become exhausting and more frequent.
but, for the sake of this trip, you and Rafe agreed to a 72-hour truce as requested from your friends.
now that you had your gear on it was time to start skiing, you and rafe were adrenaline junkies at heart, so you guys made your way to the hard ski slopes as your friends stuck to the easier trails.
as you pause at the top of the ski slope, Rafe looks over at you, "I bet you can't beat me down there," he says, in the most arrogant way possible. you raise an eyebrow, and with a cocky grin on your face you say, "I've been doing this my whole life, good luck!”
rafes smirk widens. "Challenge accepted."
as you fly down the mountain with your skis carving effortless turns, you let out a gut wrenching laugh. You're so far ahead of Rafe, it's humiliating. You pull out your phone to record your dominance, planning to rub it in his face when you reach the bottom. you can't wait to see the look on Rafe's face when you show him the evidence of your victory.
suddenly, he appears out of nowhere, his skis harshly digging into the snow as he catches up to you. You're still holding your phone out, grinning from ear to ear, when he grabs you by the waist and plants a sudden helmet-to-helmet kiss on your cheek.
You're dumbfounded, the laughter dying on your lips. You ski for a few seconds, trying to process what just happened before coming to a stop. You rip off your helmet, tossing it to the ground, and turn to face Rafe, narrowing your eyes.
"What the hell was that?!" you shouted, rafe saunters over, unhitching his helmet, and gives you an innocent look. "What was what?" he asks, pretending like he has no idea what you're talking about.
"You kissed me dumbass!" you accuse. Rafe shrugs, giving you a smile. "That was hardly a kiss. our helmets were in the way." You can't believe his audacity, acting like it was no big deal. “Awe, did a little kiss get you flustered?" Rafe teases.
You immediately shake your head, "Absolutely not, I'd rather die."
Rafe raises an eyebrow, "I think you kind of liked it."
"Not in a million years," you insist.
Rafe takes a step closer, getting a good look at your face. "Your blush says otherwise," he smirks.
we’re you blushing? You thought, you couldn’t tell from how cold it was but you try to brush it off. "It's just the 20 degree weather and skiing down the slopes..."
Rafe interrupts you, “no, the blush when i said kiss… what’s that about?” He asks you jokingly.
You're starting to feel frustrated, trapped in this conversation. "Fine," you mutter, rolling your eyes again. Rafe takes another step closer, to the point where you were mere inches apart, "If it didn't bother you, let me do it again. One kiss. If it bothers you, then fine, but if not, then I'll go down and tell our friends you beat me so hard."
"I'm not gonna like it." you spat.
Rafe took that as an opportunity to his own advantage. "If you do, I get to do it again, and again, and again."
You throw up your hands, "Screw it, fine. Do it." you shrug. Rafe's eyes light up and he leans in, his lips brushing against yours, not connecting just yet, then he grabs you by the waist shoving your bodies together connecting your lips, his tongue slips into your mouth which surprises you and he sort of just does it one sided. you couldn’t lie, although it was one kiss, his plump lips felt so satisfying against yours.
As Rafe pulls back from the kiss, you find yourself leaning forward, your lips still parted, craving more. You're taken aback by your own reaction, but Rafe seems to revel in it. He gives you a smirk, "Yeah, I thought you'd like it.”
You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as you realize you've been caught. Rafe takes advantage of your momentary distraction, leaning in again to capture your lips in another kiss. This time, you don't try to resist. You let yourself get lost in the touch.
his hands cradle your face, rubbing your cheek ever so slightly.
you never thought you’d end up kissing rafe, ever. But since you lost the bet, it seems like you’ll be kissing him more often…
#rafexreader#rafe fluff#rafe x you#rafe x reader#rafe fanfiction#rafe fic#rafe outer banks#drew starkey fanfiction#drew x reader#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey#enemies to lovers#enemies to lovers fic
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who? minsung x fem!reader genre: drabble a/n: I'm so sorry for not posting much but my exam session is killing me, I'll be back in two weeks!! wait for me >:)
minsung poly! where y/n is looking for some cat's food in a small shop, talking on the phone with a friend about the crazy idea of being a cat mom in her 20s, totally not expecting to see minsung kissing gin the hall where cat toys are.. and they notice her after, her mouth open wide in surprised like 'what the actual fuck is that', them being confused but then they notice the freaking miso's photo card on your pic holder attached to the bag that you're holding up.
"calling you later," you whispers a the phone, trying to take a step back and going from where you were coming, when a voice stops you, "wait!"
Your heart races as you clutch the phone in one hand and your bag in the other, fully prepared to disappear back down the aisle. But before you can make your grand escape, the voice stops you.
“Wait!” It’s Jisung. Of course, it’s Jisung. His voice is unmistakable—soft yet commanding in a way that sends chills down your spine.
Every instinct in your body screams at you to keep walking, to pretend you didn’t see the two men you’ve idolized for years kissing in the middle of a cat aisle like it’s the most normal thing in the world. But your feet betray you, and you turn around, clutching your phone and bag like they’re shields against the chaos you just witnessed.
“What?” you croak out, your voice shaky. Your gaze is glued to a suspiciously fluffy cat bed on the shelf behind them, absolutely refusing to make eye contact.
“Hey, no need to act like you just saw a ghost,” Jisung says, his tone light but clearly uneasy. “We’re just… uh, hanging out?”
“Is that what they call it?” you mutter under your breath, still avoiding their eyes as your brain replays the scene on loop like a cursed gif.
Minho, who has been silent so far, steps closer, arms crossed, and raises an eyebrow at your reaction. “You look like we’ve traumatized you for life.”
You blink rapidly, gripping your bag tighter. “I—uh—nope, not traumatized,” you lie, your voice an octave too high. “Just… buying cat food. Totally normal day. Nothing weird happened. Haha!”
It’s a terrible attempt at deflection, and they both know it.
Jisung looks between you and Minho, clearly trying not to laugh. “Are you… scared of us?” he asks, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “We’re not gonna eat you or something.”
“That’s what someone scary would say,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. You cringe immediately, heat rushing to your face. “I mean, no! I’m fine. This is fine. You guys do… whatever you’re doing. I’ll just…” You gesture vaguely toward the opposite end of the aisle. “…go that way.”
“Not before you explain this,” Minho says, pointing to the photo card of them hanging from your bag.
Your soul leaves your body. “Oh, that? It’s… uh… it came with the bag?” you try, wincing internally. Minho’s unimpressed stare tells you he isn’t buying it.
“She’s a fan,” Jisung says, grinning like he’s cracked some big mystery. “Right? That’s why you’re so weird right now—you know us.”
“Who? Me? A fan?” You laugh awkwardly, taking a shaky step back. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
Minho rolls his eyes, clearly over the theatrics. “You’ve got Minsung’s photo card on your bag, and you’re buying cat food. Do you think we’re dumb?”
You open your mouth to argue, but all that comes out is a strangled squeak. The reality of the situation hits you all over again: you just caught two of your favorite idols making out, and now they’re grilling you in a pet store aisle.
“Nope. Nope, I can’t do this,” you mutter, shaking your head and taking another step back. “I didn’t see anything. This didn’t happen. You guys don’t exist. Bye.”
Minho and Jisung exchange a quick glance as you attempt to bolt, but Jisung steps forward, his hands raised like he’s trying to calm a frightened animal. “Wait, wait, wait! Just… can we talk? Please? We don’t bite. Minho looks scary, but I promise he’s harmless.”
“I am scary,” Minho deadpans, but the flicker of concern in his eyes betrays him.
You freeze mid-step, throwing them a look over your shoulder. “Talk? About what? How you were just kissing in public, where literally anyone could see you? What were you thinking?”
Minho’s jaw tightens. “We didn’t exactly plan on putting on a show,” he says coolly. “It’s not like this place is packed.”
“Packed or not, I saw it!” you hiss, jabbing a finger at yourself. “A fan. Do you know how risky that is? What if I wasn’t—” You stop yourself, realizing you’re dangerously close to spilling your entire identity as a devoted STAY. “What if I wasn’t, you know… normal about this?”
Jisung blinks at you, a little taken aback. “You’re not exactly being normal now, to be fair.”
You glare at him, and his grin falters as Minho nudges him hard in the ribs. “Not helping,” Minho mutters under his breath before turning back to you. “Okay, fine. You caught us. We get it. But you’re not going to, like… shout it from the rooftops or something, right?”
You blink at him. “Shout it from the rooftops? Do I look like someone who’s ready to start a scandal? I’m too busy trying to figure out how to scrub this from my memory.” You shake your head, exhaling sharply. “Seriously, what were you thinking? You’re Lee Minho and Han Jisung, not two random guys in love at a grocery store. You cannot just… make out next to the catnip and hope no one notices.”
Jisung winces, glancing nervously down the aisle. “Okay, yeah, when you put it like that, it sounds bad.”
“It is bad,” you emphasize, lowering your voice but still gesturing wildly. “Do you have any idea how many fans would lose their minds over this? You’re so lucky it was me and not some TikTok-obsessed fangirl ready to post a blurry video.”
Minho’s expression shifts to something like mild panic, his cool demeanor cracking just enough to reveal a hint of worry. “Okay, okay, we get it. You made your point. But you’re not going to tell anyone, right?”
“Why should I?” you counter, crossing your arms. “I’m just saying, maybe next time, don’t risk it. Especially not in a pet store of all places.”
Jisung leans toward Minho, whispering loud enough for you to hear, “She’s scarier than my mom.”
Minho’s lips twitch into a smirk. “She’s got a point, though.”
You huff, adjusting the strap of your bag. “Look, I don’t want to ruin your lives or anything. I just… didn’t expect to see that when I came in here to buy cat food. So if we can all agree to pretend this didn’t happen, I’ll just—”
“You promise?” Minho cuts in, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. It’s not intimidating—it’s pleading.
You raise an eyebrow at him. “What, do you want me to sign an NDA or something?”
As you turn to leave, Minho suddenly calls out, “Wait.”
You freeze mid-step, again. Slowly, you turn back around, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “What now? Are you going to ask me to swear on my future cat’s life or something?”
Minho smirks faintly at your sarcasm but doesn’t take the bait. “No. I just think we should… exchange numbers.”
Your eyes narrow. “Exchange numbers? For what?”
“For… secret privacy,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Secret privacy?” you repeat, deadpan.
Jisung snickers beside him, biting back a laugh. “Wow, hyung, that’s not suspicious at all.”
Minho glares at him before returning his attention to you. “Look, in case something happens. You know, if you accidentally let something slip or decide to post about this.” He shrugs. “I’d like a way to contact you.”
You blink, processing his words. “So, what? You’re giving me your number as a bribe to keep my mouth shut?”
“More like insurance,” Minho corrects, crossing his arms.
“Insurance,” you echo. “Right. Because that doesn’t sound shady at all.”
“Hey, you’re the one who saw us kissing in a pet store,” Minho counters, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not exactly in the position to judge.”
You open your mouth to argue, but Jisung chimes in, grinning. “To be fair, he’s got a point. This is all a little… unconventional, isn’t it?”
You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Fine. Give me your number. But if you start spamming me with cat memes or asking for cat food recommendations, I’m blocking you.”
Minho pulls out his phone, his smirk widening. “Noted.”
“Wait, hold on,” Jisung interrupts, eyes sparkling with mischief. “If she gets your number, I should give her mine, too. For fairness, you know. And, uh, backup insurance.”
“Backup insurance?” you ask, half-laughing, half-exasperated.
“Yeah, in case Minho forgets to text you or something,” Jisung says with a grin. “You never know.”
You roll your eyes but hand over your phone anyway. “You two are ridiculous,” you mutter as Minho types in his number, followed by Jisung.
“Ridiculous, but memorable,” Jisung quips, winking as he hands your phone back.
You stare at the new contacts saved in your phone, feeling like you’ve just signed up for something you’re not entirely sure about. “Okay. I’ve got your numbers. Are we done now? Can I go buy my cat food in peace?”
Minho nods, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. Just… don’t forget your promise.”
“And don’t forget to text us if you ever need cat advice!” Jisung adds cheerfully, earning another glare from Minho.
You shake your head, turning to walk away for what you hope is the final time. “I’m never shopping here again,” you mutter under your breath, clutching your bag tightly.
As you leave the store, you can’t help but glance at your phone again, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. You have the numbers of Lee Minho and Han Jisung in your contacts… and all because they couldn’t resist kissing in a pet store.
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can u do 52 and 76 with jay🥺🥺 (quite he is yandere if u wanted too?)
WARNINGS: IMPLIED MAFIA AU???? LMAO (idk where tf this came from), yandere jay? (idk if i did it right), possessive jay, he threatens to kill someone, orgasm denial, dom jay, marking, spanking, overstimulation, pet names, dirty talk, rough unprotected sex, fingering (why tf are there so many warnings for a drabble omfg)
WC: 811
"who is he?" jay demands. his jaw is clenched as he waits for your response, eyes wild and frantic.
"i- jay i told you. my father insists i be seen with him-"
jay's hand smacks the wall right by your face. although it makes you jump, you know he doesn't do it in an attempt to scare you. it's just a way for him to let out the emotions he's feeling stirring inside.
"your father," jay snarls and pulls away from you, laughing maniacally while shaking his head until his hair is falling over his eyes, "i bite my tongue, follow every order- excel at every mission assigned to me, and he still doesn't see that i'm the one he should be trusting you with." disbelief is dripping from his tone.
your shoulders relax and you take a step towards him. "jay," you whisper softly, "it's purely transactional, you know that. my father just wants me to be seen with this guy so his competition backs off and finds new territory. i promise he won't get in our way."
"i'll kill him. that'll surely get him out of the way." jay laughs again, the muscles in his back tensing even more.
"i promise what's-his-name will be gone before we know it."
jay pauses, pointer finger pressed firmly to his lips before he turns and points it at you with a sly smile. "you don't know his name."
you're about to reply when you realize it's not a question, but a confident realization. so, you smile softly and wait instead.
you didn't have to wait long. because just moments later jay is pushing your head down into the mattress with your ass up in the air; the perfect position for him to lay possessively harsh smacks against your skin while he rapidly pounds his raw cock deep inside your cunt. your neck and chest are littered with fresh bright red hickeys and bite marks, his desperate way of claiming you.
"'s too much!" you cry out, eyes shut tightly as your toes start to curl with the amount of pleasure building up throughout your body. jay's pace is relentless, his hand smacking the swell of your ass yet again making you yelp. the sting brings a fresh string of tears to your eyes, your hands fisting at the bedsheets around you as some sort of leverage.
"fuuuck, baby. i can feel this tight little pussy gripping me even more. you want to come?"
"y-yes, I- please-"
"hmm...but do you really deserve to?" he leans forward until his face is next to yours, lips ghosting over the skin of your ear. "tell me who you belong to, baby. tell me who's the only person that gets to have you like this."
you scream out his name and jay promptly rewards you with a particularly harsh thrust. finally reaching your limit, your body lets go, the dam inside you bursting while your orgasm ripples throughout your body.
"that's it, baby, oh that's it," jay groans and flips you onto your back. your eyes flutter shut, expecting him to give you a break for a moment before he chases his own high. but, he clearly has other plans.
"oh i'm not done with you." his fingers fill the space his cock just stretched out, pushing your juices back inside at a cruel, slow pace. his fingers beckon you toward him, calling you back to pleasure as he watches your body tremble with overstimulation.
tears pool from the corners of your eyes, your nails digging into his biceps, desperate for him to ground you.
jay grabs your chin and turns your face towards his, grumbling out, "look at me."
immediately your eyes are open and meeting his hooded gaze.
"you know i'll do it right?" he grunts, "i'll kill anyone who thinks they have a chance with you. you're mine. i dont care what i have to do or who i have to hurt to make sure it stays that way." there's a hungry fire behind his eyes, his fingers picking up speed.
"mmm, fuck, oh my god. jay i-" your own moan interrupts you, the sentence long lost in the void of your mind as the painful pleasure he's inflicting upon you blinds all of your senses.
"look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. can't even take a little teasing, can you? i'll make sure no one else wants you with how badly i'm about to ruin you again."
your second orgasm is already quickly approaching, your brain humming the more he talks. he's not even talking to get a response to you, he's more-so speaking his threats and intentions into the universe, willing anyone to dare test them. and you'll be damned if you didn't stand confidently next to him and watch as he burns down the world for you.
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Willem was always going to be a guy down for a HTH break in. It was just the sort of adventure Wild Will was in toespecially if it ended in chilli dogs.
Willem also wasn't sure he ever thought of himself as a father figure to any of the dolls yet. Caretaker? Yes. Father, somehow, he didn't see himself as that even of his own creations even if that might have been somewhat true. Thoughts for another, perhaps. Emotions that hadn't quite matured or been labeled, perhaps.
"A mother? Hmm. I guess I can see that. I'll think about that."
He left it at that for more pondering later. What he knew for sure and did not have to think any longer on was Figaro looked cool as fucking get out with a firearm like that. It straight up suited them. Willem decided it was hot and gave it a double glance, maybe two.
"You look like a video game... in a cool way."
The compliment felt needed.
But moving along into the Livvy's home. Willem wouldn't know Figaro would have expected, but he knew what to expect with how many times he'd made these excursions to check the dolls. He navigated the home with ease.
Figaro wasn't wrong for thinking it was sad. Willem knew it was. It was why they didn't mind when Figaro first chose to stay at the ball. Sad things like this were often easier done in private. Modesty for humility. Smalls said no judgement and Will felt safe enough he wasn't unaware of how it would come off.
They laughed about the shrine and even turned red to some extent.
"I'm pretty sure she's my number one hater wherever she is now and has a voodoo doll of me and with its nuts in a vice on a Battleship board and keeps tossing it overboard. I have a theory they had something to do with Pan's flood making the blizzard melt day randomly a double hard moment for us because only she would hate me enough right now to want to make every moment of my life as hard as it could possibly be."
Even saying his theory out loud made him laugh.
"I'd have deserved it though. From her mind. We broke up after sailing on a ship across the water. Trying to drown me just makes sense to me. Poetic Justice. Whatever better form of justice is there?"
Despite it being oddly morbid he said it playful with humoral candor.
Then Figaro agreed to head on out and search for Livvy's uncle's closet.
"Okay, that's good. You come find me then."
He was going to go looking for Smalls, but Smalls said they'd come back when they were done, so they changed their mind and would wait for Smalls to come back to them.
When Figaro headed out Willem went along with his routine of tinkering with each shelf. He'd careful take ever figurine and doll off one shelf at a time and neatly lay them on the bed while he dusted the shelf and then cleaned the figures themselves before standing each one back one at a time. As he did this, he'd make sure any soft ones were fluffed and their dresses were tidied, shoelaces or bows flounced, and hats properly straightened. If Livvy had told him anything particular about the doll, he'd go through that memory in his mind to pay it homage to what sentimental value it held in the secrets of their faces. To the one he had no information he sent the same appreciation because there's sentiment in the bond of a knick knack, a memento, a toy, that's far stronger than just a memory.
He once considered memories like pages in a book of who a person is. They can be turned and re-turned again. He could read the same chapter more than once as many times as he liked for fun, but never truly relive it. A souvenir or memento of a memory is simply that, a small token. It could be thrown away or lost, but the memory still exists. The chapter can still be filed through in one's recollection. A doll however, a toy with a face, for some reason feels different to Willem than some token. Even silent it looks back. It gives the feeling it experienced all your eyes saw in that same memory. It experienced what you did. A shared experience becomes a friend not a souvenir. One can look into those non-moving eyes and think they were there. Maybe it was nuts? However, if you were a person who could also take those same dolls and bring them to life if he wanted the idea might not seem so farfetched. Lifeless dolls might seem more important than just some old attachment that needed to be let go of.
To Willem's credit he hadn't gone as far as bringing any of Livvy's dolls to life, but it had entered his mind. He was under no delusion he'd ever see Livvy again and he didn't want his old girlfriend's living dolls being a drain on relationships. He was bright enough to realize that could be a deal breaker moving forward. He just hadn't gotten to the fully moved forward part yet.
Okay, so he'd done a little messing around. Zero existed. Even Piper existed, more new, Nutmeg. These were not people who were ever going to be in Willem's life in a permanent way. They were when the mood hit kind of friends. These were complicated friends, not actual relationships.
All that said, none of it was on its mind now. Just the dolls were. When he finished with the cleaning, he'd pick up that mermaid again and sit down on the bed. It had a tendency to get the most favor and longest time being held. It had the vast majority of memories attached for Will. He laid back with it. He sat it on his chest and admired its face as he relaxed. He'd glance over at the shelf and give it a smile. Then he'd smooth over the mermaid's glossy hair. Motions like had a way triggering other past memories like turning Livvy into a doll at Barbie and Ken's party. He remembered the texture of her hair and the sand. He recalled the paints. He could relive every brush stroke of the artwork like muscle memory as porcelain slid under his his fingertips.
He sang one of the lines to the song he wrote Livvy just above a whisper. "If you don't feel that this is real then I'll just walk away. Way deep down I know I found the that proof that love can save. So take some time to figure out what this thing is all about. I hope some day you feel it too. I promise that I'll try to love the best I can. You make me a better man. Whatever this is leading to. For the first time I'm gonna listen to my heart."
Then he took a big breath and sat up. He kissed the little figurine. "I guess it all led me to you pretty lady. I saved you from the boxes. I can live with that."
Then he shined up her face one more time before placing her back in her proper place knowing full well his heart would always be with the dolls. It would be a big enough win for him.
"Thanks for being a part of that." He added as he tapped one finger tip on the glass after closing the shelving unit back up.
It left a smudge.
"Woops."
So, he went to Windex the last spot before he was completely done with the room. He cleaned it spotless enough for a bird to smash into. He was pleased with his work. He joked to the dolls, "Lucky this thing isn't a patio door."
“Now that would be entertaining to see. Especially if you two do the awkward dance of trying to pass each other but stepping in each other’s way,” Figaro said. Bright sides, sunny sides, you had to have the light to be able to have the dark too. Figaro tried to keep the balance.
Chili Dogs. Now that sounded good. Just the thought of it was enough to get the hunger going, the saliva flowing, despite being in this stink of a place. “Fuck it, we’re sneaking into Halloweentown one of these days. Once you try one of their Chili Cheese Dogs, your life isn’t going to be the same.”
Hansel as a handsome guy though? “It’s weird,” They said. “I feel somewhat … almost maternal over him? Guess I kind of am a parent now.”
What an odd thing to think about. What an odd thing to realize. In Funkytown, the dynamic hadn’t really changed. Figaro was in charge but hardly ever acted on it. It felt - wrong, somehow, to try to take control, having watched Gepetto give them their own autonomy, their own thoughts, their own actions. So Mr Punch kept being uncontrollable. Hansel kept living in the walls and being a bit of a pervert, his human body still having human feelings, thrusting against a wall while watching through a peephole.
“Yup, keeping this on me,” They agreed. It was not a good smell. Eventually all of the flesh and organs would rot away and then it would just be bones, which didn’t have as bad of a smell, but right now, it was pretty rank. The place needed some sort of Fabreeze cleansing. Or maybe Frank and Delta spent so much time up in their castle, they didn’t even know that it smelt so bad down here. They needed some sort of comment box, in Figaro’s opinion.
All of their information about guns came from movies and videogames. They knew at the very least to turn on the safety for now, until they would need it. “All I need are some green plants, and we’ve gone totally Resident Evil in this bitch.”
Great minds think alike. Figaro was also all about upgrading their setup at home. Getting a bigger TV, though the vintage one had been moved into their room, because they weren’t going to get rid of Gepetto’s things, other than giving some to Willem, of course. But it felt like he was one of Gep’s kids too. The stuff was THEIRS. Not just inherited by Fig. Better sound system, more gizmos and gadgets.
Figaro let Willem take the lead since they didn’t know their way around the apartment block. They had the gun in hand, waiting for a chance to use it. To ‘blast them’ as Thomas would say. Their knowledge of annoying curses and animal speak wasn’t the most useful for a zombie situation, except to get birds and other animals to let them know where the zombies themselves were. They had to bring out the big guns.
They didn’t say anything about Willem having the key. It just made sense, given that he came to visit the dolls. Others might have found it a bit romantic, perhaps, that he kept visiting his ex’s apartment, taking care of her things. But Figaro just found it practical.
The two of them went through the building, checking around corners, making sure that there wasn’t something waiting on just the other side. But it looked as if the building had mostly been cleaned out. Any life that was here that would have drew the zombies in, disappeared a long time ago. Still, once inside of the apartment, Figaro turned the lock on the door to feel a touch safer.
Though they were anxious to get at that Hawaiian shirt collection that hopefully had not been eaten away from bugs or faded by light coming in through the windows, they were curious about Livvy’s room, and would follow Willem inside. It wasn’t exactly what they had expected.
The shelves were new, and taken care of, that much was clear. It wasn’t covered in dust and cobwebs like everything else. The dolls seemed to be in a place of prevalence. They stood out, like they were an important item in a video game or something, rendered more predominantly.
“I’m a little surprised,” They admitted, hands on their hips, looking at the girliness of the room, the teal color that was on everything, the bit of a mess of clothes from when Livvy was deciding what to pack all that time ago for the big boat trip. “I was expecting a huge shrine to you,” They said, looking to Willem. “Or did you get embarrassed and take that down?”
They weren’t trying to be funny or teasing, that’s genuinely what Figaro thought that they would walk into when it came to Livvy’s space. A whole wall plastered with pictures of Willem, maybe some with Fig but with Fig’s face cut out or something like that. Pieces of his hair, his toenail clippings, on a shelf. This was a voodoo town after all, it wouldn’t be hard for some white girl to get their hands on some sort of love potion or DIY-Voodoo-Doll set. But it was actually pretty … relaxed in here.
They were watching Willem more than the dolls after that, making sure that he was going to be alright while doing this. But maybe it was something that he just needed to do, the way that some people just needed a big cry. Something about it being cathartic.
‘Miss her if she comes back.’ ‘Don’t get too lonely.’
It was … kind of sad.
“Yes, I’ll leave you guys to talk and gossip and … do whatever it is that y’all do in here, no judgment,” They said, putting their hands up and backed out of the room slowly. “I’ll come find ya once I finish raiding that closet.”
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