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wooyoungisbaby · 6 months ago

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whah new chapter so soon!! :DD you’re a fucking champ!!!!

Oh gosh… A few paragraphs in, my stomach dropped when i realized what was going on (/pos). I just remembered what this chapter was teased to be about, and…. Im already in pain :) again, /pos. im picking sannie up in my hands and smooching him like hes a wet, scared kitten. He’s just going through the motions of checking on his partners and taking care of them, but he’s so far away T_T

they were the right kind of sobs, right?

Of course they were, silly!!! ;o; @ woo and reader, please reassure him asap !!!!

You are different from… from…

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

You are his responsibility, not the other way around.

SCREAMING!!!! Sannie baby it goes both ways! ;o; Gahhh im so invested in his happiness wtf igby<3 He was Just having a good time, giving his partners and himself what they wanted, and now his brain is being mean to him!! :’(

You had a perfect view of the utter bliss stretched across Wooyoung’s face, tongue lolling out as San kept his head yanked back by the hair.

..okay, you’re forgiven bc this is a delicious mental image hdnhsjhjshd

San does not resist when you pull him into a back-hug, numbly letting himself get manoeuvred

His willingness to go along with this when he was in his aftercare role just seconds ago, says so much about how much he needs care and reassurance.

San swallows thickly, looking strangely small in your arms.

The way it’s SO easy to imagine this T_T He’s such a good dom and such a pillar for the other two in this story, and it’s easy to forget that he’s also a human with needs and limits and fears. And a past.

[...] along with a small twinge of something more complicated.

Insecurity (or jealousy?) that they know each other better than either of them knows her? Just thinking out loud eheh

“Seriously, the lengths I have to go to to get fed properly around here,”

I SNORTED 😂

“We look after each other around here. What’d you do if it was me or Wooyoung?” “…I’d look after you.”

YES TELL HIM!!!! I love it when a situation like this is turned on its head. I can hear San thinking “it’s not the same” but IT IS 👏

There is nothing cheeky about San’s gaze this time.

😭 ♥️

He’d just sidled up to the bedroom with Byeol in his arms, thinking to provide San some extra company.

This guy!! Always plotting and scheming. To do good, but still.

Well, same difference, really.

Yeah, i was about to say pfff <3

There is a light pout on San’s face and he snores softly

he’s so cute im gonna throw up hjhsahdddhd

“San is just— um—” “Ah.”

oh he knows xD

[...] waking him with a few gentle nips of teeth.

Woo really bit him awake, menace that he is <3

“Hey. Good morning.”

There is something weirdly adorable about a guy being so self-conscious about his morning wood when he’s had his dick inside your body’s horny trinity of holes more times than you care to count.

First of all, love the way you phrased all this 😂 Secondly, YEAH this is Choi San we’re talking about,, he’s polite and respectful. Humble and kindness, even.

“Yeah,” San says quietly. “Want to be taken care of.”

brb walking into traffic due to an urgent case of San Is Too Precious

Igbyyyy oh my goOdnhjjd this part where they’re only just starting to, err, take care of San. there’s something white-hot but light inside my chest seeing him like this, it’s just like. relief? also hornie, you know how it is.

(maybe it's just that i'm getting to put my own brain into San for once, in this fic? That's how my brain works btw, it puts itself into whoever is the sub and/or bottom in a fic and i perceive the fic as though i am them. or something like that?)

and soon he’s writhing between you and Wooyoung, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

cartoon-style, there’s a volcano on top of my head and baby it is erupting.

“Such a good boy you are for us,” Wooyoung coos at San

nvm i am actually an ice cube being dropped into a furnace. which is to say, melting.

“Want me to edge you? Would you like that, Sannie?”

my birthday was two days ago, what is this?? A treat of edging? foR ME??

[...] he just doesn’t know what to do with himself if he’s not making us feel good.”

>:3c there are remedies for that. by which i mean.. tying him up so he doesn’t have any way to reciprocate. ✨

[...] wanna be good…” A thick tear escapes San’s lashes, streaking down his puffy cheek.

igbyyyy 😭 he’s CRYING!! in the best way possible, this is tearing me tf apart hhhhh He must have needed this really bad ><

San makes a strangled noise, shaking his head like he’s embarrassed to say it out loud, but eventually stammers, “T-tits.”

[insert the cartoon volcano head again] No seriously im fucking ascending hjfnhjhf

He melts into the bed with a shuddered breath, like the thought of pushing back does not even occur to him.

i know he’s mainly a dom in this dynamic but he’s actually such a perfect and wonderful sub that i might cry

Just a funny little anecdote from a previous fandom i was in: me and some pals™ became obsessed with a 3way ship and made up many kinky scenes for them, one of which resulted in me adding the white card “edging a guy and then coming on his tits” to our custom Cards Against Humanity deck. And this scene reminded me of that :3

[...] until San is trembling, so lost in pleasure he no longer has the presence of mind to respond to your kiss.

Im standing on my balcony, looking to the horizon. The sun is rising, casting everything i can see in warm light, the wind tickling me as it sweeps through my hair. Everything is calm and quiet, only a few people far below me up at this hour, no doubt heading for early morning shifts. An lone owl bids the night farewell with a deep coo. For a beat i stand here, taking in the tranquility of the world. I inhale deeply, greedy for the crisp air. On the exhale, i scream as loud as i possibly can. “Choi san is a sub!” The owl takes off, terrified. A guy i don’t know looks up at me, seemingly unsure if he should be concerned or just pissed off. He decides on the latter. “Shut the fuck up, it’s 7am!” he yells back. I care not. I have to speak my truth and the universe will listen.

“Don’t think so lowly of yourself, Woo,” you huff. “I also use you for your cooking.”

hJDNFJSDH SCREAMING 😂

San brightens like the sun breaking through cloudcover, delighted at your ‘use’ for him.

He’s a big fuckin teddy bear, SO happy to be used for his hugging skills. He’s adorable.

“I could help out more, you know. Move in, share the load. The laundry load.”

SCREAMING?????

share the load.

Ayyyy 😉

I dont have a brain rn im afraid, so no closing thoughts aside from AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt11

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff, angst, neighbours au, FWB to QPR

ch. summary: San drops, but you and Wooyoung are here to catch him.

wc: 7.8k

ch. warnings for opening scene: dom drop, dirty talk, degradation kink & hair pulling (@ Wooyoung), dumbification (@ reader), pussy slap, anal & vaginal sex, angst, anxiety spiral abt hurting one’s partners

warnings for the rest of the chapter: hurt / comfort, sub San, soft dom duo Wooyoung & reader, somnophilia if you squint, sleepy morning sex, titty worship (@ San), hand / blowjob, orgasm denial, thigh riding, cum shot (chest @ San), cum eating / sharing, praise kink, San is called ‘good boy’

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns. mention of stretch marks.

a/n²: barely proofread bc my brain is being a lil bratty bastard man abt editing

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

“Can’t even fuck her right, can you Woo? Can’t do anything with that pussy without my help.”

Gently, San undoes the two handcuffs that bound each of Wooyoung’s wrists to yours. His eyes scan over Wooyoung’s skin for abrasions, but San struggles to pay his full care and attention to the task. His mind refuses to stay in the moment, instead rewinding the night’s events, over and over again like a broken tape-player. The images grow more distorted with every replay.

His muscles still burn from the force with which he’d rammed into Wooyoung from behind, who’d been on top of you. Every harsh slam of San’s hips had buried Wooyoung’s cock deeper into you, indirectly fucking you with his ruthless pace.

“You’re decent with that smart mouth, Woo, but we both know it’s my cock she likes better. Isn’t that so, baby?”

You had whined, too fucked out to answer.

“Aw look at her trying to spare your feelings. Sweet thing. Or maybe she’s just fucked too dumb to think. Any cock will do now, even yours.”

Had you really been too fucked out to answer? What if you had been too unwilling? Filled with guilt at the thought of picking one over the other — even if it was just for play, only to rile Wooyoung up.

San blinks, trying to get his vision focused. Sweat-matted hair clings to his forehead, unpleasantly sticky and prickling at his eyes. The fabric of his robe feels strangely scratchy against his skin, making it hard to concentrate while his thumbs press into your wrist, stimulating your blood-flow on pure auto-pilot.

“You like that, baby? Like it when I fuck you with Wooyoung’s cock? Much better than letting him fumble on his own. At least I know how to treat that tight cunt.”

Wooyoung had sobbed at the humiliation — they were the right kind of sobs, right? Wooyoung knows San didn’t mean it?

It had all felt good in the moment, but now doubt slithers into San’s memories, a dark chill creeping up his spine. Had he gone too far in degrading Wooyoung, crossing the line of cruel pleasure into simple cruelty? Had he made the wrong move by trying to rope you into his debasement of Wooyoung?

There’s a weird static in San’s ears. Vaguely he hears someone praising him, telling him he did so well; but the words can’t connect to him. They don’t fire off positive neurons in his brain, don’t bring the reassurance he so craves.

‘Did they really want it?’ a low insidious voice whispers to San instead. ‘What if they are just going along with what you pushed on them?’

San frowns. No; you and Wooyoung explicitly consented to all this beforehand. Neither of you are in the habit of neglecting your own safety in a misguided attempt to spare his feelings. You would have told him if anything felt bad. You are different from… from…

He shakes his head, trying to shake off the static. You and Wooyoung would have been honest, he stubbornly tells himself. That much he can trust on — right? Right? San’s frown deepens as he tries to look at you, his eyes shaky. You look so tired…

A cold void presses up against the inside of San’s ribcage, and he stiffens in sudden recognition, finally understanding what is happening to him.

No. Nonono. This can’t happen. Not right now. He can’t drop now. He has take care of you and Wooyoung first. You are his responsibility, not the other way around. It shouldn’t be the other way around. If he can’t even take care of his partners then—

“San? Are you okay?”

The question comes from far away. Again, he’s not sure who is asking it. San forces himself to smile. No, wait, he’s not smiling. Shit. Shit.

A beautiful soreness has settled in your body, lingering memories clinging to your muscles. You had a perfect view of the utter bliss stretched across Wooyoung’s face, tongue lolling out as San kept his head yanked back by the hair. Overwhelmed by San’s harsh pace and words, by fucking you while being fucked; yet always hungry for more, deliberately wiggling his ass when San told him to keep still, or shamelessly talking back at him.

You’re convinced that just the rough, haphazard thrusts of Wooyoung would have been enough to make you cum, more than enough when combined with the entrancing sight of him and San entangled; but it certainly didn’t hurt when San reached a hand around Wooyoung’s waist to thrum at your clit. He’d even smacked the oversensitive nub, with just enough force to send you straight into one of the most intense orgasms you’ve had in recent weeks.

You could happily stay submerged in those memories for hours to come, but the pleasant haze of the aftermath fades quickly when San massages your wrists — and you suddenly realise something is off.

He looks tired, which is not unusual after an intense session, but somehow it’s the wrong kind of tired. His eyes are unfocused, and although he’s taking perfect care of you, there is none of the usual warmth of his attentive glow. Like he is just going through the motions. San never just goes through the motions.

A dread sinks into your stomach as a grim suspicion flits through your mind.

“San? Are you okay?”

Wooyoung, who had been drinking some water, looks up before San even registers that you asked him something.

San’s brow furrows, the skin around his eyes tightening. He faintly shakes his head, and you can’t be sure if that’s meant to be an answer to your question or just an involuntary motion, but it’s an answer either way.

Your heart flinches.

“Woo?” you say, deliberately keeping your voice calm. San does not resist when you pull him into a back-hug, numbly letting himself get manoeuvred as you wrap your arms around him, holding him tightly against your chest. “I think San’s—”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says, already by your side with a bottled electrolyte drink and an energy bar. “Hey, Sannie,” he murmurs gently, brushing San’s hair off his forehead. “What’s wrong? Too much today?”

San swallows thickly, looking strangely small in your arms. Tension pours out of his body — but it’s too fast, like he is emptying himself of everything, deflating in your embrace until only a hollow shell is left. There’s an odd, glassy shine to his eyes as he looks from you to Wooyoung.

“Are— are you okay?” San manages to ask weakly. “Are you hurt? Did— did I—?”

His uncertain voice pierces your chest, deep and sharp.

“No, we’re not hurt.” You plant a firm kiss on his limp shoulder, tightening your hold on him. “We’re fine, Sannie,” you murmur past the sudden lump in your throat, pressing another kiss on the side of his head. “No one is hurt, you made us feel so good.”

San lets out a pained whine, like he tries to shrink away from the positive affirmation.

“Hey, hey, listen,” Wooyoung says, gentle but firm, tipping up San’s chin so their eyes meet. “San, it was exactly what I wanted out of this. Are you hearing me? You did nothing we didn’t want.”

He is adamant in his reassurance, aimed at San’s deepest insecurity with pin-point precision, and San manages to take a deep breath.

“I— I hear you,” he says, giving a shaky nod.

Relief floods through you when Wooyoung’s words achieve what yours could not; along with a small twinge of something more complicated. You don’t linger on that twinge, centering your attention on San instead.

You help San to drink a few sips of water, and Wooyoung tears open the energy bar’s wrapper, breaking off a few bite-sized pieces.

Wooyoung keeps up his steady stream of reassurances, while you decide to focus on grounding San through physical touch. Better to let Wooyoung handle the talking on this one, clearly. One of your arms is wrapped securely around San’s narrow waist, freeing up your other hand to gently caress over the slight trembles running through his body.

You’ve never seen San go through dom drop this hard, this fast. He’s had to shake off a light funk, and you do vividly remember the one time San came by your place a whole day afterwards, a belated response to the scene. He’d been clingy and despondent, wanting to hold you and be held; and you had done exactly that, much like you are holding him now.

Together, you and Wooyoung weave a bright, warm protective bubble around San, nursing the bruises of his fall. His deflated spirit is slowly replenished with your caring attentions, helped along by the energy bar and electrolytes. Soon there is only a crumpled wrapper and an empty bottle left, but you and Wooyoung are still there.

Still protecting him from himself.

Finally San settles into your hold, eyes fluttering shut with a sigh when your nails gently scrape over his scalp.

“That’s it, rest up,” Wooyoung says with a soft smile and an even softer shine in his eyes. “We got you. Feeling a little better?”

San nods sluggishly, exhaustion radiating from his every pore as he sinks a little deeper into you.

Wooyoung chuckles as he watches San curl up against you, and rubs an affectionate hand over San’s thigh. “But not back completely, are you? Hmm, what do you need?” He taps his bottom lip in thought, the question more to himself than to San; then an idea brightens up his eyes. “How about I make you some proper food, get something warm in that stomach? Sound good?”

San makes a vaguely ‘yes’-shaped noise, tiredly smiling up at Wooyoung.

“Alright, then I’ll handle that, okay Sannie? Just means I got to step into the kitchen for a minute, but you won’t be alone.” Wooyoung’s eyes flicker up to you, giving you a quick wink. “I am leaving you in very capable hands. Give you two a chance to chat, hm?”

Before you even get the chance to offer whipping up a meal instead (after all, Wooyoung is the resident expert at helping San through a drop, not you), Wooyoung is on his feet and pulling on some clothes.

“I’ll leave the door open, alright? Just give a shout if you need me, I’ll be back like that,” he says, snapping his fingers. Wooyoung leans in to give San a last kiss on the cheek, sweet with a tint of playfulness, then steps away out of the bedroom.

It’s just you and San now.

You take in a deep breath and then release it, squeezing your arms a little tighter around San. “Look at you, getting a home-made meal out of this. Lucky guy,” you try to joke, poking his cheek.

San’s shoulders shake lightly with a quiet laugh. “Seriously, the lengths I have to go to to get fed properly around here,” he sighs, looking up at you with an exaggerated pout. But San can’t hold on to the lighthearted moment, his pout fading into a pained wince. “Sorry about all this. Never meant to cause trouble.”

“San, don’t you dare apologise!” you gently scold him. “We look after each other around here. What’d you do if it was me or Wooyoung?”

“…I’d look after you.”

“Yeah you would. You always do,” you press on. “And you wouldn’t let us call it ‘trouble’ either.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” San sighs, admitting defeat. “No apologies.”

But knowing he doesn’t have to be sorry, and actually not feeling sorry, are two very different beasts — and it’s pretty clear which one San’s dealing with. Something sharp pinches in your chest as you remember what San stammered out in distress.

“Are you hurt? Did— did I—?”

Is that still on his mind? Does he really think he could ever…?

“San, do you even—”

The words catch in your throat as you catch San’s eyes. They’re no longer hollowed out, but there is a vast ocean of emotion behind them — and San is in safe waters for now, but all it takes is one dangerous wave for him to be pulled under again.

You won’t let him. You won’t.

“San,” you say again, your voice steadier this time. It’s disquieting, how a man with such wide shoulders can look so small. “I always feel so safe with you, you know that?”

He nods, smiling faintly. “I know,” he says, but there is not enough conviction behind it to your liking.

“And do you also know,” you say with an exaggerated sigh, wrapping your legs around San’s waist, “how nervous I was when we had that first negotiation, back when we started this whole thing? It was just you and me, and I still felt so fucking embarrassed about barging in on you and Woo. I was this close to skipping town and starting my whole life over in a new country.”

San can’t help a chuckle. (You’re taking it as a victory.) “Knew you were nervous. Didn’t know it was that bad.”

“Oh yeah, it was that bad for sure,” you laugh breathily, patting San’s chest. “Only thing holding me back was that I couldn’t decide on a new identity. So many options!”

“What, that was the only thing?” San asks, and gives you a cheeky side-eye despite his exhaustion.

“Eh, maybe there was this pair of hotties that had something to do with it too,” you tease, dramatically rolling your eyes at San before you go serious again. “But that’s not the point. The point is… all of those nerves were gone by the time I walked out the door. Because of you.”

There is nothing cheeky about San’s gaze this time.

“You made me feel so at ease, like I could trust you with anything,” you say quietly, ignoring the prickle behind your eyes when San leans his head against your shoulder, nuzzling into you. “Like I’d always be safe with you, no matter what — and you’ve proven me right every damn day since then.”

A serene hush follows as San quietly takes hold of your words. He no longer looks adrift in the ocean, pulled along by a new current that carries him safely ashore.

It’s a comfortable silence — until a light mrrp comes from the doorway, announcing Byeol’s arrival.

“Hey look, reinforcements are here,” you joke while Byeol pads over to the foot of the bed. For a moment you only see the swish of her dark tail, then she hops onto the bed, sheets lightly scrunching underfoot as she makes a direct line towards San. A cat on a mission.

You untangle your legs from San’s waist to give Byeol a comfy spot to lie down in. San smiles softly as the Thai cat circles a few times in his lap, bumping her head against your hand before she settles in. Contently, she kneads biscuits into San’s robe, and starts purring loudly when he gently scritches at her exposed, fluffy tummy.

You sit like that for a while; with San patting Byeol while you idly run your fingers through his hair, like a little braid train of affection. It’s quiet, comfortable, minutes passing by unhurried until the silence is finally broken by San.

“…I think I’m alright now,” he says, his smile steady, and a shimmer in his eyes that isn’t underlined with distress. “Thanks. For being here.”

“Anytime, Sannie,” you say, resting your forehead against his temple. “Whatever you need, we got you.”

“Damn right we do,” a sudden voice says from the door opening.

You blink in surprise when you see Wooyoung leaned against the frame, watching you and San. He is slightly obscured by shadows in the dimmed bedroom, but his smile shines through brightly; how long has he been standing there?

“I always feel so safe with you, you know that?”

Wooyoung hadn’t meant to listen in. He’d just sidled up to the bedroom with Byeol in his arms, thinking to provide San some extra company. Then he caught a wisp of conversation, and thought it’d be better to hang back for a minute.

‘Hanging back’ isn’t usually Wooyoung’s style — and neither is leaving San’s side after a dom drop. But today, it just seemed like the right move. For San, and for you.

After all, Wooyoung hadn’t missed how quiet you went after San dropped.

It’s not that you weren’t taking good care of San; Wooyoung also hadn’t missed how you held onto him so tight he couldn’t slip out of reach if he tried. Soothing touches to keep San grounded in the room so he could hear the words Wooyoung was saying to him.

But San needed words from you too.

Wooyoung still isn’t sure why you took a backseat and let him take the lead; maybe you were shaken by seeing San like this — or maybe you were worried about saying the wrong thing? Well, Wooyoung definitely hadn’t worried about that. You’d find the words to say.

Now he quietly listens in as the words come to you, just like he’d known, with a dismantling sincerity against which San’s darker thoughts don’t stand a damn chance.

“—and you’ve proven me right every damn day since then.”

Wooyoung grins, giving himself a mental pat on the back for making the right call. He lowers Byeol to the ground and ushers her into the bedroom, then decides to give you and San just a moment longer.

He heads back into the kitchen to grab the little bowl of food he whipped up. Nothing grand or fancy, just some stir-fried kimchi with leftover rice, a quick fried egg on top.

Then Wooyoung finally slips inside the bedroom. He pauses at what he sees inside.

Fuck, he wishes he was holding a camera.

Something about the homely sight of you and San cuddled up with Byeol just looks… right.

San pats the Byeol with a calm, pensive expression. If Wooyoung knows anything about San, his mind is still lingering on the freshly imbued assurance from you and Wooyoung; that you never feel anything but safe and cared for with him. Gently he prods at the bauble of knowledge in his head, to make sure it doesn’t slip out of his grasp again.

It won’t — your hold on him is too secure for that.

You are sweetly playing with San’s hair, the strength of your devotion plainly written all over your face in bold all-caps letters. Wooyoung knows your affection for them is not romantically inclined, but god it’s so obvious that you care. You care so deeply.

As for the nature of his own inclinations, Wooyoung tries to not examine those too closely. It’s not like ‘conformity’ has defined a lot of his past relationships anyway. As far as he’s concerned, it’s more important how he acts on his wants and feelings, than how he labels them. And watching you and San together? He can hardly complain about how the three of you are acting on things now.

An unbidden smile curves around his lips at the soft intimacy on display, his stomach clenching oddly.

(It’s not jealousy, he tells himself.)

(Well. Maybe a little bit of jealousy, he quickly amends. Wooyoung is never one to pretend he does not want to be wanted.)

“…I think I’m alright now,” San says, and Wooyoung doesn’t realise he’d been lost in a daze until the words shake him out of it. “Thanks. For being here.”

“Anytime, Sannie,” you assure him, and Wooyoung warms at your smile. “Whatever you need, we got you.”

Ah, that seems like just the right opening. “Damn right we do,” Wooyoung says with a grin. “Got you some food, San. Want to come out, or eat it here?”

San perks up when he sees the bowl of food, but has no desire to get out of the bed yet; so you and San free up space for Wooyoung to join you instead. (His flinch of jealousy relaxes at this proof of want.)

Byeol is the only one who makes complaints, miffed at being ignored by San over a hot meal. But she is easily mollified when Wooyoung lifts her from San’s lap into his own, where his attentions soon have her purring contently again.

San makes an appreciative noise as he digs into the simple meal, his face scrunching up with every mouthful of food. While he empties out the bowl, you and Wooyoung catch each others’ eyes, exchanging a satisfied nod. San is alright now.

After the food is gone, San decides to take a cold shower, just for good measure to snap himself fully out of it. Wooyoung takes this opportunity to change the sheets, so he and San get to sleep with fresh linen tonight. You watch him with Byeol in your arms, taking your turn as kitty-custodian very seriously.

“Not gonna help me out here?” Wooyoung asks, giving you a massive side-eye just to be dramatic.

“I’m busy!” you counter, slightly raising Byeol up. “Hey, um.”

“Um?”

“I want to stay over tonight. Sleep here. If that’s alright with you and San.”

Wooyoung blinks at you in surprise, but quickly breaks out in a wide smile. That was about the last thing he expected you to say. “Yeah, of course!”

And so San and Wooyoung happily welcomed you into their bed — and not for a tumble between the sheets, for once.

It’s been a while since you last slept in the same bed with someone, let alone two someone’s, one of whom had pulled you into his firm chest, arms wrapped around you. (Bare arms. You had picked up some sleep clothes from home and Wooyoung has a comfy flannel pyjama set, but San apparently can’t sleep unless he’s wearing nothing but a pair of fitted boxers.)

You weren’t shocked to discover that San is a cuddler in bed; he’s prone to clinginess during the day, why would it be any different at night?

Tragically, the men’s company did not by some strange magic make this the best sleep you’ve had in years. As familiar as San’s bedroom is to you, as familiar as you are with the feel and scent of his and Wooyoung’s presence, you’re so unused to sharing your bedspace that instead of falling sound asleep, you drift in-and-out of a restless slumber.

No, you aren’t exactly convinced to make a regular habit out of this ‘staying overnight’ thing, but… for now? You really don’t care about any of that.

You’re not sure when you made the decision to sleep over; maybe it was two seconds before telling Wooyoung, maybe two seconds after you realised San was in trouble. You just know you want to be right next to San in the morning, so you can see with your own eyes if he is okay or if he needs anything. Your protective instinct is too strong to be thwarted by some mild discomfort.

The night passes, and finally you drift back into full consciousness with a faint beam of sunlight shining through a narrow slit in San’s blackout curtains. Shaking off your slumber, you faintly register that your face is pressed against two comfortable, firm pillows.

Ah wait. No. Not pillows.

San’s chest.

Well, same difference, really.

Somehow you’re more deeply entangled than you started out the night; San clings tightly onto you with a leg slung over your waist, and you can feel Wooyoung’s arms snaked around him in turn. There is a light pout on San’s face and he snores softly, his breath falling against the top of your head — which could have been endearing, if your mind hadn’t just cleared up enough to identify an out-of-place hardness pressed against your stomach.

Oh.

You hadn’t thought this far ahead, last night, but… yeah, makes sense.

Groggily you try to slip out of San’s arms without waking him, but you freeze up when he shifts and babbles something incoherent. His hold tightens on pure instinct; San is still knocked out in deep sleep.

For a moment you are caught in indecision, unsure what to do.

You’ve grown comfortable in your routines in this dynamic, but this lies outside those usual patterns. An old unease cranes its neck up at the break in routine; the worry that you trespassing on their relationship in a space that is not for you — but you firmly slap back those out-dated insecurities.

The reason why you’ve never been in this situation before is because of your boundaries, not theirs.

“Hey, are you getting up already?” a hoarse voice whispers from behind San when you shift to try and find a position where his dick doesn’t poke you right in the stomach. Wooyoung lifts his head, bleary dark eyes peeking up from above San’s slumbering figure. “We can sleep in, there’s no rush.”

“Not in a rush,” you whisper back. “San is just— um—”

“Ah.”

Judging by Wooyoung’s quick understanding, this must be a pretty common situation. His hand wanders down to brush over the crotch of San’s boxers, who sighs a moan even at the faint contact.

(The moan makes a compelling argument on why you might stay overnight more often after all.)

“So… the way I see it, we got two options,” Wooyoung murmurs, his voice thick with leftover sleep. “Either we rescue you from mister cuddle-monster’s grapple, or… we could wake Sannie up, see if he wants any help with that.”

His hand rests on San’s lower abdomen, not moving while he waits for your response.

You bite your lip, definitely not averse to lending San a hand, so to speak. “He’d be okay with that? With me too?”

“Only one way to find out,” Wooyoung says, giving you a languid grin, “but… let’s just say I have it on good authority that San will probably be more than okay.”

“‘Good authority’, huh?” you say, and a faint heat creeps under your skin at the implication they talked about this very scenario, about you. By now you’d think that they lost some of their ability to fluster you, but no, you don’t think you’ll ever build up a full immunity to the impact of San and Wooyoung. (You can’t really bring yourself to mind.) “Then… yeah.”

Wooyoung presses a kiss on the solid muscles of San’s shoulder, waking him with a few gentle nips of teeth.

“Nmhn, ‘Youngie?” San’s eyes flutter open, groggy and disoriented, but his confusion melts into a soft smile when he realises who he’s holding in his arms. “Hey. Good morning.”

“Good morning yourself,” you whisper. Even with everyone awake, somehow it still feels wrong to raise your voice too high in the darkened bedroom, with the faint chirrups of birds outside. “How’re you doing?”

San lets out a tired groan, shifting to stretch some of the sleep out of his body. But it’s not an unhappy groan, a distinctly feline curve to the edges of his smile. He turns his head to nuzzle at Wooyoung, while simultaneously pulling you back closer into him.

You can see the exact moment on San’s face where he wakes up enough to realise he’s pulled you right back against his half-hard boner.

“Shit, sorry—” he begins to stammer, but you gently shush him, pressing a finger to his lips.

“It’s okay, Sannie,” you assure him. “Seriously, it’s fine.”

(There is something weirdly adorable about a guy being so self-conscious about his morning wood when he’s had his dick inside your body’s horny trinity of holes more times than you care to count.)

“Actually,” Wooyoung chimes in, planting another kiss on San’s shoulder, “we were thinking…” His lips trail up San’s neck. “…how about we take care of that for you, hm?”

San draws in a shaky breath as Wooyoung palms his cock, putting light pressure on the crotch of his boxers. “Y-you already took care of me yesterday,” he protests, weakly. “You don’t have to—”

“We want to, San,” you say. “This isn’t out of obligation or anything.” You press a gentle kiss on his chest, then glance up to him. “So… what do you want?”

He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the dim light. “Yeah,” San says quietly. “Want to be taken care of.”

That’s all Wooyoung needs to hear.

San lets out a shuddery sigh, mouth falling slack as Wooyoung starts moving his hand with slow, languid strokes.

For a moment you just watch them, savouring the sight of San, the biggest people pleaser you know, being pleased by Wooyoung. You always cherish these times, when the roles reverse and San lets himself go, lets go of responsibility and control. Reciprocating the trust you and Wooyoung always put in him.

“How’s that, Sannie?” Wooyoung asks, and there is also something equally worth savouring about the sight of him like this, doting and attentive to the person who so often attends to his every need. Wooyoung is greedy in bed, never shy about his many wants — but he is equally generous, giving all of himself to his partners.

“Hm, ‘s good…” San mumbles, wiggling lazily into Wooyoung’s chest.

You can’t keep your eyes off them, completely entranced by how San’s breaths slowly get heavier, soft moans blending into his exhales. His head lolls back against Wooyoung’s shoulder with a whine, exposing the tantalising column of his neck to you.

The magnetic pull of San’s bared throat is too strong to resist, the scattering of freckles there begging to be kissed.

San shudders as your lips gently press against the prominent mole just under his jaw. You take great care to lavish every speck on his star-clustered skin with attention, where you can feel his moans reverberate against your mouth.

Everything starts to melt together in the morning daze, bodies half-covered under the sheets as San rolls his hips into Wooyoung’s hand, gasping when you suck another kiss into his freckled neck. He holds your onto waist, more to steady himself than anything else, but his fingers dig in a little harder when you slowly move down to his chest.

San’s whines grow louder as your teeth graze against his nipple, flicking it with small kitten licks until you start to suck in earnest. His firm tits provide you with generous handfuls of meaty muscle, tensing under your palms as your hands squeeze at him.

Sometimes you’d almost forget just how incredibly sensitive San is, a fact often obscured by his complete control in the bedroom. Even the lightest touches are capable of driving him up the wall, and soon he’s writhing between you and Wooyoung, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

“Such a good boy you are for us,” Wooyoung coos at San, teasing him with a good-natured grin. “Want me to edge you? Would you like that, Sannie?”

San turns his head to look at Wooyoung; there’s a wet gleam in his eyes, but he nods eagerly. “Want it, yeah.”

Wooyoung lifts his hand up to his mouth, doing his best to be covert as he spits into his palm, like he does not want to disturb the softness of the moment with something as crude as a little extra lubrication. He then reaches back under the covers — where San sucks in a sharp breath as Wooyoung slides his hand underneath the waistband of San’s boxers.

San groans, unable to stay still with two pairs of hands roaming over his body, and two mouths exploring just as eagerly. Wooyoung has replaced your lips on San’s neck, mouthing at a reddened mark you left earlier, while you suck a wet trail between his pecs.

San mewls when you thumb at his nipples, giving them a light pinch. His body jerks, but there is still a clear purpose to the way he shifts one leg forward, pressing his thigh against your clothed crotch.

It’s an unmistakable invitation, one that you are keen to accept.

You slowly start to grind on San’s thick thigh, the double fabric layer of your panties and sleep shorts dragging against your clit. It’s little more but a light burn, not enough to get you off, but you appreciate it all the same.

“So sweet, our Sannie,” you giggle. (For real, the biggest people pleaser you know.) “We are supposed to take care of you, remember?”

He whines in protest, pressing his thigh harder into your cunt while simultaneously pushing his ass back against Wooyoung. Another obvious invitation.

“Aw, he just can’t help himself, can you San?” Wooyoung rasps with a wicked smile. “He likes to pretend he’s a big ol’ meanie, but he just doesn’t know what to do with himself if he’s not making us feel good.”

San whines again, in agreement this time, squirming between you and Wooyoung.

“Already making me feel so good,” you sigh, softly kissing San’s flushed sternum. “Just feel that, all from getting to take care of you.”

You pry his hand from your waist, pushing it down your shorts and panties to let him swipe at the wetness clinging to your folds. He groans throatily and immediately tries to hone in on your clit — but you tsk and yank him back.

“Nuh-uh, Sannie,” you chide him gently. “That’s not how things work today. Just be here with us, that’s all we need you to do.”

“Th-then— wanna feel— ngh p-please, wanna—” San’s voice is choked up, his touch clumsy as he hooks his thumb underneath the waistbands of your clothes and tries to tug them down. “F-fuck, please—”

His desperation sears hotly through you, refusing to be denied. You shimmy out of your clothes and kick them off, now naked from the bottom down. The motion drags the covers further downward — and now you can actually see the obscene bulge in San’s boxers as Wooyoung jerks him off, the outline of his fist moving at a steady pace.

San’s breath hitches with every stroke, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Still babbling pleas at you, his hands kneading at your sides as he shoves his thigh back between yours. He glances at Wooyoung too, arching his back in a not-subtle reminder of what he needs.

“Shh, don’t move, Sannie,” you shush him, running a hand through his mussed up hair. “Just let us use you, that’s all you have to do.”

“Do it, please, do it, hmgh, wanna feel you make a mess on me, wanna be good…” A thick tear escapes San’s lashes, streaking down his puffy cheek.

“Aw, so polite for such a dirty boy,” Wooyoung teases fondly. There is nothing but pure adoration in his eyes as he lightly rolls his hips forward. “Asking us so nicely to cum all over you. Who could ever say no to that, hm?”

You certainly couldn’t. And so you lift your leg just enough for San’s thigh to slide neatly in-between, allowing him to feel the wet heat of your cunt right against the beefy muscle.

San bites his lip to try (and fail) to stifle a high-pitched whine as your arousal smears over him with every drag of your hips. He groans petulantly when Wooyoung stops stroking him, but it’s only so Wooyoung can take off his own pyjama pants, and tugs down San’s boxers just enough for his cock to smack wetly against his stomach.

Then Wooyoung’s fingers are wrapped around San’s thick length again and his eyes flutter shut, face contorting in pleasure as he struggles to keep still between the two bodies rutting against him. Wooyoung breathes heavily, moving his hand faster as he grinds into San’s backside.

“That’s it, Sannie, just a little more,” Wooyoung says, his voice tightly wound. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

“Mhm, y-yeah.” San is rapidly losing his restraint, his trimmed nails digging into the soft flesh of your waist, fingers slotted over your stretch marks. Whiny moans stumble off his lips in freefall, his thigh clenching under your clit as heady arousal fills the early morning air.

Earlier, you didn’t think you were going to cum. You’re not even really trying now, despite San’s request; too focused on your worship of his body. Languidly, you rub your clit against his flexing muscle, so distracted by teasing his nipples and sucking at the swell of his cleavage that you fail to realise how close you are getting yourself. The coiling pressure creeps up on you — but like a gear locking into place, you stumble on just the right angle and you’re so drunk on pleasing San and he’s whimpering and heat lances through your cunt and oh god—

Right as you are tipping over, Wooyoung takes his hand off San’s cock, denying him the very rush that is flooding your senses. You spasm against San, his choked up sob feeding into your pleasure as fresh slick leaks onto his leg. The slide against his glistening thigh is so easy by now, and you breathlessly ride out your high in the company of San’s snivelled whines.

“Where do you want me, Sannie?” Wooyoung asks with hard, raspy gasps, not far off from his own release. “Here? On your tits? Mouth?”

San makes a strangled noise, shaking his head like he’s embarrassed to say it out loud, but eventually stammers, “T-tits.”

Immediately, Wooyoung pushes San onto his back and straddles his thighs — one glossy with your slick. A thin, bright beam of sunlight falls right across San’s face and chest, highlighting the beautiful flush of skin, beads of sweat gathering on his brow and sternum. There are tear-streaks on his face, and a wet smear on his stomach where the tip of his cock rests, oozing pre-cum.

With Wooyoung snugly sitting in his lap, letting out rapid, pitched breaths as he jerks himself off with purposeful strokes, San’s instincts to be helpful bubble up again. He reaches to touch Wooyoung — but you quickly intervene, pinning San’s wrists above his head. It’s startlingly effective; San instantly goes lax under your hold. He melts into the bed with a shuddered breath, like the thought of pushing back does not even occur to him.

(A good thing, because there’s no doubt on your mind that San could easily break free. Eyeing the width of his biceps, you swear he must’ve been spending more time at the gym lately.)

“Keep those hands right where they are, mister,” you order playfully, grinning at San. “No touching.”

San sulks at you, but the gleam in his eyes gives him away. He’s clearly eating this whole thing up; half turned on and half amused by how you and Wooyoung have taken control. “Fine,” he pouts cutely. “I’ll behave.”

“Good boy,” you purr, immediately testing San’s obedience by releasing his wrists to wrap your hand around his cock. San hisses in sensitivity as you tease your thumb at the leaking slit, but he stays in place as ordered.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Wooyoung groans, drawing your attention back to him.

Like you, Wooyoung is only naked from the waist down. It looks a little silly, a little cute; domesticity dripping off him with his flannel pyjama top and sleep-mussed hair — all while he works himself up to a quick orgasm with the lewd squelches of his fist pumping his dick. Wooyoung bites his lip as he stares down at San, lying utterly pliant beneath him and just taking what you’re willing to give.

And what you give, is enough to get San whiny and squirming again, fighting not to buck into your hand; but not enough to let him cum before Wooyoung does.

Thankfully for him, Wooyoung does not need much longer.

Wooyoung leans forward, steadying himself with a hand on San’s hip. His breath comes out in sharp gasps, dark eyes transfixed on San’s heaving chest and the light bruises you’ve left scattered all over him. “S-so fucking good for us, Sannie,” he moans, a crack in his voice. “Ah, ‘m gonna— ah, fuck, ahh—”

His hips stutter as he grunts, nails digging into San’s waist to keep himself from doubling over as he shoots messy ropes of cum over San’s chest. Some reaching all the way up his neck, adding their white glisten to San’s flushed, sweaty skin. He hisses a curse that transforms into a low moan when you eagerly lap up a rivulet between his pecs, then follow a trail to his nipple.

Wooyoung pants heavily, his dark hair sticking to his face as he catches his breath. “Shit, you two…” he groans, watching how you leisurely mouth at San’s fevered skin, your hand still keeping a steady pace. “How about it, baby, shall we let Sannie have his turn now?”

San bites down a whimper, his back arching as his fingers dig into the mattress.

You hum in agreement and move your hand a little quicker. In contrast, you slowly work your way up San’s neck, pressing a few light kisses up his chin until you reach the corner of his mouth.

San knows exactly what you are offering him — and he greedily accepts, tilting his head to meet your lips full-on. He groans as you suck his tongue into your mouth, sharing his seed between you. The combination of cum and faint morning breath is not the most pleasant, but kissing San is always sweet regardless of taste.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung lends a helping hand (or rather, a mouth) by sliding down the bed and wrap his lips around San’s cockhead. He works his jaw with thick sweeps of his tongue, just tending to the tip while you handle the rest of San’s thick length.

You consume his every muffled curse, every strangled whine, until San is trembling, so lost in pleasure he no longer has the presence of mind to respond to your kiss. You suckle on his bottom lip and reach your hand further down to cup San’s balls and squeeze gently, unable to help a moan of your own when San lets out a broken sob at the touch.

“W-Woo— Wooyoung— I-I— Fuck—”

San tries to warn him — which Wooyoung only takes as an invitation to sink further down on his cock, throat bobbing as he swallows greedily.

Together you ease San through it, hands rubbing over his shivering body as he whines and convulses, bucking up into Wooyoung’s mouth, until all tension melts away. San relaxes into the bed, rendered boneless as he catches his breath. There is a dopey, tired smile on San’s face, and finally he reaches for you and Wooyoung, pulling you into his broad chest as he slowly recovers, perfectly content.

This time, it’s you who is changing the sheets.

“So, how was it? Sleeping over?” San asks when he walks back into the bedroom after freshening up. He looks none the worse for wear after yesterday’s ordeal, a renewed lightness to his shoulders as he towels off his damp hair.

You chuckle sheepishly. “Honestly? The sleeping part was kind of terrible,” you admit. “Nothing personal! Just not great with sharing blankets. But the waking up… Yeah, the waking up part was pretty damn amazing. And that is personal.”

“Knew it. You hear that Sannie? She’s only using us for sex,” Wooyoung jokes, pinching your side as he walks past behind you to grab his phone from the nightstand.

“Don’t think so lowly of yourself, Woo,” you huff. “I also use you for your cooking.”

“What about me?” San asks, giving you a playful pout. “Just sex then?”

You finish yanking off the sheets and gather it together into a bundle, then stand up straight, tapping your lip in thought. “Hmm…” you say, giving San a scrutinising look-over. “Hugs. You give good hugs.”

San brightens like the sun breaking through cloudcover, delighted at your ‘use’ for him. He immediately ambushes you from behind, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he rubs his chin against your shoulder.

“Aish! Seriously?” Wooyoung complaints, and you yelp when he pinches your side a little harder this time around.

“You started it, you idiot,” you laugh, gently untangling yourself from San. You hand him the bundle of sheets, dirtied with sweat and slick, and grab a fresh set.

San sulks at the bed linen in his arms. “Can’t believe we had to change to change sheets again,” he grouses. “I have so much more laundry with you two around, it’s ridiculous.”

Wooyoung just snorts. “What are you talking about? Don’t try to put this on us, you’re the one who doesn’t believe in laying down a towel.”

“Don’t like the feel of them,” San mumbles through pursed lips. “Besides, those dang things always seem to shift out of place at the worst moment anyway. What’s the point, except even more laundry?”

You shake your head at his complaints, but it’s pure affection. Meanwhile, Wooyoung sidles up behind San and takes his turn hugging him. “I could help out more, you know. Move in, share the load. The laundry load.”

San blinks in surprise, turning his head to look at Wooyoung, while you look up curiously, pausing your task of wrangling sheets around the corner of the mattress. Is Wooyoung serious, or is this just his usual messing around?

But judging by his calm expression, Wooyoung is one hundred percent serious. He sways back and forth on the balls of his feet, rocking San in his hug — but his eyes are completely focused, watching for San’s reaction.

“I mean… you practically live here already,” San says, reaching back his arms to hold onto Wooyoung’s hips, steady him a little. “We’d just be making it official, right?”

“Yeah! That’s what I wanna do, make it official,” Wooyoung says, then catches you off-guard by turning to you. “How about it? How do you feel about getting me as your official neighbour?”

You let out an abashed laugh, already self-conscious to be in the room for this conversation between them, let alone involved. “Why are you asking me? I’m not the one you’re moving in with!”

Wooyoung shrugs. “Just felt right to check in,” he says, so matter-of-factly that the lump of awkwardness in your chest softens. He’s not treating your input on the matter like a laugh; and for a moment, you find yourself at a loss for how to respond. To be considered in a big life choice like this — a relationship choice — is not something that’s ever happened to you before.

A jumble of feelings bounces around in your chest; but they’re led at the helm by happiness, and a wide, giddy smile has curved around your lips before you even realise it’s happening.

Warmth bursts through your veins as you nod at San and Wooyoung, who’re both smiling back at you. “Yeah,” you say, feeling oddly shy. “I’d love to have you here, officially. Welcome home, Woo.”

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e-munson666 · 2 years ago

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I kind of imagine billy as a very very dom guy (especially dark billy) with sadistic kinks, here's some head cannons of mine before I start the request lol.

VERY BIG SADIST LIKE WTF 💀💀 I imagine that he'd purposely pinch you at times just to see you flinch and hiss. He is also a bit of a masochist himself, enjoying paint mixed with pleasure (though he doesn't like it when you hurt him with no sexual intent)

He uses nicknames like 'bunny' and 'kitten' or sometimes even 'baby bunny'

Okay now that that's out of the way- here is the actual request- Dark billy x female reader smut (duh) where pretty much he dubcons his childhood friend after finding out she had moved to Hawkins.

As soon as they introduce themselves to eachother again he begins to act, odd? The reader doesn't think much of it though, letting him lead her to his house were he does smutty things lol

Some lines you could use

"Awe.. baby bunny, don't you enjoy it when I pinch you?"

"Kitten.. I know you like it"

Ik it's vauge but I like to give you room to add what you think would fit :) ily, have fun!

This is my first attempt at Billy.

He's out of my realm, but I love this reader so I'm gonna do my best! ❤

18+ dubcon, dark themes, mean!dom!Billy. Let's just say reader is named Kat in lou of y/n

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Last week, Billy Hargrove got the surprise of his life. His childhood friend, his first real crush, had moved to Hawkins. Billy knew it was fate, especially when he laid his eyes on you in the hall, seeing what a beautiful young woman you were growing into.

You were being ogled by a bunch of other guys already, something Billy took notice of, and immediately disapproved of. Especially when one of those guys was Steve fucking Harrington, there's no way he was going to lose out to the former king of Hawkins high.

Billy started following you around school, always showing up when Steve would start talking to you, putting an arm around you and leading you away. "Hey kitty Kat" he would say winking down at you as he walked you in the opposite direction.

"Bbbbiiillllyyyy" you would whine, hating that he brought back his old nickname for you. It made you blush now, it gave you a feeling you weren't used to having for your old friend.

"Awe kitten don't be shy" Billy teased, pinching your cheek and watching you wince. He got a weird kick out seeing you squirm, loving it when he would get a reaction from his pinches or slaps.

They were almost constant, any time you interacted with Billy he was pinching you until you cried, or he'd harshly slap your ass or thigh, chuckling as you whined before him.

The rumors started pretty quickly, that Billy Hargrove swooped in and snagged the new girl already, (he may have started that in the locker room) but you didn't know that, not until you chased Steve down after school, wanting to hangout.

"Steve" you called, seeing him stop and turn towards you, a weary smile on his face.

"Hey Kitty" Steve joked, also one to enjoy giving you silly nicknames.

"Steve, do you want to hangout for a bit?" You boldy ask, noticing the confused look that spread across his face.

"Won't Billy be upset?"

"What? Why does it matter what Billy thinks?" You raise your eyebrow at Steve as you spoke.

"Oh uh, he was telling some guys in the locker room that he had locked you down" Steve responded searching your face.

You let out an audible laugh, looking up at Steve, "that is so not whats happening, we've just known each other since we were kids, nothing is going on there I promise" you say, looping your arm into his, smiling up at him.

"Oh, well in that case Kitty, I would love to hangout. Let's go get some food yeah?" Steve asked, giddy with excitement. He placed a kiss to your forehead as he led you to his car.. He was so happy to hear that you were still on the market, because Steve had it bad for you.

Billy had watched your little interaction with Steve, and watched as that fucker Harrington kissed your head. Billy knew it was time to step it up a notch, time to put you in your place. Under him, submitting to him, crying for him.......and ONLY him.

Billy decided to wait at your house, your Father not hesitating to let Billy in, excited for the opportunity to catch up with the young man. He told your father he wanted to surprise you, so your dad led him to your bedroom, wishing him luck as he left the house to go to the pub.

You had a wonderful time with Steve, getting food from Benny's, sharing a milkshake, and holding hands. He dropped you off at your house, walking you to the front door before saying goodnight. He leaned in for a cheek kiss when you quickly turned your face to crash your lips onto his.

"I'll see you tomorrow at school Stevie, okay?" You coo, twirling a piece of his hair. "Of course Kitty, I'll wait for you by your locker before the first bell" he responds, kissing you once more before retreating to his car. You shut the front door behind you, giddy and smiling from your time with Steve.

You called out for your dad, figuring he was out when you didn't get a response. You made your way to your bedroom, not bothering to check your surroundings as you started to undress. You were down to your bra and skirt, when you felt a presence, felt eyes on you. You quickly glanced up into the large mirror on your closet door.

In the reflection you saw him, Billy, with an angry look on his face, perched on the corner of your bed.

"Hey kitty Kat" Billy chuckles as you spin around, loving the scared look on your face, "surprised to see me?"

He quickly stood from the bed and made his way over to you, still frozen in your place. He wrapped one arm around your waist and harshly pulled you into him, using his other hand to trace up and down the strap of your bra.

"I saw you leave school with Harrington Kitten" "tisk.....now we can't have that" he states, pinching your side so hard you squeal.

"Billy....what.....why are you here?" You manage to get out, trying to shove him away, only to be met with a harsh slap to the face.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, cheek burning and red from his heavy hand. "Oh whats the matter little kitty? You didn't like that?" He teases, snaking his hands to the backs of your thighs, squeezing them tight before lifting you up into his arms, laughing as you struggle to get away.

"Calm down Kitten, stop wiggling around so much, I said STOP" Billy tosses you down on the bed, grabbing your tiny wrists with one large hand and flinging them up over your head.

He kicked your legs apart with his knee, sliding into the space between your thighs. You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes, a large red outline from where Billy slapped you.

"So pretty like this kitten" he says, taking his free hand and cupping your chin. He leaned down to place a harsh kiss to your lips, feeling you once again struggle under him.

"You can squirm all you want little kitty, I can feel how wet you are on my leg"

"Billy, please" you beg, not knowing for what, but you bucking your hips into Billy's leg gave him all the signal he needed.

He went to work un buttoning his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers, before taking the tiny fabric of your panties in his hand and ripping them clean off your body.

You squirmed more when you felt the weight of Billy's tip at your entrance, knowing this was going to hurt.

"Stay still kitten, or this will hurt a lot worse" he laughs, slamming himself inside of you. You let out a loud, pained cry, music to Billy's ears.

"Too big.....too much.....please no Billy" you whine, feeling your body being split in half. You had been with one other guy before, but it was disappointing and you could barely feel him in there. This was different, this was painful, throbbing, you were sure your insides were tearing around him.

Billy just chuckled at you, starting to thrust into your rough and deep. You moaned and whined under him, repeating it was too much as he continued to slam into you.

"Its too much? Hmm baby? Daddys cock too big for his little baby?" He whispered in your ear, grinning at the moans that left your mouth as he fucked you into the mattress.

"Thats right kitten, you like this don't you, like daddy's cock splitting your tiny little body in half?" You moan again, arching your back at his words.

Billy slapped your already red cheek, looking at your teary face. "Words kitten, I want to hear you SAY it" he demands, grabbing your throat as he kept up his pace.

"Yes Billy, I like it" you cry out, feeling your orgasm coming close.

Slap. "No no my little slut, that's not what you call me now" slap "say it" he slams into you, deeper than he has gone before.

You let out a pained cry, body starting to shake as your climax came to a peak, "fuck, yes, yes daddy, I love your cock" you whimper, clenching around him as he fucks your through your orgasm.

Sensitive, and sore, you whine as he continues his pace, trying to squirm away as he chased his own release.

"No, little slut, you aren't going anywhere until I'm done with you" Billy says, finally unpinning your wrists with his one hand and taking the other from your throat to grab your hips and keep you still.

By the time Billy filled you up you were a writhing, crying mess below him, crying his name out in both pain and pleasure, and he was eating it up. When he finally pulled out, he looked over at you as he dressed himself, knowing he did enough to abuse your body to the point of exhaustion.

He left the room long enough to grab a towel to clean you up with, placing little kisses all over you as he helped get some pj's on, before getting into bed with you and pulling you into his chest.

You hummed as Billy stroked your hair, eyes drooping, waiting for sleep. "I meant it you know" he said as you dosed off, "you're all mine now babygirl" he laughed as he watched you attempt to lift your head up at him, before sleep completely took over.

Now Billy just has to deal with that fucking Harrington kid, and he'll have you all to himself.

#fanfic #stranger things #billy hargrove #dark billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy harringrove #steve the hair harrington #king steve #send me asks #asks and replies #character asks

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rafescoke · 3 years ago

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Obsessed ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: “Till death do us part.”

Warnings: Mutual toxic relationship! Rafe being overly obsessed with reader, heavy smut

A/N: 900 followers wtf ily <33 so sorry if this isn’t my best work :(

(Y/N) laughs as the feeling of his soft lips peppers her lower abdomen. It has always been so exquisite. She almost doesn’t want to let go.

“Rafe!” She sighs, throwing her head back. “We have to go to your sister’s birthday dinner.”

“Just stay,” he replies, trailing his wet kisses down to her thighs. She shivers from the tingling feeling in the pits of her stomach. “We don’t have to go.”

“Of course we do,” she answers, running her fingers through his hair. He groans when he feels a sudden tug, but he likes it.

“I have to make a good impression on Sarah and your parents, baby.”

“They can’t stop me from loving you,” he chuckles, finally parting from her skin and staring up at her (E/C) orbs.

How can someone look so magical?

“Rafe, come on,” she sighs, bending down to plant a kiss on his cheeks. “You can do anything to me tonight.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” she nods, laughing slightly when he goes straight for her stomach again. “If you keep doing this I will leave you hanging tonight.”

He pulls away, groaning. “Okay, okay. Come on. Let’s go.”

Being in a relationship with Rafe Cameron feels so amazing yet surreal. She heard things about him before, how he was having a hard time trying to fight his anger issues and his addiction, but she always felt intrigued by his presence.

Every time she went to a party hosted by some kooks, her eyes will always meet his blue ones.

It felt like fate.

Rafe holds her hands in his as they walk down the carpeted floor to the big table filled to the end with their friends and a few family members.

“Woah, this is a big family,” (Y/N) smiles, tightening her grip around Rafe’s fingers.

“Rafe, you’re early today,” Ward greets, and (Y/N) smiles before Rafe pulls her to his back, as though shielding her from him. She quirks a brow.

“And this is (Y/N), I assume?” He asks, extending his hand out. (Y/N) smiles and wraps her hands around his.

“Yeah,” Rafe grunts, and pulls her back to his side.

“(Y/N), I’m glad you can join us,” Rose appears, her red lips pulled into a warm smile. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

(Y/N) looks up to Rafe, her heart beating. Did he tell them about her?

That’s the last thing she would ever guess from him.

“Hey, nice seeing you with Rafe, (Y/L/N),” Topper smiles, and Rafe watches as he helps her down to her seat. He raises a brow but decides against it.

“Hey, yeah,” (Y/N) replies, glancing at Rafe and back to Topper. “It’s nice seeing you here, Tops.”

Rafe’s hands travel to her thighs, tracing invisible circles whilst glancing around the table. He doesn’t feel like making any new conversations with anyone, and he definitely doesn’t appreciate the way Topper is more chatty with his girl than before.

Since when is Topper interested in the same girl as his?

His grip around her thighs tightens. Maybe it’s the annoyance from watching his own best friend flirting with her. Or maybe it’s the anger coursing in him when she does the same thing.

“Hey, you brought a girlfriend!” Sarah greets, bending down to give Topper a kiss on his cheeks. “(Y/N), right?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) replies, extending her hand to greet the blonde Cameron.

Always the crowd-pleaser, her.

The whole time the dinner sets out, Rafe can’t wait to just get the event over and bring his girlfriend home. He never wants (Y/N) to get closer to his family, and doesn’t intend to. The last thing he wants is for Sarah and (Y/N) to become best friends.

“Yeah, and then guess what?” Topper asks, waiting to drop the punchline. (Y/N) laughs at the enthusiasm, and then shakes her head.

“What?”

“I didn’t even get it!”

“What?” (Y/N) laughs, eyes shut and hands clutching onto her stomach. “You were never this funny, Tops. What happened?”

Here we go again with the Tops. Why is she even calling him that?

Rafe pulls her chair closer to his and whispers into her ear. She perks up from his hot breath. “Let’s go home.”

“We haven’t sung the birthday song, Rafe,” she sighs. “Come on, let’s just wait for another half an hour.”

And she returns back to Topper like he isn’t there.

Rafe stands up, scraping the linoleum floor of the restaurant as he did so. A few family and friends stare at him, but without giving them a glance, he pulls (Y/N) up with a grip around her arms.

“Rafe, ow! What are you doing?”

“We’re leaving, come on,” he grunts, retrieving his phone from the table and stuffing them in his pocket.

“Why? We’re not done yet?”

“Yo, man, what’s up?” Topper asks, being so confused after getting stopped midway of him trying to tell another story. “You haven’t seen the cake yet.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything and continues to pull her away to the exit. She moans from the tug in pain, but her expression is plastered with an apologetic look to everyone around the table.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” (Y/N) yells, prying his arms away from his grip and immediately starting to apply pressure to the pain.

“I don’t like seeing the way you’re talking to Topper,” he finally speaks, walking straight toward his jeep. He stops after a few seconds, looking back to his shoulders to see if she’s following him, and resumes his walk when her angry face follows him.

“We’re just talking. Rafe, I don’t appreciate you pulling me away like this just because you’re jealous.”

He stops walking and turns back to look at her. “You were practically begging him to fuck you, (Y/N). Don’t you realize it?”

What. The. Fuck.

“Fuck you, I’m not getting into the car with you,” she says, slowly feeling hot tears filling up her eyes.

“You are, and that’s final. Get the fuck in.”

He steps closer to her, trying to get ahold of her, but she’s quick. She moves away, blocking his view of her face so he doesn’t see the tears that are streaming down her face.

He’s got way too far this time.

“(Y/N), get in. Let’s talk about this on the way home. Come on.”

She doesn’t move or say anything, but when Rafe finally engulfs her into a hug, she doesn’t let go. It’s crazy how he’s able to make her feel absolutely worthless yet needed at the same time.

“I’m sorry, baby. Get in the car with me?”

And she goes in after him.

. . .

Rafe has never discarded a girl’s clothing faster than he unclipped the hook of her bra.

(Y/N) sighs, still so sore from yesterday’s activity, but she wanted this more than before.

She had never thought about how hot her boyfriend looked when intoxicated, but after tonight’s party, all she wants is to have all parts of him.

Rafe helps her down to her knees, piling her (H/C) hair up into a high ponytail and letting her fingers wander around the waistband of his boxers. He throws his head back, the anticipation killing him.

“Quick, quick, come on,” he grunts, opening half of his eyes to see if they’ve got an audience. The bathroom seems deserted, and he looks down at her again.

She starts with her kitten licks on his tip, watching as he squirms and his breathing becoming heavier. She likes it like this; she feels totally in control.

“Don’t tease,” he groans, tugging her chin up so she can look into his eyes. “You know better, baby, come on.”

She takes him whole, and he can feel himself hitting the back of her throat. He groans, throwing his head back because the feeling still amazes him every time.

She grazes her teeth against his member, sending vibrations throughout his whole body and he has never felt this amazing before. He groans, stopping her movement with his hands before he could get sent into complete oblivion.

“What’s wrong?” she pouts, and that’s enough for Rafe to pick her up and throws her against the sink. She yelps, but her heart is thumping excitedly.

“Wait, wait, you can’t,” she whispers, holding his prying hands into a halt before he can touch her in the throbbing areas. She bites her lips, “I’m sore, remember?”

“I’m not gonna let you touch me without letting me touch you back,” he grunts.

He wants all of her.

Please.

“Rafe, we can’t,” she chuckles, turning herself forward so she’s directly facing him.

“I’m sure you can handle it,” he whispers, pushing her against the door and letting her breath tickles his jaw. He can’t handle another few more hours of not touching her; he’ll go absolutely crazy in any minute.

His hand trails down to her aching core, and he watches as she jolts upright.

“Are you sure you don’t want this, baby?” he coos, “Because you’re wetting my hands.”

(Y/N) attacks his lips with so much force he topples backward, and Rafe’s back hit one of the stalls’ door. He groans, feeling himself getting harder than ever, and pulls her away with his fingers around her neck.

“Do that again, and I’ll make sure this is the last time I’ll be fucking you.”

Before she can reply to his snarky remark he turns her over so her front is pressed against the door. She groans, cheeks flat against the blue door.

Rafe brings one hand slowly up to her neck while the other trails down to her core, collecting her juices with his fingers before he brings them up to her pink lips. He gets closer to her ears, his own mouth watering.

If she ever thinks he would stop, she’s completely in the wrong.

“So wet for me, baby,” he whispers, playing his fingers against her lips and watching as she struggles to taste herself. “So eager for me?”

“Please, Rafe, do something.”

Rafe groans, his cock swelling painfully. Oh, he loves listening to her pleas and her begs. He can come undone from all of that hassle.

Her own hands grab the one playing with her lips and bring it closer to her pussy, and she sucks in a breath while pressing his fingers into herself. Rafe bites his lips, being so close against her he’s basically fucking her through his pants.

She knows how to move against him, and it drives him crazy. His lips are slightly parted as he watches her fuck herself with his fingers, soaking his own digits with her juices. The bathroom is now filled with her lewd noises, and Rafe wishes this moment will never end.

“People are going to hear us,” she complains, but she doesn’t do any effort to stop his fingers from entering her. She throws her head back against his shoulder, and Rafe uses the opportunity to leave a trail of wet kisses down to her neck.

“Let them,” he whispers. “Spread your legs, baby, come on.”

She doesn’t do anything, still so absorbed with the euphoric feeling starting to form in her stomach. Rafe groans, hating it when his requests are getting denied, and stops her hands from forcing his into her.

“Why’d you stop?” she moans, half annoyed when the familiar knot starts to dissipate into the thin air.

“You’re getting comfortable,” he replies, and before she can say anything else, his hands quickly pull her skirt up to reveal her glistening pussy under the orange lights of the bathroom.

“No panties?” he licks his teeth, waiting.

“Just making it easier for you,” she shrugs, and Rafe almost comes to his end at the sight of her all smug and proud. He wishes for nothing other than to wipe that look off her face, but he kind of likes it on her.

Rafe pushes himself into her and hears as she squirms from his size. After so many times they had done the deed, he would have thought she would have gotten used to him. It gives him a certain pleasure when she does the same reaction when he first enters her.

Rafe pushes up one of her knees, widening her up, and starts going at her at a much faster pace. The sex with Rafe always ends up rough, but tonight’s leaves some kind of a different feeling in her.

“You like that?” he whispers, tightening his grip around her neck. “You feel so good around me, baby.”

She doesn’t reply, still so high from the exaltation as she presses herself more against him if that’s even possible to reach her high. She moans against his shoulder, shutting her eyes and feeling her hot tears wetting her cheeks.

“Mhm,” he grumbles. “I know baby, come on. Let me help you.”

Rafe’s orgasm explodes as he lets out the hottest moan ever, filling her up with his seed and feeling her clench around him.

There is no doubt that this girl is absolutely driving him insane.

And he loves every part of it.

She melts into him as she reaches her high, head thrown back and lips parted, and Rafe involuntarily wipes the tears pooling under her eyes. She opens her eyes once she’s finally regained her balance, helping herself off Rafe and pulling her skirt down.

She places a soft kiss against his cheeks, feeling so tired she can pass out in the toilet. She walks to the sink with Rafe’s arms around her waist, still so unsure if she’s fit enough to walk on her own.

She looks up at Rafe through the big mirror, watching as he stares down at her fingers under the running water.

“How do you know where I am?” she asks, tilting her head to one side. “How do you know I’m in the club?”

Rafe’s eyes go back to focus on her mesmerizing orbs. After a while, he answers back. “Why? Are you cheating on me?”

“You know it’s not like that, Rafe,” she sighs, closing the tap and pulling a cheap tissue paper from the side. “I’m here for my friend’s birthday party.”

He doesn’t reply, and she bumps her shoulder against his.

“You’re not stalking me, are you?”

Rafe pulls her against him and breathes into her scent, “Of course not. It’s just fate that I met you here.”

She caves in and pulls him in for another kiss.

. . .

Is it normal to feel watched at all times?

The typing motion stares back at her as she tilts her head at the computer screen. She really doesn’t get it.

Her phone vibrates against the dining table, and she answers the call without a glance at the name.

“Hey!”

“Hey, Tops? What’s up?” She greets, finally cracking a smile after a whole day of being worried over being watched.

“I’m wondering if you’d like to help me out with a gift I bought for Sarah. You know, since you’re a girl.”

She stays in her position, her mind fleeing back to a certain brunette she had just kissed an hour ago.

Would he be okay with this?

It’s not like she’s cheating on him. It’s just helping a friend out.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll be at your house in a few minutes.”

Rafe has been nothing but a sweetheart to her. There may be some times his issues accidentally slipped in, but she was gentle with him. She caressed him until he was okay again, and they never spoke of it again.

She glances at the red mark around her arm from Rafe’s grip a week ago, and grimaces.

“Hey, Tops, sorry I’m so late. I stopped by for gas just now.”

Topper smiles, allowing her into his mansion and motioning her to the living room. A few gifts wrapped in purple and pink wrapping paper stare back at her, and (Y/N) widens her eyes.

“Holy shit, you’re truly a great boyfriend.”

Topper laughs, patting the empty seat beside him and pushing a small velvet box in her hands. “What do you think?”

“Is this for Sarah?” She smiles, showing her pearly white teeth. Topper can’t help but notice the dimples on her face.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I love it,” she nods, moving the small box around to get a better view of the ring under the light. “She’s a lucky girl.”

Two hours later, Topper holds the door open for her as she smiles at him. From a distance away, they look like a couple in love.

It’s no surprise that a certain figure a few cars away is clenching his fist and jaw whilst staring at the two of them.

“Thanks, (Y/N), you’re the best,” Topper sighs, pulling her into a side hug. “Give Rafe a hug for me, yeah?”

(Y/N) laughs, pushing his shoulders playfully and walking down the steps to her own car. “I always know there’s something between you two.”

She doesn’t feel like driving back home and decides to stop by at an ice cream place to get herself a milkshake, even when it’s already 10 p.m.

She likes it when she’s all alone on the island at this time of the day as she’s free to do anything she wills. She drives straight to the store, oblivious to the black jeep following her from behind.

“Can I get an oreo milkshake?” She smiles, watching as the cashier nods and goes back to the back to make her milkshake. She opens her phone, and taps on the first name on her contact.

Hey, I miss you :)

A few seconds later, her phone dings.

Rafe: Did you have fun?

“Your milkshake.”

(Y/N) jolts up to the sudden voice, and smiles apologetically at the cashier before getting her drink.

Have fun? What?

“You didn’t reply to my text.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Rafe!” She exclaims, holding her hand out for support on the counter. She glances at the cashier, but he seems to be in the back again. “What are you doing here?”

Rafe looks down at her and god, she has never felt so small than ever. She gulps and places her drink down, because this is slowly starting to make sense.

“Rafe, are you stalking me?”

He doesn’t reply, but it’s enough for (Y/N) to turn on her heels back to her car.

The constant feeling of being watched. The random motions outside of her window and the pair of eyes she felt everywhere when she was out with some friends.

“Wait, wait, (Y/N)!” He groans, pulling her hands and halting her walk. “Please don’t leave, okay?”

“How can you do this? Don’t you trust me enough?” She yells. His jaw tightens, and she involuntarily takes a step back. “Rafe, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m just protecting you, alright?” He grunts, “And what the fuck are you doing at Topper’s house?”

Oh. So this is what everything’s about.

“None of your business,” she shoots back, and with a final thrust, she frees herself from his grasp.

Rafe laughs, wetting his lips. Before she can say anything else, he pushes her against her car door and watches as she squirms.

“You’re my fucking girlfriend, of course it’s going to be my business.”

There’s no way out of this, not when everything she’ll say will be regarded as a lie. Unless. . .

“Yeah, I fucked Topper,” she whispers, cheeks pressed against the cold metal surface of her car. “Is that what you want to hear?”

“Hm,” he sighs, and flips her over in a swift. She yelps, having to face him directly now, and all of her brief confidence dissipates into the air.

“Wanna say it again?” He whispers, his lips so close to her skin she can feel his heat.

She stares into his eyes again, feeling so scared now that he’s got her cornered, but the exciting feeling growing inside of her seems to outweigh all her fear.

“I fucked your best friend.”

“Wrong answer,” he answers, and pulls the car door open before pushing her in.

Rafe’s lips attach themselves against her collarbones as she grunts softly, pulling on his hair and fighting against every energy in her to push him away.

But she seems struck by his touch again. She can’t let go.

“Wanna get so smug on me again?” He groans, fingers trailing down to the button of her jeans before he pops it open.

(Y/N) throws her head back against the seat, so engulfed in the feeling she doesn’t ever wanna let him go. Rafe notices the change in her behavior, and god knows how much it riles him up.

“Beg.”

“Rafe,” she grunts, “Don’t play with me right now.”

Her hands reach for his fingers, but he slaps her hands away.

“Do that again and I’ll fucking kill you, (Y/N), I swear to fucking God.”

(Y/N) bites her lips, because a death threat shouldn’t leave her all perked up.

“Please,” she whispers.

“You know I’ll take care of you, right? And you’re going to let me take care of you. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t see Topper again—” he tugs on her chin, “—or I’ll fucking kill you for real.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nods eagerly. “Please, baby, touch me?”

He chuckles and bends to her eye level, watching as she tries to contain herself.

“Till death do us part?”

“Rafe—”

He grips her thigh, “Till death do us part?”

“Till death do us part.”

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yakumtsaki · 2 years ago

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We’re backoix but without Wyatt for the first time since 2017💔 Jojo is fucking devastated and goes on an autonomous home maintenance spree but keeps stopping to cry:

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO SLEEP IN THIS BED

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO SNOOZE ON THE LAWN

Ugh my poor Jojo, I know what will cheer you up, why don’t we go wait for the wolf?

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO NAP IN THIS TENT

-Hey Shaj. -Hi grandma, how are you? -I’m sharing the mausoleum with Wyatt now, so not great. What’s going on here? -Literally nothing, even Cyneswith hasn’t had a new lover for like a week.

-Who needs lovers when I have my Dobrie?💗

I can’t stress enough how ridic this relationship is, Dobronega hates absolutely everyone including her own kittens. The fuck, Cyn, are you using the voodoo doll on the pets now?

-Of course not, I’d never override an animals free will!🌸

Right, what are they, men who refuse to immediately fall in love with you?

-Exactly!💗

Time for our mandatory ‘a new day starts’ ritual.

-Ok everyone, let’s knock this one out cause I have to get ready for work. Cyn how could you?? -Oh Donnie I’m so sorry!🌸 -𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝙴, 𝙶𝚄𝚈𝚂, 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙾𝚆.

The kitts grew up! This is Scorpion, under him is Ermac, on the right is Mileena, and under her Kitana, who is the chonkiest one and thus the automatic heir! I’m gonna send the other 3 to live with Angel and Wulf while Sophie is at work because she throws Komei-tier tantrums whenever a pet leaves.

So Sandy is a romance sim, which I keep forgetting, and is like 1 second away from aspiration failure, so it’s time for a blind date. I spend the max amount and we get GILBERT JACQUET?? LMAO. Do you guys feel like he’s open-minded enough to date a zomb? They have 3 bolts tho, his turn-ons are black hair/green eyes so I guess that was enough to overcome the rotting part??

This is going great?? Honestly wtf. Gilbert tell me the truth, does she remind you of your mother?

What’s up Sophito, how was school?

-What the hell is this?!

I’m sure you already know what it is since you went out of your way to cockblock, but this is Sandy on a date.

-Well stop it, I don’t like it!

Ya despite what Sophie has told you, the world doesn’t revolve around Sophito Union’s wishes.

-My world does!

Guess who got fired on his second day!

-𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚁; 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴. -WAAAAAH

-OH, WYATT, OH CRUEL FATE

-FUCK YOU AND YOUR ONE CHANCE AT HAPPINESS, SANDY

Ya ok I’ve had enough of this house-

-let’s gtfo, Cyn! It’s hoeing time.

-When isn’t it!💗

Huhu!🌸

-Huhu!💗

Man this place is DEAD. Where tf is everyone?

-They’re on the terrace, dumbass.

Ok that’s a lot of lip from you, bandana-bowtie. To the terrace!

OMG IT’S CORNROW DOWNTOWNIE. The top townies I wanna marry in genetics-wise is this guy and Hot Downtownie that Shaj brought from work the other day. I zoom out all happy to have Cyn go talk to him and what do I see??

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, JACK DO

-OVER MY DEAD BODY IS CYNESWITH CHEATING ON ME IN THIS RESTAURANT WHERE MY OPPRESSIVE MOTHER IS THE MAITRE D’!!!

OH FFS

We relocate to this weird hot tub club where thankfully none of our existing lovers are.

-Oooh, Neon Vest Downtownie is hot!💗 -Fuck me, here comes the voodoo doll.

-SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND, VESTIE!!!🌸

Hehehe, ok Cyn let’s knock this one out on location because we’ve really fallen behind!

-Ya so I’ve been increasingly concerned about nuclear weapons-

-WILL YOU TWO GET A ROOM FOR YOUR POLITICAL DISCUSSION? WE’RE TRYING TO HAVE PUBLIC SEX HERE

Kaching!!! Man that was quick, thank you, Neon Vest Downtownie!

You don’t walk from the table when you’re on a roll, so we move on to this guy, who I thought was Komei’s old enemy Shea Johnston, but is actually a ginger version of him.

-Didn’t you use to steal my grandpa’s garden gnome?💗 -Oh no, that was my evil twin brother! I’m the nice one! -Aww, we have so much in common, I’m the nice one with an meanie sister too!🌸

-Now let me just channel the ancient evil of voodoo to manipulate your consciousness!💗

-Oh, Ginger Shea Johnston, let’s take this upstairs to the hot tub, it’s more public!🌸

Bro I love Cyn so fucking much, on her way upstairs to the hot tubs with GSJ she stops to flirt with the Count, LOL

-Hiiii, didn’t you use to sleep with my grandma?💗 -I sure did! -Seems like a good family tradition, huhu!🌸

-Oh Cyneswith, today is the best day of my life! -It better be, my daddy worked really hard for that voodoo doll!💗

Never stood a chance, against us, GSJ!

-Hey girl, if you ever get tired of these warm meatbags you know where to find me!🧛

Ya Count, we actually DON’T know where to find you, that was also our big problem when Victoria wanted to bang you.

-Oh, I live in the animal sanctuary! Bat section.🧛

You don’t have an ancestral castle on top of a misty hill? What kind of flop vampire even are you??

-You know what the rent for ancestral castles is these days??🧛

Good Lord, get out of here Count Bumula, you’re ruining our night. Time to return home, Cyn, great job!

I was hoping Sophito would outgrow this Sandy bullshit on his own but clearly I have my work cut out for me.

-Look Sandy, another A+++! Much better than some stupid momma’s boy baker, right??

You of all people wanna talk about mommy issues, really? Go do your goddamn homework.

Valentina becomes an elder during her favorite activity: shitting on our flowers.

-You better put those dream date ones away, too tempting!

Val, let me just say, and I truly mean this, you are a literal monstrosity.

Cyn rolls that ‘woohoo with a service sim’ want, so goodbye Kaylynn, it’s Remington time.

-So let me get this straight, you’re firing me because, and I quote, ‘You’re really sorry but you want a guy maid to raw you, huhu🌸’? -Exactly, huhu!💗 -You’ll be hearing from the labor department.

-Oh hiii Lucy, welcome, now get out!🌸

-OMG OMG HI I’M CYNESWITH💗 -Well hello, I’m Remington Harris and I’m a true professional as you can surely tell by my aggressive decolletage. -Oh Remi, you’re a godsent, I’ve been so lonely in this house with only one available choice to cheat on my husband with!🌸 -Uh, what’s that now?

-Don’t worry about it!💗

Ah, the glory of love! Cyn do you think that having both iVan and Remington in the house everyday might not be like, a super good idea?

-Of course not, what could possibly happen, huhu?🌸

Well iVan already tried killing you once?

-Oh, he didn’t mean that, it was on oopsie!💗

Credit where it’s due, this is one aesthetic af affair-

-I MEAN!

-GODDAMMIT, MOTHER, DOES YOUR DEGENERACY KNOW NO END??

Sugar you little oedipal freak, did you seriously run out in the rain in your pjs just so you could do this? Even your father doesn’t give a fuck anymore!

Finally, God decided to put an end to this house of sin.

-WHAT THE FUCK KID, STOP PUSHING ME INTO THE FIRE -SORRY, HOT DOWNTOWNIE, I WAS TRYING TO PUSH MY MOTHER

Finally the rain stops and it’s time for Cymi (Cyn + Remi, cute, right?) to defile Jojo’s wolfwatching tent. The very place where Wyatt napped??? Cyn, come on!

-It’s what daddy would have wanted, he was always supportive of my romantic endeavors!🌸

Ya I guess that’s true, ugh I miss Wyatt :(

Real talk, Jojo has been the saddest I’ve ever seen a sim be over a spouse’s death, like non-stop crying for days. I did get very emo just by seeing him sleep alone, but then he gets up and does something that freaked me out so much I straight up shut the game down..

..HE AUTONOMOUSLY GOES TO LOOK @ WYATT’S PORTRAIT. I swear I’m not making this shit up, at first I thought he was interacting with the urn, but then I check his action panel and it’s the ‘view’ thing @ the portrait!!!

These aren’t ‘real’ portraits taken with the portrait mechanic (which I don’t know if even with those ones sims know whose portrait is whose), they’re screenshots I put into the custom painting folder which I then have the sims paint, so there’s no way game-wise that Jojo would know this is depicting Wyatt. I’m also 100% certain I’ve never had another sim in the family autonomously go view a death portrait, because I would have definitely taken a pic and included it in a post. Point is, bro I was already convinced Jojo was sentient and was equal parts freaked and moved..

..and then he goes to Shajar’s portrait..

..AND DOES THIS. H E L P

#gen 3 #ts2

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saksukei · 4 years ago

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boo seungkwan pet store au

masterlist

you've been a frequent visitor at the local pet store ,,,,, like even the animals recognize you and the staff consider you an unofficial member of the store

so today was also the same,,,, you visited the store and you had heard that everyone was going for the holidays so only a few of the staff would be there

you entered the back door which was for authorized staffs only

and you saw this very cute boy

you were like wow wtf wHO IS THIS GREEK GOD

“um are you new here?” you asked the boy, as you picked up the dog food.

“who are you?” he asked in response.

“well, I uh actually visit the store every weekend so the staff allow me back here,” you explained. “im y/n.”

“oh– nice to meet you,, I'm seungkwan!” he told you.

“do you want me to introduce you to the pets, seungkwan?”

“um–uh yeah! That'd be a great idea,” he replied, a smile on his face

and then you started going on and on, introducing all the pets to seungkwan, especially taking your time

and you saved your favorite pet for last which was a cute black kitten named bagheera after the panther in jungle book

“one day when I'll have enough money, I'll buy bagheera!” you told seungkwan. “i just hope no one adopts him before me.”

“awh,” he cooed. “bagheera sure is cute– but thank you for introducing me to all the pets,” he smiled.

and honestly his smile >>>>>>

the two of you eventually fed some of the animals

after an hour or so, you had to go so you bid him goodbye

once you left the store you were only thinking about how seungkwan was so cute and handsome, he sure had an amazing personality and seemed like he was great with pets!!

and you were already developing this fat crush on him

but you were sure he probably had a girlfriend and even if he didn't, he was wayyyyyy out of your league

But still next weekend, you wore a cute outfit that was also low-key so that it wouldn't look like you dressed up to meet seungkwan but you also looked nice

you entered and the other employees greeted you

but then the reciptionist told you that someone had reserved bagheera and you were super upset

you asked around about who had booked bagheera and apparently it was the owner so you couldn't even say anything ,,,,,,

super bummed out, you were looking for seungkwan

“hey um where's the new guy– seungkwan?” you asked, as you fed one of the dogs.

“new guy?” he repeated. “isnt seungkwan the–”

“yes I'm here!” seungkwan interrupted, as he eyed the other employee.

you and seungkwan talked for like 3 hours and you told him about how someone had booked bagheera and you were upset

he consoled you!!

and said that if he meets the owner he'll try to talk to them

and you were like !!!! don't do that you'll lose your job but thank yoU

the next few times you met him, you had so much fun gAh omg

then one time seungkwan was watching you pet a cute puppy and he realized that every minute he had spent with you was the best and he geniunely liked you

and he knew he had to make a move cause a cutie like you couldn't be found everywhere

“listen um– I might be out of my place here but,,,, we just met a few days ago and uh would you like to go on a date?”

AND YOU WERE LIKE ?????

HE ASKED??

“i-its okay if you don't want to go,” he gave you a weak smile.

“NO OMG SEUNGKWAN WHY DO YOU THINK I WEAR CUTE OUTFITS EVERYDAY? OF COURSE I'D LOVE TO GO,” you hugged him

and then realized what you did

and you broke the hug

the two of you getting red

“i mean,,,,, I'd love to go, seungkwan. Where are we gonna go?”

“i was thinking we could hang out here for a bit and then get some ice cream from the cafe nearby.”

“i don't think we can hang out here ,,,,, I don't work here and you're new–”

“um,,,,, about that,” he bit his lip

“what?”

“i’m the owner,” he admitted.

aND YOU WERE LIKE ????? OMG??

“and um,,, I reserved bagheera for you,” and both of you were blushing

you two ended up becoming bagheera’s parents,,,, cuties

#boo seungkwan x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan fluff #seventeen oneshot

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fantasy-dating-sim-trash · 3 years ago

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Shio & Damiean Crack Post/Fic

So I was missing my friend Shio (She's been busy being an adult and doing adult things & so have I and we both haven't been able to talk much of late which is SAD!)

Or as I call her Bun-Bun or as y'all probably know her as the amazing, talented, funny, kind, and so much more @books-and-catears. If u havent read her stuff GO DO IT WHAT R U EVEN DOING IF U HAVEN'T!?! GO CHECK HER OUT!

So I was thinking about how the two of us would act as MC'S in OM if we both were in the world. She and I have talked about this before and we both know she'd try to shove me towards Satan or make up some kinda plan to fluster me. Since unfortunately I get super flustered super easily and she finds it super funny and adorable (I AM NOT ADORABLE OR CUTE I SWEAR! IM SCARY AND I WILL BE FEARED!!!)

We did come up with this idea and collaborate on this. She did help with some of this.

She did have an idea (not 100% set in stone fyi) for the end which I didn't like.

Soooooooo I made it better! She doesn't know about what I wrote for the end so I hope she enjoys it!

Also i dont think ive ever said here what my MC's name is but my MC's name is Damiean. Typically I wouldn't put that information in any of my posts about the boys because I want people to be able to put themselves in the story. But this time I wanted to put me and my friend in something!

So without further ado hers me and Shio in Obey me.

A crack post

no warnings

My MC X Satan

Shio X Solomon (sorry not sorry Asmo)

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Damiean *leaving RAD after the school day is over*

Shio: *skips over to Damiean* KITTY!!! *Hugs* today WAS SOOOOO LONG I'm so over school.

Damiean: Hey Bun-Bun! It was! Honestly, I'm tired as hell. What about you?

Shio: Sammmmeee! So what are you going to do now that school’s over for the day? Do you have any plans?

Damiean: You already know I'm gonna return some books to the library. I just finished reading them and I found some good books that I must read!

Shio: *gets knowing gleam in her eye* You sure that's the only reason ur going Kitty? Not to see a certain blonde demon? *raises eyebrows*

Damiean: *flustered & blushes* WHAT!!! NO!!!! I- I WASN'T! I- BUN BUN! *hides face in hands*

Shio: *laughs* You're so predictable Kitty. *puts an arm on their shoulder* You like him! Just admit it already! You & I both know you have the biggest crush on Satan. I however don't mind accompanying you to the library this time.

Damiean: I'm scared of your plans Bun-Bun and I definitely don't trust that look in your eye. What kind of scheme do you have cooked up this time?

Damiean: And I'll have you know I go there to find BOOKS to read!

Shio: Uh-huh. Who are you trying to convince here me or you? Because it sure ain't convincing me. You go there to find books but you have the added bonus of getting to stare at Satan and think to yourself about how hot and dreamy he is. *giving Damniean a knowing look giggling*

Damiean: *blushes furiously, claps their hand over Shio's mouth speaks in a hushed whisper* Could you BE any louder about my crush!?! You don't need to announce it to everyone around us you know! Also, you don't gotta call me out like that! I can kill two birds with one stone! I'm fine with just admiring him from afar.

Shio: *gives them the LOOK that says bitch PA-lease*

Damiean : *Sighs takes their hand off Shio’s mouth as they both randomly bumped into Satan upon entering the library*

Shio: No, but I have a game I would like to play with the two of you. Please sit down. *smirks and drags them both over to a table* Oh, don't look so scared Kitty.

Satan: Oh hey you two, looking for any new books to read?

Damiean: *shyly* Hi.

Satan: *smiles and stares at you* Your nickname is Kitty?

Damiean: *flushes (0////0)* Uh well...um..huh.. it's only Shio who calls me.. That… but yea

Shio: You can call them kitty too. Or kitten if you want~ *says in a slightly sing-songy voice*

Damiean: *whispers stares at her in shock* Bun-bun stop! WTF! Dont you dare! - *(O/////O)*

Satan: Hmmmm, Kitten. I like that.

Damiean: * gets even more red in the face (>\\\\\\>)* Satan wait no-

Satan: Kitten, kitten, kitten.*looks at Damiean* That suits you so well.

Damiean: I- *freezes like an old windows computer due to being flustered*

Shio: Enough loverboy, you're gonna give them a heart attack.

Damiean: *super flustered, glares at Shio, then whispers* Why'd YOU TELL HIM THAT!!! Look at what u did! I'm so red in the face right now! I'm gonna die!!!

Satan: *completely oblivious to Shio and Damiean whispers* So what's this game of yours Shio?

Shio: Aight so the game is to test how your brain functions under speed and pressure. I will ask you both questions and you have to answer as quickly as possible. Understood? Ok. *not really giving them time to say no or to think too hard about it*

Damiean and Satan: *prepares mentally*

Damiean: Bun-Bun wait! I’m not re-

Shio:*continues anyway* Favorite food?

Satan: Apple pie.

Damiean: Chicken Parm, with alfredo noodles and garlic bread.

Shio: What's your fav animal?

Both: Cats.

Shio: Favourite hobby?

Both: Reading.

Shio: Would you like to go on a date with the person sitting next to you?

Both: Yes.

Damiean: *glares more intently at Shio blushing even more then looks away from Shio & Satan*

Damiean: ....WAIT WHAT JUST- *gay panic* SHIO!!!

Satan: ...I was going to ask but I'm glad I have my answer. I guess we have to plan a date now, huh kitten? *looks at Damiean giving them a once over and smirks sexily*

Damiean:*beyound flustered, their brain short-circuiting*

Shio: *with a shit-eating grin gets up and pushes Damiean’s chair closer to Satan* My job here is done, so I'll be leaving now. Have fun, you two! Bye-bye now! *winks at Damiean then hops away* Ah, to be a cupid is so wonderful.

Damiean: *loudly talks* WE ARE NOT DONE TALKING ABOUT THIS BUN BUN! You’re not gonna get away with this!!! We will talk about this later!!!

*LATER*

Solomon: So what was the result of the test you gave them?

Shio: They're both utterly completely and helplessly in love.

Solomon: Just like us, darling. *kisses her*

Shio: *giggles* It was about time they stopped that loving from afar shit. It was getting desperate, and pathetic even if it was cute. You just know I had to do something about it, Hopelessly in love the two of them.

Solomon: *grabs Shio’s hand* Come on, enough match-making for one day. We have our own date to go on.

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goshi-kun · 4 years ago

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“I feel like I lose braincells when I’m with you” ft. Kuroo

Request:

“Are the prompt list requests still open? If so could I please have the 23. With kuroo🥺🥰thanks!” -levishoe-eeeee

Oooooo alright i like this one :) ✨ this is so cracked out and shit I’m sorry-

Prompt 23: “I feel like I lose brain cells when I’m with you.”

Warnings: Nothing just fluff and crack like normal lmao, oh and light swearing :)

It was a nice afternoon at the Nekoma High Volleyball Court. Lev was being his usual self and Kuroo was listening out of pure entertainment. Kenma was listening too, but it was just to judge lmao.

“No, I’m being serious! What if ghosts do come back to-” Lev was cut off by you opening the gym doors. You always came in after your last class of the day to say hi to everyone. And of course, make fun of your boyfriend.

Although, today you seemed really stressed. You had an irritated look on your face, and your footsteps sounded a little harsher than normal.

You made your way over to the three boys hoping to join the conversation, but they all were just looking at you with little worried expressions.

“Hey babe..you alright?” Kuroo had some sort of nervousness in his tone. You had a tendency to get really scary when you were irritated by something or someone.

“Huh? Ugh yeah, I’m fine. I was just fighting with some first year.” You weren’t mad or anything just really rubbed the wrong way by what this first year had said to you.

Now Kuroo’s mind immediately went to, “omg some first-year harassed my s/o i’m gonna kill them watch- wheres yaku were gonna kill them-” BUT- his train of thought was cut off when Lev started talking.

“What? Why? Did they say something?” Lev was asking out a pure curiosity. Little did he know he just opened up a very fresh wound. smh come on lev

“Oh! Alright, I’ll tell you! OH LET ME TELL YOU-” ‘oh god there they go’-everyone’s thoughts.

“THIS DUMBASS- I was simply talking about ghosts with my friends because it’s SPOOKY SEASON DAMMIT- but NOOOOOOO- someone always has to say something!-” You then continue on to express your disgust about a first-year student who DARED to argue with you about the existence of ghosts during this magical month! the audacity.

Now this- you got Lev going on a tangent too 😭 HE AGREED WITH YOU 100%

So there you are, going back in fourth with Lev about ghosts and why everyone else's opinion is invalid-as you should. Kenma just stares at you both like, ’wtf r u talking about :|’ All while Kuroo is looking back on all his life choices-

He thought you were really upset, but you were mad over ghosts?? Like really?? He was so done lmao

“You- ghosts?” Kuroo was so confused 😭😭

You and Lev do eventually conclude your tangent, leaving everyone in some sort of shock. You both had managed to grab everyone in the gym’s attention. Even the coaches decided to sit back and watch this little ghost debate. While Kuroo was just like 🧍‍♂️

Now the walk home was something else-

You and Kuroo always walked home together, ‘iT’s fOr yOur saFETY Y/N’

You both normally share things about your day, but this time Kuroo just let you do all the talking. Lev had really set something off because you were talking about EVERYTHING. From what you ate, to what you did, too dumb things people said, back to the ghosts- EVERYTHING!

Kuroo just sat back and looked at you with so much adoration. You really just started opening up to him about everything. He couldn’t help but feel all giddy. Also, you looked really cute while on your little rants ✨

That did save you from his sarcastic comments tho-

“Y’know, I feel like I lose brain cells when I’m with you.” Kuroo laughed a little with his words.

YOU WERE HURT-

“Excuse me! You didn’t have brain cells, to begin with! Don’t blame me!” You had a cute little pout on your face as you tried to come back from Kuroo’s remark.

Kuroo just brought you closer to him and laughed. Remembering this day forever.

“You should go on your little rants more often kitten.” 🤍

i hate him with kindness ❤️

I hope you enjoyed lovely sorry if this was bad- 😭😭 i'm new to thisss

#kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo scenario #kuroo headcanons #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kuroo crack #haikyuu crack #hq

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miyagiri · 5 years ago

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ATSUMU'S LONG DISTANCE GIRLFRIEND HEADCANONS!

𝒂/𝒏: this is kinda long tho,, and i have LOADS of ideas on inarizaki and the twins so ;) part two is when you finally became their manager, and their impressions on you, aka atsumu’s new girlfriend!

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄. || 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

➼ okay okay,, here me out. you and atsumu had been in a long distance relationship for awhile now and its still going on sTRONGG

➼ yall met at a café when you visited hyogō to have a break your home which was in tokyo

➼ and you were kinda shocked that a very handsome blonde came up to you stuttering and flustered

“hey.. uh, i’m miya atsumu. if ya don’t mind, can i get to.. know you?” he rubbed his nape as he looked down on your sitting figure.

he cleared his throat when he saw your surprised face, and looked away, faintly blushing. “y-ya seem lonely with yer coffee and i can’t let a woman unattended!”

➼ you were sceptical at first,,

➼ but because he was a fine ass man you decided to let it slide and just give him your number ;)

➼ JUST ADMIT IT YALL WOULD BOW DOWN TO HIS FEET SO NO PLAYING HARD TO GET HERE GIRLIES

➼ you two started talking after the encounter and clicked almost immediately

➼ mostly your conversations were about experiences, expectations and volleyball

➼ you loved the way his eyes glimmers when he's excited about something

➼ because you had about a week there, he was constantly bringing you out on dates and slipping in flirts here and there

➼ SO. MANY. PET NAMES.

➼ sweets, babygirl, baby, babes, babe, honey, love, and the list just goes ON

➼ not that you mind because you were exchanging it too KDHAKJSKA

➼ you always call him atsu

➼ he liked the nickname

➼ he told you A LOT about his teammates, which made you intrigued because duh,, they ARE the top 2 strongest in the country ;)

➼ you adored his passion for volleyball, unlike his past girlfriends,,

➼ and when he told you that, you were so proud of yourself but kinda embarrassed that he pointed it out

➼ why? because you thought it wasn’t THAT obvious and now it’s really obvious that you were staring at him DREAMILY LIKE HE’S A DISNEY PRINCE

➼ maybe because he is

➼ n e ways,, your favourite date with him was the time he took you to the park at night with a cute maroon blanket to stargaze

he groaned. “suna was a prick yesterday. the dude was dissin’ me with ‘samu the whole damn practice!”

you chuckled and shifted your body so you could face him, “just what the hell did you do again, atsu?”

he laid beside you on the blanket and stretched like a cat. “well, i may or may not ate his chuupet at lunch-”

“you know what? you deserve that.” you deadpanned and rolled away from him.

“HEY! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE HERE, SWEETS!”

➼ after he was done talking about his team, you talked about kuroo and kenma, which was your closest friends at nekoma

➼ he was alright at first but then, until you started talking about the oh so great and handsome one, KUROO TETSUROU.

➼ you even showed him your gallery of kuroo’s meme faces that he recreated

➼ its canon LDJAKSNKAJA

➼ BOY BECAME POUTY IN AN INSTANT. HE WAS CROSSING HIS ARMS AND PUFFING HIS CHEEKS, TURNING AWAY FROM YOU

you laughed hysterically. “and that was when tetsu knocked the whole lamp post down! you should have seen his face!”

“and then-” you took a breather and held your stomach, trying to regain composure, but giving in to laugh again.

atsumu squints his brown orbs, trying not to show that he was obviously jealous on how kuroo was making you laugh until you had literal tears coming out your eyes.

“tell me more then, vixen~”

you took a deep breath and stared at him, face now red, “you’re jealous, aren’t you?”

he widened his eyes and shook his head vigorously. “N-NO I’M NOT!”

“yes you are.” you narrowed your eyes.

“am not!”

“am too!”

“am not!”

➼ and that was when you liked to see him having a tiny jealous breakdown~

➼ when your week in hyogō was finally over, he was SULKING the whole damn time

“doll.. do you have to go?? just stay here with me or somethin’!”

you sighed and gently stroke his hair, a gesture you tend to do on hime because he absolutely LOVED it.

“atsu.. i have school tomorrow and you do too. now, get off me, man-child!”

➼ you had to pry him off your arm to get into the train LMAOO

➼ after that, yall facetime each other every day and became cLOOOSER

➼ HE DIDN’T WANT HIS TEAMMATES TO KNOW BECAUSE HE WANTS YOU!! ALL BY HIMSELF!! GREEDY BASTARD

➼ his teammates was kinda suspicious because atsumu didn’t flirt with his fangirls anymore,,

➼ and even left his side chicks hanging

➼ osamu was kinda suspecting something though. TWIN INSTINCTS

➼ BACK TO ATSUMU!!

➼ after two months of talking, he confessed through face time and he was legit stuttering like the first time yall met

➼ which is ADORABLEEEE

“hey um.. angel, can i ask ya somethin’? it’s kinda urgent..” he gulped and glanced down on his macbook.

you started getting worried. why was he quiet all of the sudden? it was unusual for THE miya atsumu to be this silent.

“atsumu? you okay there?”

he looked up towards the laptop with the same look of determination when he’s on court, catching you off guard. “PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!”

you widened your eyes and paused for a solid 10 seconds, before smirking slightly. an idea came across your mind.

“i thought we were already going out?”

➼ and then after a month or so, THE FATE IS ON YOUR SIDE, your parents decided to move to hyogō because tokyo was too hectic!!

➼ which was really sudden

➼ you were happy you would get to see your boyfriend more often, but you were also depressed over the fact that you’ll be far from your crazy ass best friends in nekoma high

➼ kuroo and kenma was sad as fuck

➼ but yall promise to face time each other every night to talk about your days ;(

the bedhead grinned and ruffled your hair as you all sat on the bench of the playground of your neighbourhood. “come on now kitten! don’t be like that. we can always see each other at nationals, right?”

“b-but you’re a third year, tetsu..”

“no, kuroo’s right. we’re second years. he’s just a year older than us, doesn’t mean you and him would be gone forever, (f/n).”

kenma shook his head and patted your shoulder with a small smile. he had always had a soft spot for you, to the point that he’ll only let YOU touch his games.

you sighed and smiled at them with your brightest smile, them giving you the same gesture. “alright. you guys better update me on every stupid shit lev does.”

➼ CARRYING ON!! ITS STARTING TO GET SAD WITH THE NEKOMA DUO

➼ ANYWAYS, atsumu was ECSTATIC when he heard you were transferring to his school rather than your former one, nekoma high.

“babe guess what?!”

he raised an eyebrow and smiled at his phone. “did yah choked on onigiris again because kuroo was competin’ with ya, babydoll?”

“WHAT? NO! I’M TRANSFERRING TO YOUR SCHOOL NEXT WEEK!”

“good for y- WAIT, STOP THE MOTHERFUCKIN’ MUSIC.”

➼ HE WAS SO EXCITED THAT HE CAME EARLY TO SCHOOL THE VERY NEXT DAY AND HAD THE CUTEST SMILE ON HIS FACE

➼ thats so cute wtf

➼ osamu had a very obvious shocked expression on his stoic face for once

➼ it became suspicious to the team, because atsumu had always been moody in the mornings, ESPECIALLY on weekdays

“what the fuck is that crackhead doing in the middle of the morning?” suna grumbled after yawning beside kita.

kita eyed him for his profanities. “he’s awfully jolly on today’s morning. i wonder what’s in his mind..?” the white-haired captain trailed off, slightly tilting his head.

“I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD!~”

atsumu was now skipping and gliding around the gym, with a broom in his hands, spouting random disney songs.

“SHINING, SHIMMERING, SPLENDID!”

the middle blocker made a face as kita tried registering atsumu’s actions. he stared at him before saying, “wow, you really do act like a robot, kita-san,”

“TELL ME, PRINCESS, NOW WHEN DID YOU LAST LET YOUR HEART DECIDE?”

“let’s just let him be.” aran shook his head with a small smile.

osamu suddenly came up to him and yanked the broom out of his twin’s hands, making atsumu whine out. “HEY! THE HELL WAS THAT FOR SAMU?!”

the grey-haired twin squinted his eyes and pointed at him with the broom.

“you sang the lyrics wrong, yOU UNCULTURED SWINE-”

➼ OOPS CUT THE CAMERAS DEADASS

➼ the inarizaki team didn’t really give a fuck at first, and assumed he probably ate his favourite fatty tuna early in the morning

➼ and finally not getting a stomach ache as an aftermath

➼ that would be a dream for atsumu

➼ buT tHEN, osamu smh damn you beautiful snitch said something about his blonde twin going out a week straight and was literally NEVER at home.

➼ they started to question what in the world was their setter doing

➼ the team even purposely invited the most prettiest girl in their school to their practice on thursday evening, just to see

➼ the girl was interested but atsumu wasn’t

➼ HE HAD A STRONG URGE TO YELL “I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!” TO HER FACE

➼ the girl literally CANNOT stop pestering him and its getting quite annoying jdhajsja

“come on, tsumu baby~” she teased, while atsumu furrowed his eyebrows, serving the ball right next to her face.

it landed on the floor, the girl had a shocked expression on her face. the team stared at them, blinking twice.

atsumu stood up straight and glared at her, pointing at her with his index finger. “don’t call me that anymore, i don’t like it.”

“what?! but i called you that before-”

he clicked his tongue and walked past her, grabbing the volleyball. “i said what i said. now shut yer filthy mouth.”

➼ THE TEAM WAS SHOOKETH DJAJSJ

➼ WHY WAS ATSUMU LIKE THIS? HE JUST STRAIGHT UP REJECTED HER??

➼ they cleared their throats and resumed their practice as usual, leaving the girl surprised and embarrassed in the bleachers LOOL

➼ every break, he would go on his phone and start smiling and chuckling to himself

➼ whenever the team bring up about girls, he would shake it off with a “nah,”

➼ then the team started placing the puzzles together on their own finally and took their time to ask him the next week

➼ because HE was anticipating your arrival

➼ he talked to his coach personally about you getting the manager spot

➼ which coach kurosu and coach tarou didn’t mind at all

➼ usually they do because most of the people who wanted that spot was always a fan of the twins or the volleyball team

➼ and not someone who actually KNOWS volleyball by heart, apparently it’s you

➼ i learned a lot more in haikyuu than in pe THATS JUST STRAIGHT UP FACTS

➼ but because of atsumu wasn’t the one to choose somebody that isn’t worth the place, they let it slide without a second thought

➼ AND THEN YOUR FIRST DAY STARTED!!

➼ you were abit nervous, i mean who wouldn’t? you had been with kuroo and kenma for 10 years, you had never even thought on changing schools. YET HERE WE ARE

➼ the whole day, your new classmates were hogging you to the point that you literally cannot even SEE where atsumu was

➼ you didn't even know why

➼ but you, being the friendly girl you are, decided to let them do whatever they want

➼ until lunch came by

➼ HOMEBOY LITERALLY SCREAMED OUT YOUR NAME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BIG ASS CAFETERIA AFTER BUMPING INTO HIM

➼ he was about to glare at the person but once he realised its you, his look immediately softened and grinned widely

“watch where you’re goin- SWEETS! i’ve been lookin’ everywhere for ya!”

you sighed in embarrassment as his team and the whole cafeteria glanced at the both of you. you dusted your skirt off.

you took his hovering hand for you to get up from your butt on the floor.

“atsu-”

he was still grinning at you like a lost puppy, which made your heart melt. “yes?” you sighed, he definitely knew it.

“i’m hungry. i’m going to get some food.” you flicked his forehead, making him whine loudly before walking away.

➼ and that was when the team knew about you, and your first impression for them was GOLD.

- ̗̀➛ ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ miyagiri ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

my first hc fic kinda skek 😳😳

#miya atsumu #atsumu #inarizaki #inarizaki high #atsumu hc #atsumu headcannons #tsumu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader

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