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[dietmimo]

Did I mention that even tho I was sick I was busy? Busy making notebook designs that is >:3c

3D models made by @/foxclover_art on IG! ❤️

And yes, there is going to be a JDJ notebook restock 🎉🎉🎉

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Reader x Rafe. They have been dating for about 2-3 months and have been intimate, but it’s always been on the rough side. This very day, Reader is doing something sweet/ thoughtful for Rafe “cus she thought about him” and it just melts his heart, and he realizes he is in love with her. So he makes love to her and is really really sweet. Hehe xx

𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

warnings: smut, mdni, p in v, sweetheart reader, like one use of the name baby, unedited

a/n: wooo I��m getting back in my grind. anyways I loved his request so much it was so sweet ugh.

MASTERLIST

dividers by @/plutism and @/xurengu0

Rafe was always rough. That was a fact. And you didn’t mind it. But today was the day you saw a change in him.

He’s out on a business trip, you’re sitting on the bed, making a bracelet for him that, waiting for him to come back any minute now. You looked up from the strings in front of you and at the clock, then picked up your phone. Nothing new.

You just sighed and continued to finish the bracelet, glancing up at the clock every once in a while. Finally, you held it up in front of you. It had both of your initials on beads on it, along with a little heart bead in the middle. You smiled at it.

Even if you felt like he probably wouldn’t wear it, you would.

You heard the door open, and you jumped at the noise.

“Y/n?” He shouted from downstairs. You pocketed the bracelet, practically running down the stairs. He was putting down his stuff when you came running to him, jumping into his arms. He laughed, patting your back with a smile, he moved to kiss you on the lips, his hands grabbing your face.

“Missed you too.” He remarked, you rolling your eyes and leaning in to kiss him again. It had only been a few weeks and yet, it felt like years.

“I made you dinner.” You beamed up at him when you pulled away, hands on his neck. He nodded. “Let me put this shit up real quick and I’ll be down, yeah?” He said, you nodding and getting off of him, and going into the kitchen.

You put the food onto two plates, putting them onto the table. You began to eat, scrolling through your phone a bit as you waited. He finally came downstairs, in nothing but his grey sweatpants on his hips. You quirked an eyebrow as he hopped into the chair opposite of you.

“Mm. This is good.” He murmured after taking a bite, looking at you. You smiled at him, both of you eating while he talked about his trip and you talked about what you did while he was gone. You both talked even after the food was gone, just sitting back and laughing with each other.

You both stood up, and went into the bedroom. You both cuddled on the bed when you suddenly remembered the bracelet you made.

“Oh! Also, I uh…” you reached into your pocket, fishing for the bracelet. You grabbed it and pulled it out with a smile. “Made this for you.“ you held it out for him. He took it, examining it. “You don’t have to wear it, I guess, I just got bored and I thought about you. But-“

“No, no, no, no,” he stopped you. “I love it.” He smiled at it. He put the bracelet on his wrist, tightening it with the strings. “It’s nice.” He said. And fuck, it tugged at his heart strings. That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for him.

He finally turned his head up to you, looking at you with a soft smile. “I love it.” He told you. Your smile widened, feeling relieved that he didn’t hate it.

“C’mere.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss you. His hand caressed the back of your head, and you let out a low moan when he slid his tongue into your mouth.

He moved so that he was now hovering on top of you, his lips still connected to yours. Your hands gripped his face, his on your sides.

You both pulled away, slightly out of breath when Rafe told you something you never quite thought you’d ever hear him say.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened in shock, mouth going agape. “I…love you too.” You replied.

His hands went to your shorts, taking them off and throwing them somewhere on the floor. His rough lips were against your soft skin, gently sucking and kissing your neck.

You had a hand on the back of his head, his free hand below him shoving off his sweatpants and boxers. His cock was pulsing, the tip red and spilling out pre-cum. He pulled away from you, lips just above yours as he looked down.

He ran his cock up and down your pussy, you letting out a moan when it hit your clit with pressure. He smiled at your noises, looking back at you. He collected your juices on his cock, before slowly lining himself up with your entrance.

You cried out his name and he let out a groan, your arms wrapped around his body, nails digging into his skin as you breathed heavily against the boy.

He looked down at you, kissing your forehead. He wasn’t rough with you this time. He was being sweet, gentle.

He let you adjust to his size, waiting until you nodded until he slowly started to move. His cock slowly pushed against your walls, his hands moved to yours, lacing your fingers with his as he pushed in and out of you, his mouth agape.

His thrusts were slower, while still hitting deep. It was heaven.

“I love you.” He repeated, his hips meeting yours again. “Missed you… so fucking much.” He breathed out after, eyes boring into yours, looking at your face, memorizing every detail, listening to every sound that escaped your pretty lips.

“I got the… sweetest fucking girl on the island, don’t I?” He asked with a crooked smile. You looking back up at him, his words bringing you only closer and closer to that feeling.

His hands went down to your clit, you arching your back and letting out a moan. He rubbed slow circles on the button, you throwing your head back against the pillow.

You felt the pressure build up in your stomach, and he felt you clench down on him. He leaned down, kissing you again.

“Rafe.” You cried out.

“I know, I know baby. Cum for me.” He muttered, that was all you needed for the band to snap. You moaned out his name, and he let out a groan. He came inside of you, his seed painting your walls.

He sighed, pulling out and leaning his forehead against yours.

You started to giggle, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. “What?”

“I love you so much.”

[httpdwaekki]

movie night | s.c. ft b.c.

summary: after a rough day all you wanted was a movie night with your favorite boys, but when they forget it feels like you’re world is crumbling.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: hurt/comfort, fem!reader, gendered terms of endearment (sweet girl, baby girl, etc.), crying, meltdown.

a/n: i kinda got lost in the sauce w this one but week three wooo!!! don’t forget to check out @straykeedz versions!!! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

(i tense switch alot during this, i wrote it half asleep most of the time, i’ll edit it eventually lmao)

my library | bee’s vers | bee | binnie month | fundraiser

(pictures not mine! credit to owners!)

you were having a terrible day, nothing was going right and the only thing keeping you from completely breaking down was the movie night you had planned with your boyfriends.

8 o’clock came and you were all set up in your living room with snacks, blankets and of course wolf chan and dwaekki. you were sat on the couch, barely containing your excitement for the night ahead.

but then 8:15 came and you were still sat there alone, and then 8:20 you decided to send them a gentle reminder.

from sweet girl <3:

hi my loves, i’m all set up for movie night whenever you guys are ready 🖤

but 8:30 rolled around and then 9:00 and by that point you had sent several texts

from sweet girl <3:

i’m assuming you guys are still at the studio, just let me know when you’re on your way! love you guys 🖤

it’s getting kinda late, i hope everything’s okay, love you both very much 🖤🖤

i hope everything’s okay, but it’s getting late so i’m heading to bed, we can do movie night another night, goodnight my loves

now it’s 10:00, you had a terrible day and now the one thing you were looking forward to fell through, you were defeated. at your last texts you moped into your room needing nothing more than your warm bed and comfort movie.

luckily you had already put the snacks away after an hour of waiting realizing they probably forgot. once cozy in bed, you put monsters inc on your tv and pulled the two stuffies to your chest.

it was at this point the realization of what happened hit and you couldn’t stop the breakdown that followed. tears streaming down your face, breathing terribly uneven, and incoherent words falling from your mouth.

“they- they forgot about me.” you whimpered, hugging the plushies impossibly closer to you. the hoodie from changbin that usually helps calm you down, was now just a painful reminder of the two missing people.

you ripped the article of clothing off in an attempt to calm yourself, throwing it across the room. you settled back into the soft mattress, placing the gray and pink plushes to the side, opting for your soft blanket to calm yourself.

luckily after a few minutes your comfort movie had worked it’s magic and you felt yourself relax enough to finally fall into dreamland, tears drying against your skin as you slept.

unbeknownst to you, your boys were scrambling 15 minutes away in the studio. the producers had a habit of locking up their phones during their working hours to limit distractions but unfortunately that caused them to also forget about the plans they made with their favorite girl.

“oh fuck, hyung we gotta go, like now.” changbin shot up out of his chair once he realized the time. they were supposed to be at your apartment 2 hours ago to start movie night. “huh? what, what happened, what’s wrong?” trying to figure out what could’ve pulled such a reaction from the younger boy.

“look at the time,” he points to the time to emphasize his statement. “oh fuck,” the older of the two’s eyes goes as wide a saucers, whipping his head to the former. “we were supposed to be there 2 hours ago.” bin nods his head before moving to shut everything down.

“okay, okay, relax bin, let me save everything, you pack everything up then we can leave, okay?” changbin nods, realizing he’s right, this will all be completely in vain if they lost everything they were working on.

in the midst of gathering their items, changbin finally looks at his phone where he finds all the messages you sent, the last one being sent 15 minutes ago. he quickly texts out a response, hoping you hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

from binbin <3:

princess we’re so so sorry, we got caught up in work, we’re packing and heading to you now. we love you so so much baby. 🩷🩷

he puts his nail in his mouth, gnawing on it anxiously as his leg shakes. after saving all the files and shutting everything down, chan turns back to find a very anxious changbin staring at his phone.

he makes his way next to him, placing his hand on the shaking leg. “hey, what’s going on?” he asks gently. changbin looks up, unshed tears line his soft eyes. “she texted us 11 times.” his breathes, shaking his head, showing him the phone screen.

“and we ignored every single one of them. what if she was hurt? what if something happened? we would’ve never known” he rambles, sending himself further into a spiral.

“hey, hey,” he gently grabs the younger’s cheek, “she’s safe, she’s home in bed asleep,” his thumb slowly stroking his cheek, soothing the anxious man. “we’re going to her now, everything will be okay, okay?” bin nods his head, closing his eyes, letting a stray tear or two run down his cheek.

chan wipes the tears before placing a soft, loving kiss to his temple. “okay, let’s go see our girl.” chan smiles, grabbing his hand pulling him up with him.

once they made it to your apartment (not without breaking a few traffic laws), they let themselves in with the spare key you made them. quickly discarding their shoes, practically running to your room but not without missing the wrapped up snacks in your kitchen or the discarded blanket pile on your couch.

changbin pauses, guilt clutching his heart as he sees your discarded preparations. “come on.” chan quietly ushers, pointing to your room with a quick movement of his head. bin is quick to follow, needing to see you as soon as possible.

chan opens your door, finding a sleeping lump in the middle of your bed and none other than monsters inc playing softly on the screen. that alone told them everything they needed to know but then the thrown hoodie on the floor and two plushies laying next to you instead of clutched to your chest?

they knew they messed up, big time. bin went to rush to you, to wake you up and apologize profusely but chan stops him. “hold on, you might scare her.” bin nods understanding that even though he means well, you were in a very fragile mental state.

the older man carefully sits on the side of your bed, placing a hand to your shoulder. it was only then did he catch a glimpse of the tears stains dried to your chubby cheeks. his breath hitches, causing changbin to look after, catching sight of the same thing, his eyes filling with tears once more.

chan holds out his hand to give him a quick squeeze and a kiss before turning back to the problem at hand. he lays his chin on your shoulder, softly rubbing your arm to coax you awake.

“sweet girl,” he whispers, placing kisses to your shoulder, trying to wake you up as softly as possible. “wake up baby girl.” you slowly come back to consciousness, realizing that there was someone touching you.

you would have been scared if you didn’t recognize the familiar aussie voice. chan sits back as he feels you stir, bin coming to sit beside him, placing a hand to your thigh.. you turn to find your boys looking at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen.

you feel the familiar sting behind your eyes but you quickly rub your eyes, masking your tears. “hi” your voice quiet, sleep lacing your voice. “hi sweetheart.” the aussie coos, “hi bunny.” bin whispers, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs soothing him you.

“we’re sorry baby, we completely lost track of time, and we put our phones away so we didn’t see you texted, we’re just- really sorry bubba.” you nod, willing your tears away before you spoke.

“it’s okay, i understand.” you say lowly, fidgeting with the soft material to keep your composure. but try as you might the two boys knew you all too well.

“no it’s not,” bin finally speaks, causing you to catch a glimpse of him. two streaks shine on his soft cheeks against the glow of the tv, caught your eye. you sit up, moving chan, attempting to reach changbin.

“it’s not okay, we knew we had plans with you today, and not only did we miss it, we ignored you-” you cut him off with a kiss, your hand coming to wipe the wet streaks away. you pull away, your own tears making their way down your chubby cheeks.

“i am upset, but i’m not mad. i just had a bad day and this was the one thing i was looking forward to and it was just the final straw.” pause, sniffling as chan grabs the hand still in your lap.

“i was inconsolable and your hoodie and the stuffies just felt like a reminder of my bad day.” you look down, your hand falling from the soft man’s cheek to your lap, where he grabs your hand. you hear a sniffle, cause your head to shoot up where you find them both with wet streaks on their cheeks.

your lip wobbles as you see your boys upset, you shake your head frantically. before you can even open your mouth, chan shakes his head before moving behind you, pulling you to his chest. binnie moves to sit in chan’s previous position, placing a soothing hand on your thigh.

“do not apologize, you did nothing wrong, us being upset or missing movie night is not your fault, nor is it your problem to fix.” he whispers in your ear, rubbing your soft tummy. your lip wobbles again, dropping your head into your hands as you sob.

bin moves to wrap his arms around you, bringing you to him as best he could with you against chan. they knew you were upset and the best thing for you was to let you cry it out as heart wrenching as your sobs are.

they just hold you as you calm down, binnie rubbing your back, placing kisses to your temple. chan rubbing your tummy, placing kisses to your shoulder.

you pull away once you feel calm enough, wiping your tears as you sniffle. “thank you, both of you, i love you both more than you know.” you give bin a kiss first before turning around as best you could, doing the same to chan.

“come on, let’s get you to sleep, we’ll talk more in the morning, sweet girl, okay?” he pats your tummy, waiting for you to nod your head before moving the blankets to give you space in the middle of the bed. you carefully move over, shivering as you land on the cold side of the mattress.

both boys get up, chan rounding the bed to get to the other side while binnie goes to grab his discarded hoodie. he makes it back to your side as chan sits on the edge of the bed.

“sit it up for me quick bunny. “ he says, kneeling on the bed, scrunching the fabric. you sit up, lifting your arms so he can slip the familiar fabric over your head. once you slide your hands through the sleeves, the hood covering a part of your face.

you give him a cheesy smile before shooting out to wrap your arms around him. he wraps his arms around your shoulders, placing a big kiss to your hood covered head. “mwah!” he plops down next to me, getting comfy under the blankets.

you adjust the hoodie a bit before leaning against the plush pillows. chan lifts up the two stuffies, placing them to your chest, wrapping your arm around them. you smile once again, rolling over to place a big kiss on his cheek.

once you settle back into the bed, they both wrap their arms around you, making you feel safe and secure. “good night bubba, we love you,” chan whispers in your ear before placing a loving kiss to your soft cheek. “so so much bunny.” binnie finishes, placing a kiss to your other cheek.

you melt right into their arms. you get comfortable, turning on your side to face binnie, laying your head on his chest, grabbing chan’s arm to stay around you. “i love you both too, more than you know.” you mumble, placing a kiss to bin’s pec and chan’s hand.

you all melt into each other, relaxing slowly as sleep welcomes you, the soft sounds of monsters inc playing as you all lay peacefully in each other’s arms.

[sojutrait]

PREGGERS after work ronnie took a pregnancy test and it was positive WOOO (not an accident baby this time yall im learning see)

they then moved into a bigger house (still in evergreen harbor)

THEN.... yall idek what happened. her bff emilee was over then randomly ronnie got jealous SO ??? SOME FLIRTING HAPPENED I ASSUME?? so now she has the jealous trait 😭😭

so now she's pregnant. mad as hell. with massive bazoongas.

[vngelicc]

⊹₊ ⋆ “he love how i ride it, hop on that dick i make him get excited,”

TAGS — dilf!jk, riding, creampie, dirty talk, slight fingering (brief lol), reader’s a soft good girl, praise kink(?), brief masturbation (male), jk is obsessed with his bby, riding it good wooo, reader’s like a shy good girl uwu, nasty flip-flopping sex, daddy kink to the MAX, she’s subby but kinda bratty, jk has a high sex drive LMAO, mentions of future pregnancy at the end

WORD COUNT — 1.9 k

Jungkook’s insatiable when it comes to you–even more now that you two started sleeping with each other. You didn’t mind at first until you realized it was a bit harder to keep up with him and his high sex drive. He fucked like a man on death row, like he was never going to see you again or something. You were left fucked out but positively bruised.

How Hani hasn’t walked in on you two yet is still a mystery to you with the amount of times you two go at it. If you were down in the kitchen, Jungkook had you on the counter spread out within seconds of walking in. Watching a movie with Jungkook? That won’t last long, you’re lucky if you even get to see the beginning of it. It gets worse when Hani says she’s going out for the day (he will NOT let you out of his sight at all).

Needless to say you weren’t complaining about the situation, you were just as needy as Jungkook was.

“Hey baby.” Jungkook pops his head into your room with a tiny smile, “What you up to?”

You stopped typing on your laptop and spun around in your chair to greet him with a soft hum, “Finishing up this essay, ‘s due by the end of the week.” You mumble and look down to see him holding something from behind the door, “What you got there?”

“A snack for my hard-working girl.” He grins and steps in, holding up the piping hot bowl of ramen that instantly has your mouth watering. “Figured you could use something since you’ve been cooped up in here for days now baby.” He makes his way over and sets the food on the side table.

“Thank you.” You shyly reply and take his hands in yours, “You’re the best..” Jungkook squeezes your hands gently, “How was your day? I didn’t see you when I came home from class.” You run your thumb over his knuckles tenderly.

“Boring without you baby. Had you on my mind the entire time.” He grins mischievously, and you already know where this is heading. “Couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout your pretty little lips and sweet little noises.” He slips one of his hands up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking over your soft pillowy lips.

Your eyes flutter coyly and you lean into his touch, “..missed you too.” You mumble out and let your eyes drop down to his chest where the top two buttons sit unbuttoned, “Missed you lots.” You breathily whisper out.

Jungkook must notice how glazed over your eyes look because he smiles at you deviously and chuckles quietly, “Yeah baby? You were thinkin’ bout daddy too?” He says as he tugs your chair and makes it roll over in front of him, “Tell me what you were thinking about sweetheart.”

“You. Wanted to..wanted you daddy,” you softly mewl, “didn’t like how we couldn’t finish this morning, you left me hanging daddy.” You press your thighs together, rubbing them slowly as a soft pout forms on your lips.

Jungkook licks his lips hungrily, “Baby’s upset she didn’t get to cum in the morning? Didn’t I make you cum two times before that baby? What a greedy girl I got, needs more than my fingers in her slutty little pussy.” He smacks your thighs apart, “Open up for me, don’t be a brat.”

You whine quietly and let your thighs fall open for him, shivering when he slides his hand up, “Daddy…it-it isn’t fair! Y-You said that you will always make me cum however many times I want.” You yelp when he smacks your inner thigh.

“Don’t get mouthy with me baby, where did my sweet girl go? You’ll take what I give you won’t you baby?” He says as his eyes narrow, “Unless you’re being a bad girl?”

Your heart beats faster and you shake your head vehemently, “I’m not a bad girl daddy, ‘m a good girl.”

“Then act like it.” Jungkook pulls back and stands, “Since my baby’s so desperate for my cock why don’t you prep yourself, get you nice and stretched with your fingers. Go on,” he sits on your bed, legs wide apart as he man spreads and leans back.

A small whimper threatens to escape your throat as you watch him, you can feel your mouth salivating as drool threatens to slip past your lips. “Go on.” He nods, “Don’t keep me waiting.” With that you reach down to slip your cotton shorts down your thighs, your panties come down with them but you let them dangle around one ankle as you bring your knees up on the chair, spreading your legs wide as your pussy’s out for his pleasure.

“There you go baby,” Jungkook darkly mutters as he unbuckles his own slacks, “touch yourself for me.” He licks his lips.

A shudder runs through your body, goosebumps erupting all over your body as you shyly bring your hand down to part your slicked up pussy lips. He groans low when you show off your puckered up hole shiny with slick, he’s got his own cock out of his boxers, hand steadily stroking himself. “Look at you,” he sighs, “so messy.”

You let your fingers dip low at your hole, you tease yourself a tiny bit by slipping the tip of your finger in before you slip it back out and circle them around your clit. You softly moan his name and repeat your actions from before a few more times until your pussy is slicked up and dripping. “Go on baby, slip ‘em inside and get yourself ready for my cock.” He purrs.

“Daddy.” You whine out and curl your fingers as you stuff your pussy full with your ring and middle finger. “Don’t wanna stretch myself out, wanna have you inside already.” You let your head loll back as you speed your fingers up with a quiet whine.

Slicked up noises filled the space between you, slick dribbles down between your ass cheeks and on to the desk chair. Your fingers are soaked and your poor clit throbs from lack of attention. This wouldn’t be happening if Jungkook wasn’t making you tease yourself. “Daddy please,” you whimper, “wanna ride you.”

“Yeah baby? Gonna do all the work and let daddy lay there while you use my cock to get off?” Jungkook groans as he speeds up his movements, “Fuck, get over here baby. Sit on my cock,” he slides the rest of his pants right off, “c’mon.�� He coos.

You eagerly let your fingers slip out and you make your way over to him, happily climbing over as you crawl up the bed and over his lap. “Please daddy,” you beg softly and settle on to his lap nicely.

“Go on, you know what to do baby.” Jungkook smacks one of your ass cheeks, “Show me you’re my good girl.” He grins.

You grip the base of his cock with one hand and lift your hips up to position your pussy over the head of his cock, “So fucking wet,” he mumbles and watches with hooded eyes, “like that baby, there you go.” He bites his lip.

Your lips part in a silent moan as you slowly inch yourself downwards on his cock, the stretch is a bit painful but not by much. When you sit fully on his lap you’re eager to have your way with him right off the bat. You set your hands on his chest for balance and begin grinding your hips in slow sensual motions.

“Shit.” Jungkook grunts as his head falls back on the pillow, “ ‘s good, pussy so warm and wet ‘round my cock. Got you drippin’ all over me.” He rolls his hips upward as if he wants to slip in deeper somehow.

The shift has you whining and grinding down on him harder, his cock just presses up against all your sweet spots just right. You can feel stars bursting behind your eyelids as you lean your head back.

“Daddy,” you whimper out and grind faster, “please—feels so good, can feel it here,” you set a hand over your lower abdomen, “so deep.” Your words come out slurred.

Jungkook cusses under his breath when you hears you talk like that, “Oh fuck baby,” he whispers, “look at you, desperate little thing you are. You like the way my cock fills you baby? Fills you up just right don’t it?” He runs his hands over your soft cheeks before he smacks both hard and jiggles them in his hands.

You nod your head rapidly, muffling your own whimpers as you begin bouncing in his lap. His cock strikes your g-spot with every bounce, your thighs shake and loud smacks fill the entire room. The sounds you two make are fucking filthy—wet, messy, hot—the bed frame begins rocking into the wall.

“Daddy please,” you bring his hands up to wrap around your waist, “ ‘m getting tired, can’t do it anymore.” You whimper out as your bouncing comes to a stop. You lay down on top of him, idly grinding back and forth.

“You want daddy to fuck you sweetheart? Need me to take over and fuck you so good?” Jungkook moans as he turns his face to hide in your neck, peppering kisses all over.

“Please.” You whisper back and turn to slot your lips against his in a sloppy little kiss.

Jungkook sighs into the kiss and readjusts his grip on your waist before he begins fucking up into your battered pussy. Loud fopping noises resonate as he fucks you like a animal. You bury your hands in his hair and grip it tightly as he plows you from below.

“Baby,” he moans out, “feels so fucking good, gripping me so tight.” He whispers in your ear over the loud squelching noises your pussy makes when his cock slams into you over and over again.

“Mm..! T-There, right there,” you beg softly and meet him thrust for thrust, “gonna cum daddy.” You reach behind to move one of his hands, “Want you to touch me here daddy.” You tug it towards your aching clit.

Jungkook growls low and his thumb immediately finds your clit, rubbing the tender bud side to side rapidly. His hips smack into your ass over and over as he sends you hurtling towards your much awaited orgasm.

“J-Jungkook..!” You cry out and stiffen, your back arches and hips raise as you cum hard all over him and his stupidly perfect cock. “S-So good,” you gasp out.

He grabs your ass tight with one hand as he continues fucking into you until he’s coming too. “Shit baby,” he gasps and rolls his hips slowly, “shit..” He chuckles breathily and lays there blinking slowly, “Made a mess.”

You lay tiredly on him and bury your face in his neck, “Mm..” Your drained, that fucking really took the life out of you, “I didn’t get to eat my ramen.” You mumble out.

“Let’s clean up and take a nap, yeah baby? You worked too hard today on your essay, take some time off.” Jungkook whispers and presses a kiss to your temple. You nod to his words and head over to the bathroom together.

You miss the telltale signs of your watch that sits on your dresser beeping, next to it lies your open pack of birth control, something you completely forget about even after the nap, and then the day after that, and after that…

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[janahanooo]

*casually drops episode 7 of the sitcom au* Heeey guys!

Season 1 Episode 7 [Summer is fun] Final of season 1

Yuu: okay, let's go over it again.

Yuu: for the first week-

Leona: khm.

Yuu: ...month... I'll be living with Leona, then next month, Vil and then at the end of summer with Malleus. Is that good for everyone?

Malleus: quiet sad that I'll be the last one that you spend your summer with child of man, but I'm happy you'll come to Briar Valley.

Vil: I just hope that cat doesn't do anything to you while you're with him...

Malleus: ....great point Schoenheit.

Leona: HEY!

Yuu: if you keep on agruing, I'm not going anywhere near you guys for the rest of our lives.

The boys: .... nooo Yuu we love you

Yuu: heh. Sometimes, I forget that we really are in a relationship and that you guys love me

Leona: Herbiviour, if you're gonna dump trauma on us, you know we'll cling onto you even more

Vil: and that's a promise

Yuu: ...cool.

Yuu: summer baby! Wooo!

Leona: hold on now, let's go unpack your things then I can take you to a beach

Yuu: best summer ever!

Leona: then you could spend the whole summer here... just sayin'

Yuu: you big jelly lion, I love you but unfortunatelly for you I also love my other boyfriends

Leona: tch... fine or whatever... Come on, I'll buy you ice cream on the way to the beach

Vil: you look... beautiful my love

Yuu: ... you can laugh, I won't get mad just annoyed *got sun burned in Sunset Savannah* *looks like a tomato*

Vil: I would never do such thing... pfft...

Yuu: just laugh now, and I won't punch you later

Vil: come on love, pfft- L- let's get you some sun screen and some summer clothes- Hahaha!

Yuu: you're lucky I love you...

Malleus: so, how was the summer? Did you have fun?

Yuu: *is no longer sun burned but tanned* *has expensive clothes on them "thanks to" vil*

Yuu: yeah, but now I just want to cuddle and relax with my cold-blodded bf!

Malleus: if that's what you wish for love... *chuckle*

Yuu: hmm? What is it?

Malleus: nothing, just it makes me happy that you can still enjoy spending time with me, even though we are doing nothing.

Yuu: oh you silly dragon, I love spending time with each one of you, no matter what we are doing. Love is love no matter how you look at it.

Malleus: *chuckle* I suppose you're right

[pedrospatch]

bailé con mi ex l (javier peña x female reader)

summary: After a night out at the club with your friends, you confess to Javier that you danced with your ex-boyfriend and he doesn’t take the news too well.

pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. Protective, jealous and slightly possessive Javi, he is a lil toxic, but just a smidge I promise; innocent-ish reader; angst, bits of fluff sprinkled in here and there. Not proofread for spelling, sorry!

word count 2.2k

a/n 📝 wooo, Vee finally popped her Javi cherry. testing the waters with this one, I also have a couple prompts from a while back to still write. it is based on a Becky G song, yes I know she and this song did not exist back in the day (I think? Idk what year she was born tbh) but ANYWAY I just really like the lyrics and plus it’s fiction so who cares lmao. Translations at the end ✨

Tú no me creerás, pensarás que hay algo más

es difícil de entenderlo, pero no sería capaz de enganãrte

y si te lo cuento

es porque tengo muy claro lo que siento

It was half past one o’ clock in the morning—you had told Javier you’d be home by midnight at the very latest. But a night out at one of the more popular clubs in Bogotá celebrating a close friend’s birthday meant that none of the girls were going to allow you to leave that early without giving you some kind of shit about it, so you had stayed just a little while longer and tossed back another drink or two before finally calling it a night. Your friends still gave you grief about it, but knowing Javier, he would be worried, especially since cartel violence in the region had begun to escalate over the last several months, worsening to the point where Javi didn’t even like you going out to the produce market all by yourself in broad daylight.

You tried to be as quiet as possible as you pulled your keys out from your purse, fumbling around with them in the dark until you’d finally found the right one to unlock the front door of yours and Javier’s shared apartment. You slipped inside and the moment that you did, the lights flipped on, causing you to whirl around and let out a startled little yelp. 

You turned to see Javier standing there, fully dressed in his jeans and a tight red button up shirt with his set of car keys clutched in hand. “Javi,” You breathed out his name as your hand flew to your chest. You shot him a glare. “Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me! What in the world are you doing? Why are you dressed—do you have any idea what time it is right now?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is right now?” Javier retorted, raising an eyebrow at you. Part of him seemed to be upset, but the other part of him seemed more relieved than anything. He tossed his keys down onto the small, hallway table and walked over to you, taking your face between his large hands as he kissed your forehead. He let his lips linger on your skin as he reminded you, “You told me you would be home by midnight, amor. You can’t tell me that and then come home almost two hours later. You know how bad things are out there right now. You could have at least called me to let me know you’d be late.”

“I’m sorry, I know. It’s just that the girls were shoving shot glass after shot glass right into my hands and time just got away from me,” You said, placing both of your hands right over his. Your eyes met his dark brown ones and you flashed him a sincere, apologetic look. “I’m really sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t mean to make you worry, Javi.”

He sighed. “Well, you’re home safe now. That’s all that matters to me.” Javier dropped his hands from your face and led you into the living room. “Can I get you anything, baby? Are you thirsty?”

“Actually, I’d love a glass of water,” You admitted, kicking off your black, high heeled shoes before dropping down onto the supple, brown leather couch. You watched him as he padded over into the kitchen. “I didn’t get as drunk as I thought I would, you know.” You added jokingly, “I think my tolerance for tequila is through the roof now.”

Javi laughed as he pulled a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets; he then filled it with water from the jug he’d pulled out of the refrigerator. “But you still had fun, right?”

“God, I had so much fun,” You told him with a grin. “I danced all night, Javi.”

“With who?” He’d asked the question casually, but you could detect the seriousness behind it. 

Your smile faded slightly.

At first, you hadn’t planned to tell him. But Javier was the love of your life, and you would never dare to keep any kind of secret from him.

Still, you knew he wouldn’t be all too happy with what you were about to confess.

Javier walked back over to you, handing you the glass of water. He frowned, noticing the hesitant expression on your face. “What is it?” He placed his hands on his hips, peering at you curiously. “You didn’t dance with any guys, did you?”

“Just one,” You admitted, softly. 

Javier froze a moment, his shoulders going rigid. 

“What?” Through gritted teeth, he demanded to know, “Who?”

The moment your ex boyfriend’s name fell from your lips, the color drained from Javier’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Setting the glass down on the table beside the couch, you quickly jumped up and held up your hands in defense. “Wait a minute, before you get mad about it, just let me explain—”

“What the hell is there to explain?” Javier nearly growled at you. “That you went to some nightclub and danced with another man? One who happens to be your fucking ex-boyfriend? Es en serio?”

You went up to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Javi, please. Just wait one second—”

He snatched his arm away. “Don’t touch me!”

Your heart sank and you backed away. “Really? You’re not even going to let me explain myself?”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Javier replied coolly. His eyes flickered up and down, giving you a quick once over from head to toe. “I would have never thought that you would be such a—”

Javier stopped himself, knowing all too damn well that he was far too angry to think clearly before letting anything come out of his mouth.

But it was too late.

He could see the hurt that flashed in your eyes. 

“Such a what?” You crossed your arms over your chest, the blood in your veins running frigid. You then raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Such a whore?”

“I didn’t say fucking that,” he muttered, averting your gaze.

Blinking back the tears that burned your eyes, you roughly shoved past him and went straight into the bathroom. Trembling, you began looking for a clean washcloth so that you could start taking off your makeup.

The sound of the front door slamming violently just a minute or two later caused you to wince.

Certain that Javier was gone, you sank down onto the cold white tile and began to sob.

A couple of hours later into the early morning, you were sitting on your bed in nothing but one of Javier’s shirts. 

You had cried and cried, releasing your emotions until your eyes had gone dry.

You’d hoped Javier would come right back home and talk things out with you, but by the time four o’ clock rolled around, you had given up on that hope. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you were just about to reach out and switch off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed when you heard the sound of the front door opening and then closing. 

You swallowed harshly as the sound of his footsteps approaching drew closer and closer.

Javier walked into the bedroom, looking surprised to see you sitting there, still awake at this hour. He spoke in a cold tone that let you know he was still upset with you. “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

Even from where he stood, you could smell the heavy stench of cigarettes and scotch all over him.

“I was waiting up for you,” You murmured, quietly.

Javier kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and let out a long sigh. He said nothing else to you as he kicked off his tan boots and began shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it aside.

“Where were you?” You asked him, your small voice breaking through the silence. 

“I needed a drink,” he responded curtly with his back to you.

“We have drinks here, you know.”

“Yeah, well I needed something a lot stronger than what we’ve got.”

Finally, Javier had no choice but to turn around and face you.

The second he did, a fresh tear slipped down the side of your face.

Javier’s stomach sank deeply and the expression on his face immediately softened.

“Bebe—”

You lifted both your hands to your mouth, muffling a broken sob.

“Hell, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he walked over, taking a seat beside you on the bed. He reached for your wrists, gently tugging them away from your face. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so upset at you, alright?”

“Do you really think that of me? Do you think that I’m a—?” You’d said the word once, but couldn’t find it in yourself to utter it again.

“Of course I don’t, mi vida. I was just angry, I wasn’t even thinking.” He paused, noticing the way you were trembling and reached up to cradle the side of your face in his palm. “Put yourself in my shoes for a second. Wouldn’t you be angry at me if I came home from a late night at the club and told you I had danced with one of my exes?”

“Probably,” You admitted, feeling the envy boil in your lower belly as you thought about him holding another woman in his arms. “But I would have at least given you the chance to explain yourself. I mean, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Javi?”

Javier opened his mouth to speak, then clamped it shut.

He’d fucked up.

“Well?” You prompted him. “Answer me, Javier. Have I ever done anything to make you think that you can’t trust me?”

“No.” His hand dropped from your face. He spoke again, guilt lacing his tone. “You’ve never given me one single reason not to trust you.”

You let out a small, shaky sigh and brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “He was at the club with his friends tonight,” You began to explain to him. You noticed the way Javier stiffened slightly; although you knew he didn’t want to hear about how you had danced with your ex-boyfriend, you decided to continue on anyway. He needed to know. “He came up to me and he said hello. We had a drink together and then he asked me to dance with him.” Unable to help yourself, you let out a small breathy chuckle. “We danced to quite a few songs, actually. It was just like old times.”

Javier’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists.

Before he could say anything, you lifted one of your own hands to stop him. “He was a great guy, Javier. We had a good relationship, but it just didn’t work out. It wasn’t meant to be. When we broke up, it was amicable and we wished each other best and now, a couple years later, we both have the best. He’s with someone he loves and I’m with someone that I love too.” You offered him a tiny, watery smile. “I don’t have eyes or space in my heart for anyone else but you, Javier. Seeing him again and dancing with him tonight made me realize that I would never even dare to think about jeopardizing our relationship. I love you more than anything, and I would never do anything to betray you.” 

He stared at you, mouth agape.

Oh, he’d definitely fucked up.

Before meeting you, Javier had never been the kind of man to do relationships—because he’d never known how to do relationships. 

Before you’d walked into his life, all Javier knew was meaningless sex with escorts and informants, one night stands with coworkers—regardless of who he fucked, he had always been able to walk away the following morning without any sort of attachment. It’s what he wanted, or at least, it’s what he’d thought he wanted. 

And then Javier met you. 

You weren’t the type of woman who he’d normally set his sights on. You didn’t walk around almost naked like half the women in Colombia, you didn’t smoke, you rarely ever even cursed and only drank when your friends pressured you into it—you had this kind of sweet innocence written all over you, and normally Javier would never look twice at a woman like you because a woman like you looked for a boyfriend; not a fuck buddy and certainly not a one night stand.

Javier Peña had never been boyfriend material. 

He didn’t know how to be in a relationship.

At least not a healthy one. 

Even now, he struggled to be the partner that you deserved. He met your physical needs without a single problem, but your emotional needs were something of a challenge for him. Still, Javi loved you with every fiber of his entire being and he was more than willing to keep on trying to be the man you needed him to be in every way possible. 

“I’m sorry,” Javier murmured again after a while. He reached out, placing his hand on your bare thigh. “I am so sorry, baby. Perdoname, preciosa. Please.”

You placed your hand on top of his, giving him another little smile. “Of course I forgive you, Javi.”

Relieved, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. As he began to deepen the kiss, his hands reached out, tugging at the hem of his shirt were wearing.

“Javi, it’s four in the morning,” You giggled against his lips.

Javier chuckled. He pushed you back against the pillows and swung his leg over to climb on top of you. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

“True,” You grinned up at him before pulling him down towards you for another kiss.

;Translations

lyrics:

You might not believe me, you’ll think there’s something more

it’s difficult to understand, but I could never betray you

if I’m telling you this, it’s because I know exactly how I feel

fic:

amor - love

es en serio? - are you serious?

bebe - baby

mi vida - my life

perdoname, preciosa - forgive me, precious girl

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

I hate myself for this but... sigh, I can't help it. At least this one is soft and not angsty

Aaron Hitch x Dad Male Reader

Hotch has been having trouble moving on from Haley (maybe divorce?) Despite it being 2 years. Garcia decides to talk him into going on a few blind dates, one of which is a friend of hers from an online RPG. Hotch is reluctant but agrees, trusting Garcia with her taste in friends.

When Hotch arrives at the small restaurant and stares hes there for a reservation that Garcia set up, he's lead to Reader already waiting at a table. Garvia failed to mention that Hotch's blind date was a man and so he's caught off guard. Through the date, it's obvious Hotch and Reader are awkward until Hotch mentions his son. As it turns out, Reader is a single dad as well after his fiance walked out

They bond over being parents and agree to meet up again. So they do, multiple times. They even set up little get togethers between the kids

Hiya, sorry this has take me so long (actually I'm sorry all of my requests are taking me so long aha) but I hope you enjoy it, it was a really cute request! :)

Description: What is says on the tin, really aha

You watch a man approach you and you know its him. Garcia knows your taste in men well and you have no doubt she would have ensured that the date she picked out for you would be perfect.

He approached you awkwardly, seeing that you were the only individual who was on their own. "Are you here for a blind date?" He asked, cheeks tinting pink.

"Yeah, I'm (Y/N), are you Aaron?"

The man, Aaron, nods. He's awkward, which makes you awkward. He sits down, "I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting a-"

"Man?"

"Yeah,"

"I see... We, er, we don't have to do this, if you don't want to-" You rush out, already standing up.

"No, no, it's okay," He said, giving a small smile, sitting in the chair opposite you. "So, how do you know Garcia?"

"We play the same RPG, but we started talking on the forums and then eventually met up," You nod.

"RPG?" Aaron tilted his head, "That's role playing game, isn't it?"

You nod, grinning, "Yeah." Man, he was just too cute.

He nods as well, with a small smile.

Another minute passed in awkward silence. "So... Garcia mentioned you had a son?" You asked.

Aaron nods, a small smile already painting his face, "Yeah, Jack. He's just turned six."

"Oh, wow, my son's five," You nodded.

"You have a son?" Aaron asked, eyes widening slightly.

"Yeah, Ethan," You grinned. "His favourite thing at the minute is cars,"

"Jack's the same," Aaron said with a small laugh, "Cars and trains,"

"See, Ethan's not hopped on the train trend just yet," You laugh, "He's definitely on the dinosaur trend though,"

"Jack's not gone through that phase just yet,"

"Oh, cars and dinosaurs are all Ethan talks about," You smile.

After that, the rest of the meeting (*cough* date *cough*) went rather well, the initial awkwardness has dissolved and the pair of you stayed out late, talking about anything and everything. He now knew that Ethan's mother had left when he was still a baby, and you knew about the nasty divorce with his ex-wife Haley. You had even arranged a second meeting (read: 'date - sort of') where Jack and Ethan could meet each other the following week.

It was next week before you knew it. Ethan was so excited, practically bouncing off the walls.

"Are they here yet?!" Ethan asked, running in again.

"Bud, I've told you, I'll let you know when they're here-" You said with a small laugh, getting cut off by the doorbell ringing. "And it looks like they're now here,"

"Wooo!" Ethan cheered. "I can't wait to meet them,"

Ethan babbled as he followed you to the front door. "I'm sure Jack's just as excited to meet you," You grin. You really hoped the pair of them got along, you thought as you opened the front door.

"Hi," You breathed, seeing Aaron (that polo shirt on him? Damn).

"Hi," He replied. You grinned slightly, seeing the tips of his ears go pink.

"Hi! I'm Ethan!"

"I'm Jack!" Jack exclaims, equally excited.

"You wanna go play? My dad got me some new cars!"

"I love cars!" You smile as Ethan grabs Jack's hand and they both run off to go and play.

You turn to Aaron, "That looked like it went well,"

[sunny1616]

Ready

Rafe Cameron x pregnant reader

Summary: You're about to give birth to your twin boys.

Warnings: pregnancy

"Rafe!! I think my water broke!!" You were on the phone with Rafe while in the kitchen getting a snack when all of a sudden you felt wetness down your legs. On the other end of the line you heard nothing but silence.

"WHAT NOW?!... Okay. Thats completely fine. Wooo. Oh my god its happening!!" Rafe was freaking out on the other end trying to gather himself so he could figure out what to do next.

"Rafe! Dont freak out. We both planned for this. Now, im going to-"

"Skrew the plans!!! Go sit on the couch. Stay on the line and wait for me to come home!!"

"Babe, don't worry my bag is packed and im fine. I was just going to clean myself up and change into something else. Then I'll wait for you. I'll see you soon. Just drive safely!"

"*pant* Yea. *pant* Okay. You're right. *pant* We got this. *deep breathe* hang tight for 15mins I'm coming."

"Haha yeah, we got this. Be careful! Bye!"

You end the call, then find some paper towels to toss on the wet spots on the ground. Then you go into your closet and attached master bathroom to clean up and then decide to take a quick shower since you have the time. You then put on some wideleg sweatpants and a comfy stretchy t-shirt on to go on top of your belly.

You are sitting on the floor with all your things packed in your bags for a few days in the hospital. You're doing your final checks when you hear Rafe come in behind you. You twist around to greet him, but he reaches you quick hugging you and rubbing your belly while giving multiple kisses on your temple. You hold onto his arms keeping yourself in his embrace.

"Hey baby, how are you doing? Im sorry I didn't get here sooner. Traffic was crazy. Have you already finished packin? Did you shower?!" From his surprised features, you can clearly tell that this is not going the way he thought.

"Yeah, haha. My contractions are only 15 minutes apart, and I've only had 2 so far, so i thought that i could time my shower in between. Then I just put my clothes on. Im just double-checking all this stuff, i already know we have everything. All that's left is your stuff, and you getting ready. Then heading to the hospital!! Im excited!! But also nervous, haha." You take his silence as shock and relief and how great your doing.

"I'm glad you're all ready to go. I guess ill just change and get this stuff in the car. You just relax, ill do the rest. We'll be in the hospital right away." He then meets your lips with a kiss and gets up and heads to the closet.

"You don't need to rush! Hospital protocal usually says that we should go in when contractions are only 5mins apart. So we still have time! You can shower if you want!"

"You're amazing, you know that? I still say we go before it reaches that point since you're having twins!" He then pops out of the closet after changing and then picks up the packed luggage and carries it downstairs.

"True true. But baby, where's your stuff? i couldn't find it in the closet?" You say loudly so he can hear you from downstairs.

"It's already in the car. I've had my hospital bag in there for a few days now. Don't come downstairs yet! I'll come get you!" You roll your eyes at that. But are so happy that everything is happening at a smooth pace. You then go to get up to find your sweater and Rafe gets back upstairs and is at the door.

"Ready?" He smiles at you.

"More than ever!" You give him the biggest grin.

He then leads you down the stairs, which you admit feels safer with his since you can barely see the steps under your belly.

Rafe then gets you into the shotgun seat of the car and gives you a kiss. He gets around to the other side and starts driving to the hospital. You have a contraction on a red light. But a few handsqeezes with Rafe and controlled breathing exercises get you through.

Once at the hospital reception desk. The nurse explains the paper work and gets you into a wheelchair and helps you to your room.

You then change into your delivery attire and are set into the bed with all the monitors and equipment. This is very real now.

The doctor comes every 2hrs and after 10hrs finally notifies you about your progression and tells you to start pushing.

"You're doing so good, sweetie. One more, you got this!" He's right there by your side giving holding your hand and the back of your neck. During a push, he helps you reach a deeper crunch by supporting your back.

After what feels like hours of pushing. You finally get the first baby out.

Authors note: should i do a pt2? Ive written past this point 3 times now but everytime i save, my progress keeps vanishing!😫 I'll only do it if anyone wants lol. Otherwise i hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💗

[chweverni]

HOW I THINK _ bonedo 'n their love languages ! (pt.2)

pairing; ot6!bonedo x fem!reader synopsis; how would your adorable boyfriend(s) express their love for you? word count; 614 author's note; pt.2 is here!! wooo what are yall's thoughts on a taesan fic involving love potions? i got the idea a while back but idk if the commitment is there lmfaoo

read pt.1 here !

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KIM DONG HYUN - physical touch/gift giving & receiving !

ESFJs are.. interesting. when they're in love, every little thing their partners do, affect the way they judge their relationship. here, leehan would definitely be the one who's into physical affection a lot. for him, a day without your hugs and kisses, or cuddles right after waking up, is enough for him to jump into conclusions that maybe your day was bad, or that you had a nightmare. he'd do everything, in his favors to make your day better. leaving you in bed, with a forehead kiss, and going out of his way to bring you breakfast in bed is something i definitely think he'll do a lot! the type to be totally into pda because he desperately needs people to know that he has the most prettiest, cutest, sexiest, smartest and loving girlfriend on this entire planet!

think of gifts such as flowers, hand-made cards, CDs or cassettes, rings, things he made in art classes such as little pots, drawings, tickets to concerts or amusement parks, because he loves to spoil his babe a lot and would swim across oceans just to get you the things you like. and this would totally go both ways, too. you would exchange gifts whenever there's a special day you both would like to cherish together.

he'll probably get you hot water bags, chocolates, snacks and warm blankets when you're on your period and would check up on you frequently to make sure you're doing fine. he would give back rubs whenever you're having cramps, while you sleep helplessly on your bed.

"i made you this during pottery classes.. see the flowers here? they're real! i glazed them afterwards.", he'll say proudly, with his adorable eye smile.

you'd kiss him immediately right there and then, which he would return in a heartbeat.

KIM WOONHAK - quality time/physical affection !

another ENFP, who has an unhealthy obsession of being with and around you 24/7 because he just loves you a lot, he can't help it okay? for him, one second without you feels like eternity. you two spend every second together, being literally attached at the hip. the type to send you messages like, "i wish you lived next to me, so that whenever i wake up, i could just stick some notes in my window, wishing you good morning, hoping you'd see them.", knowing that you'd have to literally run out of your house to reach school on time if that happened. he's the one who yaps a lot in the relationship, while all you can do is either listen with full interest, or feed into his interests by asking him more. and if you do both, he'll probably be planning a future with you, far away from the main lands, because he wants you to himself.

the type to give you surprise hugs whenever you're fully focused on something, like reading a book, to see you flinch. he'll probably be into the concept of cheek touching, as a form of greeting you. be prepared for random kisses on your cheek, nose, forehead, lips, hands and knuckles through out the day, because poor baby just cannot get enough! think of teddy bear hugs, and him resting his chin on your shoulder.

he's totally the type to fall asleep in the bus/train ride home after school, leaning to your body or shoulder, while one of your earbuds is still playing faint music, to help him sleep.

"can you come over, baby? pretty please? i promise this is the last time i'm asking you this! i miss you.", even though it probably will continue to happen every single day.

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that's it! i hope i did them justice as usual <3

thanks for checking in on my blog, love you, bye!

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr !

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 14 - Eyes that light up

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: whew sorry this one gets heavy, drunkenness, elements of noncon/drunken sexual assault (not graphic), violence against reader (accidental), angsty angst

Hi again. As the warnings suggest, this is quite a heavy one - so take care ❤️ We are getting towards the end so things are going to go up a gear. As always, your reblogs and comments mean the world - I love that people are engaging with this story.

As you prodded at your dessert with your spoon, you couldn’t help but wonder just how much wine Peter had knocked back on this date.

He was slurring, spilling a few drops from his glass onto the tablecloth as he gesticulated. His once crisp button-down now looked crumpled, his styled hair now dishevelled with loose strands escaping whatever product he’d put into it. He was just…off.

“You okay?” you asked cautiously after he’d managed to elbow his fork onto the floor.

“Fine! I’mfi---Fine!” he replied cheerily, his voice shrill.

You cocked an eyebrow as you looked over at his wine glass, still firmly encased between his fingers protectively as if you were going to try pry it out of his hand.

“How…how much have you had to drink?” you asked.

“Notmu-Not much!” he shrugged too casually, “Few glasses is’all”.

You frowned, grabbing the clearly-too-light bottle from the ice bucket next to the table. You gasped as you shook it and flipped it upside down.

“Peter! This is empty…I’ve had barely had a glass and a half, what the hell?!” you spat.

He rolled his eyes, “Oh relax…It’s not a big bottle…”

“And you had those two beers…and that cocktail with dessert. Jesus Christ, Peter! Why did you even get a bottle? Didn’t you drive here? How are you going to get home like this?”

“Baby…baby…relax, relaaaaax”, he placated a bit too loudly, causing a few other diners to glance over at you, much to your embarrassment. “I’m fine. I’ll roll the window down, driveslo---drive slow. All good in the hood…” he slurred.

You grimaced and shook your head as you leaned over to try and stay discreet, “Not like that, you won’t. You might cause an accident…it’s not safe. And if the cops catch you, that’s your license gone! And that could risk your job!”

“I’m fiiiiine”, he moaned loudly.

“This is a nice place, Peter”, you hissed quietly.

You signalled to the waiter to get the bill and leaned back over. “I’ll drive you home, okay? You can come get your car in the morning after you’ve slept it off…”

“Wooo! Sexy Uber driver,” he exclaimed loudly.

You frowned, embarrassment colouring your cheeks. You gave him a small warning jab on the shoulder as the two of you became the centre of attention once again.

The waiter hurried over with the check, clearly keen to usher you out as soon as possible. You apologised profusely as you quickly gave him your card and signed for the bill, while Peter was still trying to pull his own wallet from his pocket – sending a sea of loose change clattering across the table.

“Oh my god”, you whispered to yourself in mortification as Peter fruitlessly tried to scoop up the rolling pennies and nickels.

“C’mon, let’s go…” you hissed as you stood and tugged him out of his seat, frogmarching him towards the door and smiling apologetically at the staff as you passed.

“I gotta tip…” he garbled as he showed you the pile of coins he’d rescued.

“I took care of it; you get the next one…”

“I can’t let you paaay,” he wailed as you tried to prop up his weight on your shoulders. His legs suddenly seemed to have lost their full function.

“How are you this drunk?” you growled as you got out to the parking lot.

“I may have had a few…few beers with the guys before we met,” he admitted sheepishly.

The anger and shame bubbled within you as you somehow managed to bundle him into Sally. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go, so much for your big plans. What was this, exactly? A one-off fuck-up, or is this who Peter truly was?

He did fall asleep on the couch after a few glasses of wine on your movie night, but who doesn’t?

You drove towards his place in silence, quietly seething. Maybe he just had a bad night, made an error in judgement, but you couldn’t deny the cavalier approach to drink-driving was a huge turn-off. He could’ve damn near killed someone if you hadn’t intervened! And why the hell was he getting trashed with his buddies right before your fancy dinner? Maybe if he’d admitted he’d overdone it and organised a cab or asked you for a ride that would be different, but he was just going to try style it out! Did he do this often?

You didn’t like to write people off for making mistakes, but it felt like something had fundamentally shifted between the two of you. It was like getting the ick on steroids.

What was with the men in this town??

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud snort, and you looked over at the passenger seat to find Peter passed out, snoring heavily.

You rolled your eyes. “Great…” you whispered sarcastically to yourself.

*

The drive to Peter’s house took longer than expected. He lived right on the edges of town, just off the interstate, and having only been there once or twice – you’d forgotten how long the journey was. You yawned and cranked up the radio until you finally pulled up at his house. You checked your phone and frowned as you saw the battery percentage was down to single figures. You’d meant to charge it before you left. But you had bigger fish to fry for the moment.

“Peter…” you said softly as you put Sally in park.

No response.

“Peter?”

Radio silence.

“PETER!” you yelled as your patience evaporated, elbowing him harshly from across the seats.

He jumped and yelped at his rude awakening, twisting himself around in his seat as he took in his surroundings.

“We’re at your place, you got your house keys? You good to go?” you asked, your tone like a parent wearily questioning a child.

He slurred and mumbled something unintelligible; the impromptu nap having done nothing for his sobriety. He patted at his pockets, slowly pulling out his wallet and opening the car door. He unclipped his seatbelt and inelegantly stumbled out of the vehicle, his foot catching at the door base as he slipped and fell to the ground.

You suppressed a sigh and got out of your side of the car, rushing around to help him up and grab the keys that had fallen into the dirt below. You grunted as you exerted yourself pulling him to his feet, guiding him to the front door.

“Okay…alright…nearly there, let’s go” you tried to coo supportively.

His fingers couldn’t manage the mechanism of the lock, so you used the keys to open the door for him, he practically fell across the threshold taking you with him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you chanted as you steadied your weight and stopped the two of you from hitting the floor. You manoeuvred yourself to prop him up, ushering him into the living room. Once there, you swung his body so that he fell onto the couch. He groaned as he clumsily spread out across the cushions, curling up and facing the wall.

You sighed and went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and traipsing back into the living room towards his pathetic form.

“Drink this…and sleep”, you commanded.

You leaned over him to put the water bottle in his hand. You squeaked as he suddenly jolted up, pulling you down on top of him.

“Baby…” he slurred heavily.

“Peter! Stop..” you squealed in fright as he roughly flipped you over and encased you beneath him, caging you with his heavy body.

“So…beautiful…” he mumbled as he tried to kiss you, his breath hot on your neck. The adrenaline surge made you feel nauseous as your body began to go into flight or fight mode.

“Get off me! No! I’m not joking…Peter! Stop!” you finally shrieked, batting him away as panic set in.

“C’mon…you’ve left me hanging for so long…” his hands pawed at you as he tried to coax you, “C’mon…it’s me…I’ll take care of you…”

You shrieked again and shoved him hard, sending him flying halfway off the couch as he bellowed in anger.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed as he sat up.

“I said stop!” you shrieked, your chest rising. “You’re drunk!”

“Then why are you here??” he spat, his eyes glazed with anger and booze. “Why did you come back to my place?”

“Because you’re drunk off your ass and I made sure you didn’t kill anybody with your car, asshole!” you fired back as you shakily got to your feet with the intention of getting the hell out, the dread making you wobbly and disorientated.

“God, you’re so high and mighty,” he growled as he stood and began clumsily pacing the room, “Holding out on me like you’re some prize, when we both know you have no problem fucking bikers…”

You gawped at him in horror, the shock and rage rendering you speechless. Peter? Was this really him? Nice, sweet Peter?

“Yeah”, he mocked sarcastically as he saw your surprise, “It’s pretty obvious you fucked your boss…”

Your face fell in distress, too taken aback and angry in the moment to respond to his tirade.

“Here’s me thinking this was gonna be fun. You’re only here a short while, I thought we’d hook up and have a no-strings fling and then say bye-bye, but no! You’re no putting out! And I’ve been taking you out twice a week and spending money on you like a chump for nothing!”

“Jesus Christ, Peter,” you whispered as everything you thought you knew about him came crashing down around you. “Why are you saying all this? What’s gotten into you?”

He rolled his eyes, “Oh, shut up. Just shut up. Sh’up. Save me the guilt trip, ‘kay?” he hiccupped as his words melted into each other, “You’re so frigid and uptight…a man can only take so much. I’ve been nice, haven’t I? Been patient, not pushed you, but what does a guy have to do to get laid around here!”

Your wrath finally gave way to clarity. You’d heard all you needed to hear. He didn’t deserve any more of your time.

You stormed towards the door, but he moved to block your way.

“No, I’m talking to you!” he slurred.

“No, we’re done here,” you sneered, “Let me pass…”

“I just wanna tell-”

It seemed to happen in slow motion, but at the exact moment you moved forward to barge past him, he quickly raised a finger up to your face (presumably to yell at you some more). The speed of your movement, plus his poor grasp of hand-eye co-ordination in that moment, meant he clumsily knocked your cheek with his hand as the two of you collided. Even at the very second happened, despite his anger and generally assholery, you knew it was a drunken accident.

…But ow, that hurt.

You cupped your cheek and hissed, and you watched as he went white as a sheet and gasped.

“Oh no, nononononono, fuck, nonono oh god…are you okay?” he asked as he leaned over to try and get a look. He sounded more coherent than he had all evening, the fear of what he’d done apparently knocking the booze out of his veins.

“Ow…”, you winced as you took a step back from him.

“I didn’t…! It was an accident, I’m sorry…I didn’t know…” he began to hysterically babble. “I’d never hit you! Oh Jesus, I’m sorry – I didn’t mean it, I promise…Do you need ice?”

He was so pathetic that you weren’t even angry, just desperate to get as far away from him as you could and draw a line under this mess.

“I know you didn’t mean to,” you scoffed as you held your cheek and took the opportunity to head to the door and finally get the hell out of there. You had no intention of relieving his guilt, you just wanted him to shut up. "You're just a drunk mess".

“Please don’t tell him!” he cried out pitifully as you reached the doorway.

You stopped suddenly, turning to face him.

“What? Who?” you asked, confused as you held your cheek.

“Please don’t…please. I’m sorry. He doesn’t need to know about this, does he? It was an accident.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Barnes,” he sputtered, “He-he threatened me. Told me if I ever hurt you, he’d come find me. Please…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. That was an accident…and what I said about the sex stuff…I’m sorry…”

“He what? When?” You scoffed, shaking your head, “You know what? Never mind. I don’t wanna know. You’re both pathetic,” you sneered.

He tried to fire more apologies and pleas at you, but you just shook your head and raised a hand to silence him.

“Just leave me alone, Peter, alright? We’re done here” you sighed with defeat; your energy levels zapped and your heart heavy.

*

You finally left the house, leaving him standing in the living room a snivelling mess and looking like death warmed up. You didn’t envy his eventual hangover.

You took off in Sally and sped away, dreaming of home. Granny’s home. You wanted to be in the warm bed, wrap yourself in her handmade quilt and drift off to sleep. Maybe you’d wake up in the morning and this would all be some horrible nightmare.

As you silently seethed about Peter and who he turned out to be, you suddenly found yourself crying. It was just all too much. What had happened back there, the fear in your bones when he had you on the couch, the terrible things he’d said to you, the way your cheek throbbed with pain. You felt like a fool for being such an awful judge of character. You felt stupid, naïve. Maybe not wanting to sleep with Peter had been your gut instinct trying to tell you something, so why didn’t you listen?

And what about Bucky? You’d worked so hard to move on from him, but he was always there at the edges, drifting closer. You still hadn’t fully healed from what happened. And what, he had been threatening Peter this whole time? What else didn’t you know?

So, you cried. For what happened with Peter, for what happened with Bucky. For the heartbreak they had both caused you in different ways. You cried for Bucky, for the loss of what might have been, for the love you might have shared. You cried for Granny and the unfillable hole she’d left in your life. You cried for her house, emptying her beloved home of her treasures and erasing her like she hadn’t even been there. And you cried for yourself, for all you’d lost, and for everything you’d never had.

You pulled over and parked up on the side of the road until you were in better shape, at least having the foresight to know that sobbing while driving wouldn’t end well. Finally, as the tears finally ran dry, you took a deep breath and wiped your face. You glanced at your watery eyes and swollen cheek in the rearview mirror – you looked a real fright. You could already see a bruise forming. You took a few seconds to inhale and exhale, then flicked on the ignition again.

But nothing happened.

Sally gurgled and spat, but the engine remained still.

You tried again.

And again.

Your fingers ached and cramped from the repetitive effort by the time you gave up.

You picked up your phone with your shaking hand.

Dead.

You laughed flatly and leaned back in your seat.

[slvtforfiction]

Freak or drink

☆ Colby X Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Established relationship ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Suggestive but no actual smut

☆ For context tara and Jake + Sam and Kat are still together in this

☆ Also more context but I’m going to do 1 couple at a time so if You choose not to do something you and Colby drink? Yk? Also there is cards that are like “drink if you are…” sooooo,

☆ Masterlist

☆ This is a legitimate card game if anyone wants to actually play!

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

Colby 🖤:

Hey doll,we’re playing a couples drinking game down here,come join meee x

You:

Okay love,coming x

I walked downstairs seeing my bottle of tequila rose sat on the side and grabbed it,walking over to the group l,sitting next to Colby.

“Hey love.” He whispered and I smiled up at him,looking round the circle that had formed. Everyone playing the game consisted of ; Kat + Sam,Tara + Jake,me and Colby.

I picked up the first card,reading aloud “Sit on your partner’s lap for the rest of the game.” I smiled laughing to myself as I looked up at him,he nodded and I sat myself atop of him. “That’s early in the game.” I laughed to myself as everyone else laughed along with me.

Tara went next,picking up a card and reading out loud like I had, “Spit in your partners mouth” and everyone burst out laughing once again as Jake and Tara took a shot,not drunk enough to do that infront of everyone.

Kat then grabbed a card reading out loud,once again, “Moan your partners name as loud as possible.” And we all burst out laughing. “We’ve already heard you do that.” Tara said wheezing with everyone else.

“I’m not doing that.” She said,laughter dying down as she took down a shot with Sam.

Colby picked up the next card and I smiled looking at it before he read it out “Drink if you’re a pillow princess.” And kat burst out laughing whilst the rest of us stared each other down.

I downed a shot and looked around realising I was the only one that did, “Go on girl!” Kat cheered me on laughing whilst Colbys hands snaked around my waist.

Jake then grabbed a card,reading aloud,already laughing before even reading, “Give them a lap dance.” And we burst out laughing as he began shaking his ass infront of Tara.

“Go on Jake wooo!” Sam yelled as we all sat there giggling to ourselves whilst we watched. Afterwards Jake sat down,holding Tara close to him.

Sam then picked up a card and read it out again, “French kiss your player of choice.” And he looked over at Kat as she nodded pulling her into a kiss. I cheered her on as the guys cheered on Sam.

They pulled out of the kiss and laughed at each other,with each other as Kat rested her head on his shoulder.

“You two are so cute.” Tara said with a smile whilst I picked up a card. “Straddle him and kiss his neck.” I laughed out,as did everyone but I turned around in his lap to face him,wrapping my arms around his shoulders and whispering in his ear, “Is this okay?” He smiled and kissed my cheek “Yeah,baby.” He whispered back.

I began leaving love bites along his neck with a few pecks here and there, I heard Tara and Kat cheering me on. Colby’s hands clamped down on my waist as his head dug into the crook of my neck whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

I pulled away and turned around to see everyone staring and I giggled to myself,Tara picking up a card.

“You’ve got lotssss of hickeys on your neck love.” I whispered in his ear and he smirked to himself and felt round his neck trying to feel something,I giggled to myself.

“Name the players you would have a threesome with.” And we burst out laughing as she began answering, “Jake,me obviously and Y/n.” She said and I laughed as I moved in Colbys lap trying to get comfortable.

“Stop that.” He whispered in my ear as he clamped his hands on my waist,stopping me from moving. “Why?” I asked,genuine confusion in my voice, “You fucking know why.” He scowled in my ear and it clicked. “Awh poor baby has a hard on.” I whispered in his ear and he whispered telling me to ‘shut the fuck up’ and then I realised it had gotten to our turn again.

Colby picked up the card before I could and held it in front of him, “Pin them up against a wall and kiss down their body.” He read, ‘ooo’ was heard around the room from everyone and im he whispered in my ear, “Do you want to take a shot or not?” He was still clearly annoyed but wouldn’t do anything without my consent.

“I don’t mind.” I whispered back and he picked me up off his lap,dusting himself off and bought me over to the closest wall,pinning my arms above my head beginning to kiss down my body,slowly and teasingly.

My face held a blush as everyone looked over to us and I felt the need to hide my face from everyone else,resorting to closing my eyes as my mind traveled to the bedroom with Colby.

“Alright guys that’s enough!” Jake yelled jokingly and he let go of me as he sat back down,patting his thigh,telling me to come sit atop of him again.

Jake then picked up a card as I perched myself on top of Colby, “Without hands remove their underwear.” And everyone burst out laughing whilst they poured their shots immediately.

“Not doing that infront of you lot.” Tara laughed as Sam picked up the next card.

“Drink if you’ve ever faked an orgasm.” We looked around the group,not one of us taking a shot. Colby was my first and will be my last and he knew his way around a women’s body to say the least.

I picked up the next card and smiled to myself, “Go into the bathroom and send them a nude.” I giggled as everyone looked at me, “Fuck it.” I said as I got off Colby’s lap and walked to the bathroom.

I locked the door and pulled off my crop top,lifting up my skirt to show off my new lingerie. I snapped a pic,sending it to Colby and walking back into the room after putting my shirt back on.

I walked into the room to see Colby setting his phone down and bragging about how pretty I am. I giggled to myself and sat back in his lap.

After the game Colby threw me over his shoulder gently and put his hand on my skirt so people couldn’t see up it.

“We’re gonna go back to ours,I’ll see you guys later?” He asked as he walked over to the door. “Yeah dude,see you later.” Sam and Jake replied as my hand sat on top of my shirt,holding it down so I didn’t flash anyone.

We got back to ours and Colby threw me onto the bed,kissing down my body again.

I was snuggling into Colby’s side as I got a text from Tara,

Tara 🩷:

Girl,how was it,spill.

You:

Wdym?

Tara 🩷:

Girl ik u fucked him 😭

You:

We have to call tmrw I’ll tell u everything

Tara 🩷:

Okay girl x

[yanderes-galore]

Wooo, may I ask for a short of The Lamb (cult of the lamb) with the prompts 16 and 17 from an-ambivalent list? And the Darling is a wolf, I think reverse predator-prey sounds interesting.

POV: You're a predator but your prey cult leader just sees you as a cute puppy.

Prompts Here

Yandere! The Lamb Prompts 16 + 17

"I will protect you from everything."

"You can always count on me, my love."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence, Murder, Babying, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Cults, Indoctrination, Blood, Dubious relationship.

One would think a wolf, a predator, would be able to handle themselves. Normally, one would agree with such a statement. Compared to your typical hound, you have more survival instincts.

Unfortunately, even survival instincts don't do much in the lands of the old faith.

Naturally, like most creatures, you had tried your best to follow the teachings of your bishop in the land of Darkwood. The wooded area was somewhere you considered home. As long as you did your prayers and offered gifts, you did not incur the wrath of Leshy.

For a wolf, you were much more of a lapdog to the Bishop.

Such beliefs changed once you got word that your Bishop was slain. Slain? You could barely believe the news you got when you spoke to another follower.

A Bishop of The Old Faith, your Bishop Leshy, defeated? You dread what that meant for you and the rest of Darkwood. Despite this, you stayed in your little village with the rest of your fellow followers.

Until the beasts started pouring in.

Without a Bishop to oversee the area, creatures began to pour in from the darkness. Flying creatures, crawling creatures, even rival cultists. The death of your Bishop made you witness the death of many friends and even family...

The death of your Bishop could very well mean the death of you.

You expected to die in your old home. Even as a wolf you were no match for the unholy beasts that resided within Darkwood. Covered in blood and wounds... you cowered in the ruins of your broken home... ears pinned to your head as you prepared yourself to be a sacrifice...

Then you met The Lamb.

The Lamb was the very same vessel that killed your Bishop. You thought you would be left to die like all the rest. But, no, the animal you would normally consider prey came back to help you.

Even though The Lamb smelt of prey, you knew better. They were not only surprisingly stronger but wore the crown of a Bishop. You smelled a strong force within them

One that made you bow your head when they approached.

"I will protect you from everything." The Lamb had uttered, gazing upon you like some sort of divine messenger. Their words are caring, rough hands holding your face feeling foreign on your fur. For prey... you could feel how hard they worked.

"Will you join me?" The Lamb, your savior, asks you. You don't even care at this moment that they're treating you like a wounded dog with no fear for your nature.

You trusted them at this moment...

You'd be foolish to not accept a new leader to pray to, you weren't going to be left to die.

Once your previous Bishop fell, you had no choice but to pledge yourself to a new one. It appears many other Darkwood followers had the same idea when they encountered The Lamb. The Lamb was a new power, one you found yourself playing loyal hound for.

The Lamb themselves had tended to your wound when you first arrived. Ever since you've been at their side. So much for being an independent wolf.

Even when you felt ready to scout or attend to duties away from The Lamb, your leader adamantly refused. The Lamb acted as though you'd die if you went back out there to gather resources. Other followers can be given such a job... not you.

Never you.

You were treated more like a pet dog than a wolf. You may be slightly bigger than The Lamb, yet they still acted like you were weak. In a way, you were, but it was humiliating to be treated in such a way by a sheep.

They smell of prey, yet treat you as though you must be protected...

Your mind wanders back to how you felt back at Darkwood. How hopeless and weak you felt. Then you think back to The Lamb, your Lamb... and how they treat you.

They coddle you. They pet you, feed you, and watch you while you pray. They give you gifts with caring smiles and small bleats. Such attention, such smells, such sounds... It makes you want to submit to their power.

"You can always count on me, my love." The Lamb would always cook towards you. The nickname always made your heart thump and your tail wag. You were unaware that they were always after your submission.

Since The Lamb saw you lost in the woods, looking like a kicked puppy, they knew they needed you. Such thoughts are what resulted in you being indoctrinated, brainwashed, and coddled. A fearsome wolf brought to their knees... just to be made a loyal hound for the mighty Lamb.

Why should you be independent? Why should you hunt on your own? Why not let The Lamb, your leader, your partner do it for you?

Why not lose your pride and become what they want you to be?

A domesticated dog who listens to their every command and order... loyal to only them for all of eternity in their servitude... or in short...

All theirs.

[simplyreveries]

Wooo!! I've been wanting to request a grim one because I love him. He is my son. And I don't find many grim focused fics (ب⁠_⁠ب⁠) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Can I request taking care of grim after he insisted on playing in the rain and he got sick? He's so baby to me, it feels in character lol

MY SON 😭💕

grim

he is utterly cranky and grouchy when he becomes sick, he does not want to admit in the slightest that he is. he thinks there is no way, he's grim...! claiming he is not sick and does not need your help. also, that means having to prove you were right when you told him he’d get sick being out in the rain like that would get him sick! you can easily tell immediately somethings wrong when he has a bit of an appetite loss.

still, it quickly gets to him throughout the day with you having to bite your tongue and hold back a laugh as he progressively gets sicker throughout the day at school. it is slightly chaotic considering he accidentally starts shooting fire whenever he simply sneezes. he almost burned ace on multiple occasions, grim blamed it on allergies or the dust.

you have to keep waking him up during class because he finds himself near your warmth and dozing off, falling asleep rather quickly. you don't need him getting himself into trouble for the umpteenth time! you have to grab him at some point before he almost falls into the potion brewing pot during divus' class.

he caves in at some point, when he becomes too lethargic and tired— grim’s never been able to resist affection and care from you. he can't help but be a sucker for attention. slowly he’ll quit complaining when he’s finally experiencing how much you're willing to take care of him. he isn't used to this in the slightest, he usually has grown to taking care of himself.

finds himself curling up against you and letting himself fall asleep as you pet and scratch his ears. it's comforting to hear and feel the purrs he gives off. you know he loves it so much because he doesn't bother really saying anything or moving away if you teased him about it. (you're just doing your henchman duties obviously)

[kennahjune]

Teen Dad AU

Part 6!!!

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(Sorry to anyone who’s tags are messing up, I’ll try tagging you in the replies when posted)

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The Universe had a strange way of making Steve Harrington hate Life.

Like waking up in a hospital after simply trying to pick up Louie.

Ugh.

Because it was never “simply” anything anymore, right? Now it was monsters and other dimensions and asshole blonds with pretty eyes who liked to beat him half to death.

Oh. And a bunch of mouthy middle schoolers.

“Dude, you up yet?”

“Give him a minute, Mike! He was literally half-dead not even yesterday!”

“Well if he keeps groaning like a zombie I’m gonna assume he’s become one!”

Steve found his voice, although crackly and rough from disuse, just to say “Shut the fuck up.”

“He’s alive!” One of them shouted instead.

Steve peeled his eyes open and immediately groaned at the harsh lights. Blinking against the stark white hospital walls, he turned his head to look at the kids piled in the chairs of the room.

Max and Lucas were squished together in one chair, Mike and Will taking the second. Baby Byers must’ve already been let out. Dustin was sat cross-legged at the foot of Steve’s hospital bed, that El girl right next to him. Steve felt like he was in the middle of an interrogation with how she stared him down.

Steve sat up, ignoring every bodily protest telling him to lay the fuck back down. Dustin grinned wide at Steve, and Steve gave him a very weak smile in return.

“So are you actually alive, now? Cause you still look half-dead,” Max teased, smirking at him. Steve rolled his eyes and flipped her off, snorting when she gave it right back.

“Yay he’s alive wooo!” Mike snarked sarcastically.

Steve huffed, but Mike reminded him of Nancy which then reminded him of how he got dragged into this shit when then reminded him of—

“Fucking shit,” he swore under his breath.

“Are you ok? Do we need to called the nurse?” Will asked tentatively. All the kids suddenly looked on edge at Steve’s perceived pain.

He shook his head quickly and then immediately winced. It felt like his brain was jumping around his skull. “No, no I’m fine. Just— Wheeler where’s your sister?”

Mike stared at him funny. “Dude there is no way you’re thinking of my sister after climbing out of your deathbed.”

“What? Of fucking course I am! She was watching Louie and I never got chance to pick him up or ask her about him—“

“Whoah hey— who’s Louie?” Lucas spoke up.

“He’s—“

“Oh!” Dustin perked up. “Is he the baby my mom’s watching? Little chubby thing that looks like a cute little raisin? He’s got your hair, dude!”

Steve visibly relaxed back into his pillows. “Oh my God. Ok. Ok.” It was fine. Louie was fine. Everything was fine—

“Oh the kid Nancy’s been watching?” Mike perked up. “He’s real cute.”

“Is he your little brother?” Will asked.

Steve was steadying his breathing still, so he shook his head and smiled weakly. “No. No he’s, uh— my son.”

El tilted her head. “You are his Papa?”

Steve looked at her, really took her in; her curly hair, her worn and a little too big button up, her curious head tilt, her big eyes. He smiled at her. “Yeah, sure.”

She smiled back at him, small and shy.

“You have a kid?” Lucas asked.

“Aren’t you like— 15?” Dustin accused.

“He’s like 18.” Max corrected. “He and Billy are in the same grade.”

“17, actually.” Steve informed. “But I’ll be 18 in July.”

“Who’s the mom?” Mike asked.

“Nobody you need to know,” Steve shot back. Mike huffed.

“Why was he at Mike’s?” Will asked. The kid was quiet, much like his older brother. Baby Byers only spoke up after talking to Mike, as if needing reassurance. A massive pang of guilt ran though Steve, remembering all the shit he’d said to Jonathan last year.

Steve cleared his throat. “Nancy was watching him for me for a bit cause I had work.”

Dustin perked up, grinning mischievously. “Where do you work?”

“Yeah, no. You’re not coming by to harass me.”

“Booooo!” Max shouted.

“Party pooper!” Lucas joined, sticking his tongue out. El grinned and stuck her tongue out, too.

It was then that the nurse walked in with Hopper and Mrs. Byers.

Thank God. Because it was seriously starting to feel like an interrogation.

.

Hopper stole his car.

He stole Steve’s car and refused to let him drive it.

Steve was discharged later the same day he woke up. They gave him some medicine, some papers, and sent him on his way.

But he couldn’t leave because Hopper stole his car.

And then forced Steve to sit in the passenger seat of his stolen car.

Steve had never sat in the passenger seat of his own car.

“Stop huffing and puffing.” Hopper grumbled.

“I’m not huffing and puffing.” Steve (didn’t) huffed.

“Then quit sulking.”

“It’s my own car,I’ll sulk if I want to.”

“You get beat half to death and suddenly gain an attitude.”

Steve smirked out the window. “You and I both know I’ve always had an attitude.”

Hopper made a gruff sound that could’ve been a laugh, probably thinking of every time he’d had to break up one of Steve’s parties or drive him home cause he’d been wandering around drunk off his ass.

Steve perked up when they skipped the turn to go the trailer park.

“Uh, Hop? Where we goin?”

“Relax, brat. Your kid’s still with the Hendersons.”

Oh yeah. Maybe he was more out of it then he thought. Steve relaxed back into the seat a bit more than before.

“Still don’t see why I couldn’t just drive myself,” he muttered, just to be a shit.

Hopper groaned.

.

When Hop pulled into the Henderson’s driveway Steve wasted no time in getting out. Hopper yelled from somewhere behind him about waiting for the car to stop next time. Steve payed him no mind and ran up the porch stairs to hastily knock on the door.

Mrs. Henderson opened up soon enough, a smile on her face and a hand on her hip.

“Steve, dear, hi!”

Steve smiled shakily down at the short women, pleased to see her but desperate to see Louie.

“Hi, Mrs. H. Is Louie here?”

“Of course, sweetie! He’s with Dusty and his friends, come say hi!” She left back into the house without another word. Steve followed after with Hopper.

Just as Mrs. Henderson claimed, Little Louie was in the living room with The Party. There was a light yellow knitted blanket spread on the floor where they all sat together, except Max and Will, who sat on the couch.

Louie was sat in Mike’s lap, Lucas right in front of them letting Louie play with his fingers. Dustin sat right next to Mike, pressed into his side and cooing down at Louie with a wide grin.

The moment Louie caught sight of his dad he let go of Lucas’ fingers and reached for Steve, bringing the attention of the Brat Brigade onto him.

Steve bent to grab Louie from Mike, his focus solely on his son being back in his arms. Louie babbled happily, his chubby baby hands making grabs for Steve’s hair and tugging lightly. Steve ignored the ache in his head in favor of smiling wide at the babbling baby.

“Hi sweetie, how you doin’ baby?”

Louie’s response was a gummy smile and one of those weird baby gurgle-trills. Steve’s grin only widened.

“Yeah I bet you’re having fun with the brats, huh?”

“Hey!” Dustin scoffed on the floor, pulling Steve’s attention back to the room.

Mike and Lucas were silently pouting, seemingly at the loss of the baby. Dustin looked downright offended at being referred to as a brat. Will and Max were kind of staring at Steve, but he ignored them for the most part outside of shooting them a small smile.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt your time with Louie?” Steve teased, chuckling at Lucas’ bottom lip sticking out. Mike made more of an effort to hide his pout but wasn’t very effective.

“Yeah, jerk. We were having a conversation.” Mike snapped, though there was no real venom in his tone.

Steve snorted, letting Louie pat at his face and ignoring the sting of the bruises. “I sincerely apologize for taking back my son from you heathens.”

“We’re not heathens!” Dustin protested.

“Yeah right! You kids would be the worst bad influences on my baby boy!”

Louie added his two-cents in the response of a squeal and particularly hard hit to the face, unfortunately right on a still healing cut on Steve’s cheekbone. Steve hissed under his breath.

“Alright—“ Mike suddenly appeared in front of Steve and took Louie. “—he’s ours again.”

Steve chuckled. He melted a little inside seeing Mike hold Louie so tenderly. He was so gentle with the baby, such a stark contrast to his usually loud and brash demeanor.

Dustin and Lucas were both up immediately to get the baby’s attention. Steve smiled as much as he could with the now slightly reopened cut, finally relaxing with seeing Louie.

“So when we’re you going to tell us you were a dad?” Max spoke up from the couch.

Steve glanced at her and placed a hand on his hip. “Who’s ‘we’? I met you like two days ago.”

Max rolled her eyes and brought her feet up to sit crisscross on the couch. “Well Billy hasn’t said anything about Louie so I assume you’re on the down low about being a dad.”

Not really, Steve thought. He just hasn’t brought Louie to school with him since Hargrove started. Mason and Gran had no problems helping out so that he could continue senior year without interruption.

But Steve didn’t tell the kids that, simply nodding and smiling.

.

Mrs. Henderson was reluctant to let Steve leave.

“I mean it, Steve. You have my number, you call me if you need anything at all.” She made him swear.

Dustin was even more reluctant, going as far as to cling to Steve’s sweater.

“You have to give us your address! Come on, man! We wanna see Little Louie!”

So Steve gave in and wrote down the address to the trailer, if only to get Dustin to stop whining. Mike grumbled about how they could’ve just asked Nancy.

Again, Hopper drove. Which absolutely irritated Steve but he wasn’t about to sit and argue with the Chief of police with his baby in the back seat.

But Hopper agreed that Steve could be back to driving himself in the next couple of days— which Steve immediately protested.

How was he meant to get to and from work if he couldn’t drive?

Apparently, Hopper took it upon himself to settle that.

“What do you mean I’m not going to work?”

Hopper grumbled and wiped a hand over his face. Steve might’ve thought he looked pissed, had he not known that’s just Hop’s face.

“I mean you’re mot going to work. I already called your boss, gave them a rundown— the government one with the wild dogs— and she said it’s fine.”

Steve threw his arms out. Was it dramatic? Yes. But Steve deserved to be dramatic after the time he’s had. “I need the money! I fucking live off of those tips, Hop!”

“I know that and I already talked about that, too. You’re still getting paid, don’t worry.” Steve tried to protest again but Hopper gave him this look that made his mouth snap shut. Steve shot his gaze to the floor and crossed his arms.

.

It was a weird 3 days of no work. Steve spent it at home in the trailer with baby Louie and— occasionally— Gran and the twins.

Eventually, it was time for him to go back.

Steve knocked on the Wheeler’s front door bright and early on Saturday, surprised when Mike opened the door instead of Nancy.

“Hey, Wheeler. Where your sister?”

“In the kitchen. Is that Louie?” Mike grabbed the car seat from Steve without waiting for an answer. Steve shrugged mentally and followed Mike into the living room with the diaper bag.

Color him surprised when he sees the rest of the kids sans El crowded around Little Louie, cooing and grinning while the baby thrives in the attention.

Steve smiled.

Yeah, alright. It was admittedly a very sweet sight.

Maybe everyone knowing about Louie isn’t too bad.

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AGH I DID IT!! OMG ITS OUT

I’m so sorry this took so long LMAO

Fuck mental health, my PHYSICAL HEALTH has gone to absolute shit recently. And I’m also dividing my time between Stranger Things and ATLA atm and it’s taking 200% of my motivation lol

Next part should be longer in length and have more Steddie interactions. I’m finally making some progress 😭🙏

[lynxtheserval]

Hi im the anon that requested for scythe chasing the reader.

And yes,like thoese typical yandere pslsls im so down bad for this womwan🙏🙏🙏🙏

Fun to write wooo, I might do a part two if I remember about this lmao

Man sorry if it seems lazy at any point as well

Yan!Scythe x reader -

(TW: yandere shit, stalking, getting chased, a single curse word, possible ooc scythe)

All you heard was whistling and the heavy ba-dump of your blood through your ears. You tried to run as fast as you could through the dusty ghost town you managed to get lost in.

Your shoes pounded against the sand, and your legs were exhausted. You've been running for who knows how long at this point.

You turned around a corner and sat next to a wall to try to catch your breath. You hoped she wasnt following you anymore, but you still heard the whistling and humming of that… monster. The whistles sounded farther away now, but you still weren't fully safe. You don't know what she wanted from you, but what you do know is she's been chasing you for what feels like an hour, carries a terrifying looking gear, and she’s the most wanted in all the factions. You weren't that special of a person, you weren't a criminal, nor anybody important, you have no idea what a person like HER wanted from you.

You got snapped out of your train of thought when you realized you could hear footsteps now, oh god.. she was close. You were frozen with fear, you held your breath and stayed as still as you possibly could.

The footsteps got louder, and louder, and louder.

“Ya know, you can't run forever, sugar.”

Her voice was.. intimidating, to say the least. She had a very strong southern accent, if she wasn't chasing you down for who knows what reason, you might have found her voice attractive.

You said nothing and continued being as still as you possibly could.

“Listen, baby, I ain't gonna hurt ya! Just come out of your little hiding spot, so I can see your pretty little face.”

You seriously doubted that she wouldn't hurt you.

Scythe was getting annoyed now, where the hell were you?! She never loses her sights on a target, but you were much more than that. You were actually important to her. But of course you didn't know that, you just met her, after all.

Except she's known you for a while.

You were such a precious thing! Your adorable face, your laugh, your beautiful eyes, oh.. and your personality! She loves every bit about you.

That's why she isn't letting you leave.

You were still hiding, she knew you were around here, somewhere. You were terrified, you didn't know what to do.

So you stayed in your hiding spot, and waited.

And waited,

And waited.

It felt like forever, you couldn't hear her footsteps anymore, so you think you're in the clear to go.

So you carefully step outside your hiding spot, and look around.

It seemed cl-

“FUCK-”

You got kicked down on top of the sandy ground, and heard a menacing laugh behind you.

“Oh sugar.. I'm glad I was able to find you in the end! You hide well, I'll give ya that.”

You got the breath knocked out of you, gasping for air. The woman placed her foot on top of your back, not too hard as to hurt you, but enough to keep you from getting up and running.

“Now, you're probably wondering what I want from you.” She paused, trying to figure out what she wanted to say. You nodded, and tried to speak, but she interrupted you. “Well, darlin’, I want you.”

“Wh-what do you mean!?”

She took her foot off of you, but before you could do anything, she grabbed one of your arms, forcing you up. She then brought you into a hug, wrapping her arms around you.

“Ya see sugar, you don't know this, but I've been watching you for a while now.” She grinned at you, looking into your eyes. God, you were so much prettier up close.

“What did I do to anger you?!”

“You didn't do anything, darlin’. Except steal my heart!” She laughed, “And trust me, baby, I ain't angry. It's reasonable that ya would wanna run away from me.”

You looked at her with fear in your eyes and she took notice of this, and loosened her hold on you, instead of hugging you, she was now just holding your hands.

“Relax, I'm not gonna hurt ya! I just want you to stay with me for a little while, it won't be bad, baby, I promise.”

And then your vision went black.