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jeonsworld · 20 days

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AWAKE | jjk

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summary: when jungkook can't sleep because of you.

pairings: boyfriend!jk x fem!reader, established relationship

genre: smut

word count: 1.2k

warnings/includes: nsfw, smut, pet names, mentions of alcohol, swearing, clit play, neck kisses, making out, softdom!jk, bigdick!jk, p in v, chair sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), cream pie, cumming inside, orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink if you squint, fluff, sweet nothings

you were woken up by the sound of the television.

you put your arm out next to you, where jungkook would have been lying.

you groaned.

he wasn't there.

you sat up and rubbed your eyes. you didn't know what it was on the TV that could possibly be better than sleep.

you picked your phone up from the nightstand and checked the time.

2:54am

you swung your legs round the side of the bed and stood up. you walked to the bedroom door and opened it. the hall lights were on.

you stepped out of the bedroom and into the hall.

you saw that he wasn't sitting on the sofa. there was a bottle of whiskey on the dining table but the chair was empty. you knew he'd been sitting there because the chair was pulled out.

you heard the cabinet door open. then you heard the sound of ice falling into a glass.

"couldn't sleep either?"

jungkook said as you walked past.

you smiled and shook your head,

"nope. the TV woke me up."

he tutted, then looked at you and smiled,

"sorry."

you picked up the remote controller that was lying on the dining table and pressed mute. the noise from the television stopped.

you then sat on the edge of the table, looking at jungkook.

"you want one?"

he asked holding up his glass but you shook your head.

"i don't think it's the best idea to drink whiskey at 3am."

he shrugged and grinned at you.

he walked to the table and stood beside you. he unscrewed the lid of the half empty bottle.

you didn't remember the bottle looking like that earlier.

earlier it was full. and now it wasn't.

you eyed him,

"that's your first drink right?"

he stopped pouring and hesitated.

"... second."

"kook."

you sighed and he chuckled.

"it's fine baby. the glass isn't that big."

he was right. the glass was pretty small.

"why are you up koo?"

you asked and he smirked, looking down at his drink as he stirred it.

"you want the truth?"

he asked and you narrowed your eyes. you smiled slightly,

"why, what happened?"

he giggled and sat down, setting his drink down on the table.

he put his hand out to get you to sit on his lap.

you straddled him and he held your thighs and sighed into your neck.

"i couldn't sleep..."

he mumbled,

"why?"

you asked and your hand went to the back of his head to stroke his hair.

he kissed your neck and then rested his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes.

"i was horny."

he smiled,

"still am."

you grinned. trying to ignore the fact that his words turned you on massively.

"but why are you up?"

he chuckled,

"needed to distract myself. didn't wanna wake you."

you sighed,

"babe."

"mhm?"

he hummed,

"we talked about this."

he squeezed you,

"i know, i know. but you looked so tired."

one of his hand moved from your thigh to pick up the controller for the TV and turn it off.

"do you wanna go back to bed?"

he asked and you shrug,

"i'm not really tired anymore."

he kissed you,

"or we can stay up for a bit longer?"

you nod and rest your head on his chest.

he stroked your hair.

"you sure you're not tired baby?"

you nod,

"yeah. i'm sure."

you both sat in silence for a moment, enjoying being wrapped up in eachother.

it his right hand came to stroke your clit through your panties.

you pushed your hips into his hand, needing more friction.

he noticed your desperate movements and pressed his thumb harder against your sensetive nub.

"you like that hm?"

he whispered, planting a wet kiss to your neck. his thumb circled your clit a few more times making you moan.

"fuck kook,"

he groaned, he was just as impatient as you were. the bulge in his pants was growing by the second.

your hands tangled in his hair,

“fuck me,"

he kissed you quickly before glancing up into your eyes,

"fuck me..."

"please,"

you breathed,

"good girl,"

he smiled and made you stand up, each leg either side of his thighs. he tugged down his pants, you slipped down your panties. he held your hips with his left hand and freed himself from his briefs.

he then placed both hands on your hips and pulled you down onto him.

he slowly sank himself into your heat.

he hissed when your walls squeezed around his sensitive dick.

he held firmly onto your thighs as you gently moved up and down, he pushed his hips against you, driving his cock further and further into you. you were hot, wet and ready for him and had been since you woke up.

"fuck, you feel so good,"

he panted,

his head dropped to your chest as you continued to ride him, his hips slapping against yours.

suppressed moans escaped your lips as you felt yourself approaching your high,

"louder baby, i wanna hear you..."

he gripped your thighs tighter, pounding himself deeper into you until he was fully inside of you. and when he was fully inside of you, the tip of his cock continously hit your g-spot, nearly making you cum there and then.

you tried your harderst to control yourself, to keep going for a little longer.

he kissed you slowly and ran his lips down to your neck,

"kook,"

you moaned, your thighs tightened around him,

"mhm?"

"i'm close..."

he smirked and tilted your hips up, you arched your back so he could fuck deeper into you.

he buried his face into your neck,

"let go baby,"

you were so glad he didn't make you keep going, you were at your breaking point. your body tensed up, you felt hot, you moaned and stopped fighting that feeling of holding back. waves of arousal gushed over you,

your hips sped up and your eyes rolled back.

he groaned and he felt you coat him with your sweet release, making his dick throb.

"fuckkk, good girl..."

he slowed down his thrusts, feeling himself easily glide in and out of you, you were like an ocean, absolutely soaked. gentle wet sounds and moans filled the silent room.

"mmh."

he exhaled sharply and his dick twitched and his hips faltered but he still attempted to thrust into you, desperately.

that's when you knew he had reached his peak.

he moaned as he spurted hot cum into your soaked pussy. you moaned slightly at the feeling of him filling you up. his hips slowed down and stopped and he kissed you.

his breathing was fast, you could feel his chest rising and falling against you.

you were just as out of breath as he was.

"i love you."

he mumbled into your neck. his hands stroked slowly up and down your thighs.

your hand came to the back of his head to stroke his hair,

"love you too koo."

you closes your eyes and in that moment felt like you could fall back to sleep.

you both didn't move, partly because you didn't want to but also because you were too worn out to move.

"wanna go back to bed now?"

he asked and quickly kissed your forehead,

"why? so you can finally get some sleep?"

you asked and he shook his head and smiled,

"no. so we can have another round."

THE END

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screams-of-the-damned84 · 27 days

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(flops on stage) i now present to you my very silly swap au,,,

essentially jasper is now the co-leader of the society who was bitten by a werewolf and is trying to hide it, jekyll is the uni student who got kicked out due to his experiments and then picked up off the streets, etc. jasper and rachel can’t communicate and jekyll and lanyon are living the world’s weirdest horror romcom you’ve ever seen. more info under cut hehe (feat. bad explanations and doodles)

in simpler terms, jekyll and lanyon swap narrative positions (?? is that the right term) with jasper and rachel respectively. (lanyons and rachels swap doesn’t technically work as well as Jekyll’s and jaspers does but shhhhh). Frankenstein becomes the mad scientist that attacks the society and moreau becomes jaspers idol.

longer explanation but WARNING!! it is 3am when i am typing this and i am terrible at explaining. it may be slightly incomprehensible.

so like jasper and rachel founded the society after jasper publishes his research and gets semi famous. two years before current events jasper is out on a research venture and gets bitten by a werewolf. he doesn’t want to scare rachel or the lodgers so he keeps it a secret (to his own detriment). flash forward to now and jasper gets a call to investigate a “creature” terrorizing the streets of london only to find hyde.

before jasper can process the dumpster man he is looking at hyde transforms back into jekyll. jekyll explains that while trying to prove his theory of spiritual alchemy at his university he may or may not have split his own soul. and got kicked out. and is now living on the streets.

jasper, not really knowing what else to do and kinda relating to the poor guy, takes him back to the society. he introduces his co-leader rachel, who pretty much keeps this entire thing up and running. (rachel and jekyll still become friends but she especially takes to hyde. that little brother shaped hole in her heart is still very much present!) then theres the lodgers (idk how they all swap) and then there’s lanyon, a university student at the society because it was mandatory for one of his courses. he is not enjoying it and would very much rather be breaking boy’s hearts back at school. lucky for him tho, there’s jekyll!

this goes about as well as you would expect. lanyon then spends the rest of his stay at the society trying to understand (and woo) the conundrum that is jekyll and hyde. it’s very fluffy and they learn to communicate like jasper and rachel in canon (yippee!)

unfortunately for jasper and rachel, they have been playing the “just friends” game for the last decade. im having a bit of trouble trying to flesh out swap rachel so i don’t really know if she’s in a lavender marriage like canon lanyon is or is estranged/divorced or just single but whatever the case is she likes jasper but thinks he just sees her as a friend while jasper is madly in love with her and is too scared to tell her. this problem has only worsened since jasper got bitten. everyone else tho is aware of how they feel about each other and are stuck witnessing their tortuously long slow burn.

(hyde and lanyon at some point probably come up with a scheme to try and get them to confess. it goes horribly wrong.)

so yeah. this au has been floating around in my head ever since i read the comic for the first time. it mainly came to be because of how well jasper and jekyll parallel each other and because i wanted to draw stupid fluff and older jasper lol.

if anyone has any ideas/questions/etc TELL ME!!!!! this is just a rough idea if you have a better concept go for it awhdvgevd

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blarshwritezz · 4 months

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Could you write a yandere worshipper with a god darling? The darling isn't a benevolent god and requires bloody sacrifices but they are willing to offer anything and everything to them. I would imagine a scenario where the god descends on earth for the first time and he gets to meet them, what would they do? An obsessive, extremely delusional yandere that believes they are meant to be the darling's spouse.

Gender neutral reader and male yandere possibly!

(Can have NSFW or not, whatever you feel most inspired to do)

-🔴🦊

Oh yes! The motivation has me in a chokehold with this one! Also, I was planning on adding NSFW, but got super caught up in the writing and didn't. I'm sorry

Yandere Worshipper x God Reader

M yan x gn reader

TW - obsessive behavior, delusional behavior, blood, torture, murder, harming animals, masochism, manipulation

Before you, his life was miserable. Nothing was worth living for. Everything absolutely pissed him off. Most nights he'd go into the forest behind his home and kill whatever small animals he could find rather than sleep. There was something relaxing about causing something to bleed and watching the light slowly drain from their eyes.

On one of those such nights, he just so happened to kill a rabbit on an abandoned altar. Your altar. He didn't really notice. It just seemed like another abandoned structure. Just a crumbling rock covered in vines to him. Nothing special whatsoever.

Oh how wrong he was. That "stupid rock" was exactly the thing that would change his life.

As the blood of the rabbit seeped through the vines and onto the stone, lightning struck. Odd, it wasn't supposed to rain that night. Regardless, he didn't want to get all wet, that'd be inconvenient. He went home, rain pouring as soon as he closed his door. Lucky timing.

It was nearly 3am, and he had to be up in 2 hours for work. Maybe he should actually try to get some sleep. Only bothering to take off his shoes, he went to the couch and flopped down. Tomorrow was going to be just the same. He closed his eyes, sleep taking him faster than usual.

It was dark. He never feared the dark, but there was something...eerie about this. It seemed like, other than a small area around him, this place was entirely void of light.

Was this a dream? It had to be. But it felt so...real.

The rabbit he had just killed tonight was suddenly tossed to his feet, coming from the darkness. But something was off. It had no blood left. It was completely dried up.

"My, you certainly are disgusting, aren't you?" A voice rang out all around him. "I adore it."

He tried to speak. To ask what was going on. But nothing. Not a sound came out of his throat.

"Let's make a deal." An ominous hand extended from the darkness. "I will give you all your darkest desires, let you harm whomever you want as horribly as you want. And all I ask of you is that you sacrifice their blood to me. Do we have a deal?"

Well, there's a reasons dreams are called as such. The idea of getting to live out his twisted desires freely absolutely was his dream.

Even if this wasn't real, he agreed anyway. He took the hand and shook it, feeling how cold it was. Your grip was brutal and freezing. If this was real, you might have almost broke his hand.

"That's a good boy~" Your voice faded away, drowned out by the sudden wind.

He awoke with a start. It was still the middle of the night. Checking his phone, he found that he only got about 10 minutes of sleep.

But he also found a large, unnatural bruise on his hand. Right where yours would have held it. Was that...not a dream?

He was hesitant at first. As much as he wanted it to be true, life just wasn't that good to him. But that next night, he went back to your altar. The rabbit and its blood were gone. It was too clean for some other animal to have taken it. So he wanted to try something out. He found three squirrels - it must have been a good night - and brought their carcasses to your altar.

And when he came back the next morning, there wasn't a trace of them.

So it was real...it really was! It started simple. He'd hunt small animals and deliver them to the altar. At some point, he even cleared the vines covering it and made sure the area was nice and clean for you. He's been getting frequent visits from you in his dreams. Even if all he knew was your hand and voice, you were growing more and more enticing...and he even gained your trust enough to allow him to speak!

But the little forest critters quickly learned to avoid the area. Some nights, he couldn't find a single thing for you. And so, during one of your dream visits, he begged and pleaded for an answer.

"My god, my perfect god, I am so sorry! No matter how far I go, I can't seem to find enough blood for you! Please, give me an answer! How shall I please you without enough sacrifices?" He was pathetic, down on his knees in front of you. Or at least, where he thought you were.

Truly, your mortal pet was adorable.

"My one and only follower, let me give you the answer..."

When you said it...it seemed so simple. And truly he was flattered.

He spent his days and nights doing exactly as you said. His home turned into more of a church dedicated entirely to you. A church he would get people to join. It was difficult at first. His people skills were lacking, to put it kindly. But with your perfect guidance, he was able to sweet talk anyone into joining your cult church. It was getting so big that he got to quit his job. After all, your new followers were paying him now.

Preying on the weak and desperate made it easy! But of course, he still had to make sacrifices to you somehow until these people could be used. He needed their trust first. So how did he give you blood? Why, by giving you his of course! Just like you said to!

He loved to make blood spill. But he never realized it would feel so good to spill his own blood. If it was for you, he'd tear out his organs and bones one by one until you were satisfied.

He was enjoying himself too much, and everyone could tell. Well, his followers didn't yet know exactly what was going on, but they knew something was wrong. He was getting paler. He was tired and confused, he could hardly walk straight, and he seemed short of breath from simple tasks.

You couldn't have this. You couldn't let your prophet die of blood loss so soon. There was still much work to do.

"You worry me, my devoted follower. How will you spread my word when you're so weak?" Your cold hand reached from the darkness in his mind, your finger gently stroking his cheek.

This was pure bliss. If only he could never wake up. Your cold hand on his face, heat quickly rising in his cheeks. How kind you were to worry for him. That must mean he truly was meant to be yours!

He worked even harder after that dream. Soon enough, you had hundreds of followers! Enough that no one would notice a few going missing. That was when he could finally make big sacrifices to you.

Those who weren't dedicated enough to you payed the price. The basement of his home turned into a lovely little torture chamber. Those who displeased you in even the smallest ways found themselves down there, and never found their way out. No matter how much they screamed or cried or begged, forgiveness was never earned, and therefore neither was freedom.

Some were so pathetic that they even died. Those ones were fun. Such large sacrifices pleased you anytime he dragged them out to the altar. They made you grow more powerful.

It took so long to get here. So much work. He's become unrecognizable. But finally it was time. He'll never forget this dream. He'd never dare forget any of them! He made sure to write them down after waking up.

"It's nearly time, my faithful follower." Your voice, your absolutely perfect voice surrounded him and rang throughout his head.

"Time for what, my god?" No matter what it was, he was eager. After all, you sounded so pleased right now.

"Bring all our followers to my altar tomorrow night. Do as I say."

The word echoed through his mind. You said "our" followers. As in both of you, together. Ah, he really was meant to be your husband! And you knew it too! Clearly, otherwise you wouldn't have worded it like that. You were a very wise god, after all. You would never misspeak.

Or maybe you were just manipulating him, preying on his mad desire for you. He wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

As with all your commands, he did exactly as you said. He would never dare disobey you. They were confused, whispering and murmuring to each other. He was confused too, but that didn't matter. He did what you told him to! He was such a good follower.

Thunder roared above, the wind slowly picking up until it could nearly blow the frail man away. Lighting cracked up above, and rain began to pour. Some of the followers tried to love, not wanting to be stuck in this storm, only to be stopped by sudden cracks of lightning.

It was storming about as bad as it was the first night he "met" you. He kept his eyes on your altar, his hands clasped in front of his chest. Something was about to happen...

Then lightning struck it. Your one and only altar was...not destroyed? An imposing figure sat atop it, the storm dying down.

His jaw dropped as he fell to his knees. It had to be...those hands. This immaculate presence. The sheer fear that struck through his heart. Yes, this was most certainly his beloved god.

While everyone else had looks of shock and terror on their faces, his expression was one of pure bliss. His cheeks were red, a wide grin on his lips as drool dropped down his chin. Your perfection was beyond his wildest imagination.

"Footrest." Your powerful voice commanded, motioning for him to come closer with two fingers. He gladly crawled to you, on his hands and knees as you rested your feet on his back.

He just couldn't stop staring at you. He had to memorize every last detail in case he never sees it again. His absolutely perfect spouse...

"I ought to introduce myself properly. Yes, I am your god. Kneel before me!" Your voice boomed, becoming the only sound in the dense forest. Some of your followers kneeled more hesitantly than others. Those who hesitated...were quickly killed.

Your worshipper was in awe of your power and authority. The way you took those pieces of filth's lives with just a flick of your wrist was utterly divine. He's never seen something so beautiful.

"Those of you who do not dedicate your very being to me...are to die here tonight." You smirked as the people uproar. Did they truly think you were as benevolent as they'd been told? It was their own fault for trusting the delusional man beneath your feet.

It was a massacre. A bloody, brutal, unstoppable massacre. No one was spared. No one but him. They would now be your slaves in the afterlife thanks to their (lackluster) devotion to you in life.

He was absolutely enamoured. He's never seen so much blood. Such beautiful red, so many dead bodies...you most certainly were a good deserving of his complete worship and devotion. It was he that did not deserve your magnificence.

"Now, my devoted worshipper...join me. Plunge this world into utter despair and chaos with me."

"Yes, my god!" He would do anything you wanted! Anything...this world would know your name, and it would be all because of him.

Alright, that was a good one! Endings are hard- also, sorry if there's any errors. It was a long one this time! (Yay!)

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droopywrites · 11 months

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did you ever did a part 2 to jjk dudes meeting their child who’s from the future?

⋆｡Part || of JJK MEN meeting their future kids｡⋆

Author's notes: I don't think I've posted it! Considering it kind of left my mind and the old draft is gone, but I did write everything I remember here. Also, it's like 3am and I wrote this crying, not proofread.

CW: Swearing, killing, cannibalism(?) like mention of eating people, children.

Pronouns used for the kids: She/her for Geto and It/its for Sukuna.

Part | (Warning, it's from 2021)

Geto

Starting off strong with Geto.

Definitely another girl. He's such a girl dad.

On a regularly scheduled day like always; it was wake up, talk with his connections, mingle with his family, check on Mimi and Nana, see whatever the hell the non-sorcerers wanted, get greeted by a little girl that wasn't supposed to be on the estate...

What the fuck.

How did she even get here? Why is she here?

Geto would stare at this child in confusion and look around, waiting for someone to claim her.

He has a soft spot for children. Sorcerers, of course. Non-sorcerers, debatable.

So, low and behold this little girl running up to him to clutch at his robes. Him trying to pry her off of him with her relieved cries of "Papa! Papa!" escaping her lips.

Papa?

Holds her by the shirt's scruff like a cat and squints, ready to scold her but pauses when he sees her face.

Because, holy shit, that's literally his twin. And suddenly every rare hookup played in his mind.

But no, she looked no older than 3. He hadn't been with anyone at that time, or ever yet. Not that far.

Drops everything for the next couple of days just to make sense of the situation, only telling his beloved family.

Mimi and Nana fawn over the idea of a little sister but are a bit restrictive if it's not a permanent thing.

The girl didn't speak much except for addressing Geto, the twins, oh and you.

You...?

You.

You, who had just returned from your trip overseas to oversee some tasks involving curses.

You, who the little girl immediately ran to and called "Mama! Mama!"

You, who Geto stared wide-eyed at and surprised as you two tried to settle the fact nothing even happened between you.

Yet.

When that little girl eventually left to her own time, with everything still fresh and confusing, Geto eventually approached you.

Because, well, he wanted to see that little girl again.

After few dates, then a relationship, then marriage. Maybe.

Sukuna

Listen, he is NOT spreading those cursed genes of his pre-human/post-cursed-spirit.

Man hates love.

But, during the Heian period. When some stupid kid wandered into his life as if it always belonged there, maybe, maybe, there was something else in that space in his chest but hunger and his definition of love.

So, there it was. Whatever it was. Standing there with large eyes focused on him with a semblance of admiration and malice.

"What are you looking at, brat?"

"You."

The audacity of this thing. He killed it immediately.

And then it came back. So, he killed it again. And again. And... what the fuck.

This little shit was persistent.

His kid. He doesn't know how. But definitely his kid.

A worthy successor? Fuck no, he's not dying or leaving it as some birthright to a hindrance.

Learning of its origins was pretty interesting, to say the least.

"Not a human? I figured. A curse made from me, huh? Someone weak must hate me so much."

That meant a human parent. Or multiple human parents. Gross.

He wasn't getting into that.

The kid was though.

It often visited this village to... eat? Kill? Fight? Whatever makes it happy.

...

The hell do you mean it was visiting its human mother?

It had a mother? It had a mother that cursed him so much it resulted in a personalized cursed child?

He could see it stare longingly at that woman's village and before he could even kill her, his offspring said goodbye.

"I'll see you in the future, yeah?"

And then Sukuna was sealed.

He probably searched for his offspring in the Modern era.

Author's notes 2: Stopping with these two because it's been a while since I've posted seriously on this account, 2 years? Maybe I've gotten better, maybe not. This was the idea but with updated better minds. Maybe I'll do the others separately again, Yuji, Yuta, Megumi, Toge. Just did the adults first. Doing Choso and Higuruma definitely.

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 2 months

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Two of a Kind

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word count: hahaha 2024

Notes: Y’all are literally so creative, I dont know if this is good enough but I sure hope it is!

This is stupid, this is so so stupid but he really doesn’t have a choice and he really doesn’t have much time and honestly, it’s probably a better idea to be doing this in the bathroom (which he’s done before) but there’s just a level of privacy his Jeep offers, especially since he parked in the back lot oh yeah and it’s 3am.

Buck pushes his seat back as far as it’ll go and takes out his phone. It’s- it’s embarrassing but he can’t help himself, she just looks so much like you, right down to the curve of her hips. She’s even got the same color nails you do, and he’s not a perv honestly he’s not. But when she shoves his hand down his pants, pulling his cock out and stroking it in time with the man absolutely railing the girl beneath him he feels like one, just a teeny bit.

“Fuck that’s it baby, fuck cum on this cock” he moans to himself, his hips thrusting up into his hand, he wishes it was your hand, he wishes it was your pussy squeezing his cock, soaking the front of his work pants. But that's wishful thinking

“Please, please deep-“

His hand freezes and he nearly drops his phone, fumbling with it to try and pause his video as fast as possible. He’s watched that video religiously all week, he knows every soft cry and every curse… and he’s never heard that before.

He looks around for a minute, his heart pounding in his ears as he sits forward just a little bit, his head peeking up from the window. That’s when he notices a soft glow in the car next to him. It’s a couple of spaces away, but the windows are cracked.

“Oh. Shit” He recognizes the Barbie pink car because he’s always teasing the owner of said car. He sits up a little more, he can’t get caught, not now. He can just see your pretty face illuminated by the phone in your hand, your lips are parted, soft moans falling like a symphony as you touch yourself. You’re in the passenger seat, it’s laid back like his was, your legs up on the dash as you work your clit slowly, your shirt is wide open and your pants are discarded somewhere he can’t see

It is 3am after all

He can feel his cock painfully throbbing at the sight of you, and he makes a decision, a very stupid decision but like… you guys are always so flirty at work and he’s head over heels and there’s literally no other perfect time

He fixes his pants, leaving his shirt partially open, and gets out of his Jeep, quietly closing the door and taking a deep breath. This is either going to be the hottest thing to ever happen to him or he’s being fired, there is absolutely no in-between.

He struts over, shaking out his arms. He’s not sure how you haven’t noticed him, and it’s just making him more nervous. He takes a deep breath before leaning down and knocking on your window

You shriek and cover your body, your phone falling to the ground as he puts his hands out in front of him

“It’s me!! It’s me! it’s just me!”

You throw your door open, swinging your legs down

“Are you insane?! That was terrifying!” You yell at him and he puts his hands over your mouth

“Shut up!! We’re gonna get caught!! Move over, come on”

You shove his hands away, climbing over the center console and he gets in the passenger seat. He looks around for a minute, he’d never been in your car before

“Well shit, this is actually pretty luxurious” he wiggles his butt and you facepalm, still sitting there in just your half-open work shirt and little else

“Can I help you??” You ask, holding your head in your hands

“Actually” He winks as he reaches down and grabs your phone, the video still playing, and his heart nearly stops when the man looks suspiciously like he does

“Was wondering if maybe I could help you”

You laugh a little, he’s crazy.

“Y-you want to what?”

“I’m gonna be honest with you… we came out here to do the same thing”

His cheeks are such a lovely shade of pink as he looks over at you, his eyes raking over your body hungrily. This isn’t the first time he’s looked at you like this, and definitely not the first time you’ve seen him do it.

“Y-you came out here t-to-“ He pulls his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and handing it over. The woman on the screen looks incredibly similar to you and your eyes widen, your heart pounding out of your chest

“Why don’t we get more comfortable in the back?” Buck is asking, as he gestures toward the backseat and you find yourself climbing over the chairs, curling up on the seat with your knees to your chest as Buck follows you.

He kicks off his shoes and sits in front of you, taking your legs and pulling them straight so they’re across his lap

“Better?”

You nod slowly, looking at his chest. His shirt is wide open as he leans back against the door and smirks at you, massaging your legs. He takes up so much of the backseat, it makes you feel smaller than you already are

“Now what?” You croak and he grins widely

“Maybe we just finish what we started?… together?” He pulls his cock out of his pants, it’s still rock hard, the tip dripping pre cum as he strokes it lightly. Your mouth goes dry as you stare at it, you’d seen the outline before, it just kind of happened, especially when he would work out… but seeing it?

Oh he’s a work of art

“Your turn” he eggs you on, watching as you shyly wriggle from your panties. He takes them from you, stroking himself with them for a minute

“F-fuck that’s good” He whimpers, his head falling against the window, his lips parting. He’s panting softly, using your panties to get off when he hears a little moan fall from your lips. His head jerks up and his eyes lock with your hand between your legs, sinking your fingers inside you.

You stop when he does, biting your lip. He watches with rapt attention as he slowly strokes his cock, and your fingers move in and out in time with his hand. He giggles a little deliriously, practically drooling over you as you fuck yourself with him. He speeds up, jerking his hips up into his hands and you do too, keening softly and sliding down on the seat further, your leg hooking around the chair in front of you

The lewd wet sounds of your pussy echo in the car around you as you pant together, your hands working together. He stops for a second, reaching for his phone in the front seat

“C-can I??” He holds it up, and you nod, your cheeks flushing

“Y-yea do it, want you to get off to me all the time”

Buck groans as he takes a minute to record you, keeping your body perfectly in frame. He zooms in on your fingers plunging in and out of your puffy pussy, dripping down onto the seat below you.

“Jesus you’re making such a mess” He whispers, his hand reaching out, softly rubbing the inside of your thigh. Your fingers slow to a stop as you stare at him, he looks at you and it’s like both of you are completely frozen

You reach for his phone, turn it around, and look at him expectantly

“A-are- do- do you mean???”

You bite your lip, nodding your head and he strokes his cock a couple times before tapping your clit with it. He relishes the feeling of your body jumping each time he does it. He drags his cock through your messy folds, admiring the way you coat his cock so nicely

“You want it?” He asks softly, his voice deepening “You want daddy’s cock?”

You nod eagerly, keeping the camera on your dripping sex and his hard cock as he leans down to kiss you, your lips connect for the first time and you easily melt into him. His kiss is long and passionate, his hands touching your hair gently and you sigh dreamily into his mouth as he wraps his tongue around yours, easily dominating you.

You’d both been crushing way too damn long. All the dirty jokes, the lingering glances, and subtle touches finally explode as he presses you down into the leather beneath you

His hands roam over her body, squeezing her ass and rubbing your clit in slow torturous circles while you’re spreading yourself open for him more.

"God you're so fucking hot," he murmurs between kisses, getting more worked up by the second. With one swift motion, he slides inside her, groaning at how tight and wet she feels.

“Y-you’re not so bad yourself” Your voice is high-pitched as he bottoms out, holding it there for a minute. He hands you back his phone, hitting the record button again

“Oh you’re not gonna wanna miss this”

Buck smirks, thrusting into her harder and faster, his grip on her waist tightening. "Fuck yeah, that's it," he encourages her, loving the way she responds to his touch. The sensation of her pussy gripping his cock sends shivers down his spine, making him want to pound into her even harder

“H-harder please- fuck go harder”

Buck growls lowly, "You like that, huh?" he asks, giving her exactly what she wants. He pounds into her relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the confined space of the SUV. His eyes roll back in pleasure, and he knows he won't last much longer. "Almost there, pretty girl," he warns her, his breath coming in short pants.

“Cum in me” She holds him to her, her nails dragging down his back, decorating his skin with pretty red lines

“Wanna go the rest of the shift feeling you inside me”

A shiver runs through Buck's body at your request, and he can feel his orgasm building up. "Fuck, yes," he groans, thrusting into you one final time before releasing his load inside you.

You sob out his name, cumming with him as he holds himself inside you, filling you with every last drop and loving the way your head tilts back into the seat, your body writhing underneath him as you finish

He lets out a satisfied little sigh, burying his face in your neck as he comes down from his high. "Damn, that was hot," he whispers, his breathing still labored. She nods along with him, panting softly in his ear

“Sooo hot”

“We should totally, totally do this again” Buck mumbles as he sits up, and lies back on the seat. He opens his arms and you push yourself up slowly, groaning at the soreness in your muscles, and collapse back on top of him where he cuddles you to his chest

“Every chance we get, really” you agree and he snickers, rubbing your back slowly

“So like… before we go further…”

“Are you gonna ask me “what are we?” You giggle and he rolls his eyes, blushing

“Maybe. Shut up.”

You look at him, your palms flat on his chest, your head resting on them “What do you think we are? Or rather, what do you want us to be?”

Buck shrugs, his hands moving up and down your sides, he can’t stop touching you

“Me? Personally? Would definitely prefer it if only my girlfriend filmed me fucking the shit out of her. But that’s just me…”

“So if I was your girlfriend…. We could make more? maybe, possibly?” You ask quietly and his cheeks flush deeply

“Isss that something you want to do? M-make uh- make pornos w-with me?”

“Only if you’ll be my boyfriend” You wink and he smacks your ass, gripping it tightly and pulling you against him suddenly to kiss you

“Oh fuck yes”

#words by rhys #911 x reader #rhys writes #911 fox #911 show #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #Rhys requests

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louloulemons-posts · 1 year

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Hello! I saw that you are accepting requests for strangeк things and I decided to try ... I really like reading your work and I would like you to write my idea if it's not difficult for you. In general, I sincerely believe that there is very little jealous!Eddie in the world and it kills me. What if Eddie and reader aren't together YET, but Munson is so damn jealous of her for Steve, and Steve and reader don't understand why Eddie is so...mean

+ extra points if Dustin solved all the problems again 😐😐

Sorry if this is too long and stupid! Love you!!!

Words Of Jealousy

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie can’t stand reader and she has no clue why.

Word count : 2.1k

Warnings : Not proofread, some parts were written at 3am and some at a normal time (i can only apologise i love napping) swears, eddies stupid, minor angst, eddies mean to reader, reader shouts at eddie, reader panics about death (it’s kinda funny), brief talks about the upside down, happy ending, fluffy, idiots in love.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You don’t really know why’s it like this, but it always had been. Eddie didn’t like you that much was clear. Snide comments, eye rolls, chuckling when you embarrass yourself.

All in all he was an asshole. He came into your friend group a few months back, you’d seen him around before that, but hadn’t interacted much.

Steve Harrington had been your best friend since Pre-K, being inseparable (minus the King Steve - which you’ll forever tease him for) A lot of people assumed you’d end up together, however, the idea of that was gross to both of you.

You had dealt with the whole Upside Down situation also, becoming close with a lot of other people - including Robin Buckley, your other bestfriend and third of your trio.

“So I was thinking, we could have a movie night?” Steve said, his parents had been back for a week and had now gone on another business trip. He needed a fun night after dealing with those two trolls.

“Sounds good, but you’re not picking,” you spoke. “Why not?”

“Because your movie taste is awful,” Robin spoke, shoving a handful of M&Ms into her mouth. “What the hell? It’s not, I literally work in a movie store!”

“Which makes it so much worse,” you sighed, leaning your head on robins. “I’ll pick them out,” Robin spoke.

“Now you I trust.” She leaned her head back and kissed your chin.

“Fine fine, I’ll invite people.”

“Who are people?” you asked.

“Well you know, Nance, Jonathan, the kids, and you know …” he mumbled something.

“What was that?” He mumbled again.

“Couldn’t quite hear you Stevie.”

“Eddie.” You rolled your eyes, groaning. “He’s not that bad!” Steve tried to say.

“To you. He’s horrible to me and I don’t even know why!”

The bell to the store jingled, a sign that someone had walked in. “Speak of the devil,” you said, kissing Robin on the top of the head before jumping off the counter. “I’ll see you guys later,” you said to Robin and Steve, kissing the boys cheek as you passed.

“Aw going so soon Sweetheart?” Eddie asked, exaggerated pout on his face. “Oh bite me,” you said, shoulder bumping him as you went past.

What an asshole.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Steve had called you later on and apologised about the fact that Eddie was coming. He had begged you to come also, of course you said yes. You didn’t like Eddie, but that wouldn’t ruin your relationship with your best friend.

Climbing out of the car with your bag - you planned on staying the night, like most nights. You walked into Steve’s house, calling out a greeting.

“Hey,” he shouted back, head popping round a corner. “I’m taking my stuff upstairs, I’ll be back in a minute.” Jogging upstairs and into your allocated room you placed your bag on the bed. Pulling out your hoodie you slid it on heading back downstairs.

Coming out of the door, you bumped into someone, “Oh shit sorry Stevi- oh,” you spoke, meeting the eyes of a metal head.

“Watch yourself Sweetheart.” Walking away from him you began your decent on the stairs.

“Not talking to me today?” he asked.

“Ha, you’re funny,” you spoke, sarcasm lacing your tone. “Oh yeah, why’s that?” Stopping on a step and turning to him, “Why the hell would I waste my time?”

“Come on Sweetheart don’t be like that!”

“Jesus christ Eddie can you just shut up for one fucking second. I get you don’t like me, but I’m not here for you I’m here for our friends, so get your head out your house.”

His face went still, the playful glimmer leaving his eyes and jaw clenching. “I was teasing, maybe you should stop being such a bitch for once in your life,” he snarled, stomping past you.

As you said - asshole.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Woah, you okay Eddie?” Dustin asked him.

“Princess’ got an issue today,” he rolled his eyes, sighing. “Let’s be honest, you’re not the nicest to her,” Steve spoke up, pulling a can of cola from the fridge for the boy.

“Doesn’t mean she gets to-”

“Eddie I’m telling you this as your friend, you insult that girl in front of my and I’ll break your nose,” Steve spoke, popping the tab and sliding the can to him.

The boy sighed again, taking a gulp of the drink. “Not everyone ends up liking each other and being friends Eddie, don’t take it personally,” Dustin tried to comfort him.

“I wouldn’t want to be her friend.”

“Well lucky me, cause that’s the last thing I want,” you spoke, appearing in the kitchen, making all three of them jump. Eddie almost seemed to wince when he saw you.

“ I get you don’t like me, but do not come in here and speak badly of me to MY friends. You have an issue I get that, you are rude and mean to me all the time and I don’t have a clue why, honestly I don’t care,” you took a breath.

“But do not, speak badly of me to my friends. I would have happily been buds with you, but you don’t want that clearly, every time I’ve been nice you’ve been cruel. Maybe grow up Eddie, fucking asshole,” you spoke.

After he left you on the stairs, you’d turned around and grabbed the bag. You couldn’t do this, even for Steve, you didn’t want to ruin the night with that horrible tension and simmering bitterness.

Turning on your heal you left the house heading to your car, heading your name called behind you. “I’m sorry Steve, just have a good night. I call you tomorrow and me, you and Robs can do something okay.” Kissing his cheek, you climbed in and headed off.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You didn’t drive home, you felt many things. Angry. Upset. Tired. You never had a solid reason why he didn’t like you and you know, like Dustin said, not everyone gets along. But he got along with everyone else - why not you?

You car clunked. Shit. Could this day be any more shit? It was getting dark too. You had no signal. And you were down a creepy side road. You were dead, that was simple.

Heading to the front of your car, you opened your car up. Smoke flooding your lungs. Well shit, you weren’t bad with cars, but you weren’t a magician. This definitely needed a mechanic.

Looking around you knew where you were, but the walk was far and it wasn’t that safe. You climbed back into the car, placing your head on the steering wheel. All you could do was wait here for now and hope that someone drove passed (preferably not a murderer) or sleep there until morning (and didn’t get killed).

Thank god for your hoodie, Autumn was rolling in quickly this year. Only a few days into September and it was sending a chills all over you - that could also be fear. If a light flickered, you’d vomit on the spot.

You sighed, well you’d better get comfy for now. The sunset was a beautiful sight, but also scary and you wished it would stop.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You’d been there for a while now, not wanting to waste your gas. It was cold and dark, and you could cry.

The car filled with light, looking behind you, a vehicle drove down the road. Squinting, you tried to make out what it was - a van. Oh shit, yes definitely dead.

Panicking, you tried to start the car again. No use. The lights of the van remained on, but the door of it slammed. Throwing yourself out of the car, you saw the large figure coming towards you.

Attempting to walk as quickly as you could without sprinting, you heading down the road and away from whoever it was. “Hey!” you heard a voice, but continued on your way.

Gravel crushed under two sets of feet, one moving alarmingly quick now. Hands gripped your shoulders and you screamed, squirming to get away. “Hey hey! Sweetheart calm down!” The voice said loudly now.

Shoving away from the person you almost cried out, “Eddie? What the hell?”

“Are you okay?” he asked, hands visible to you, as if you were a scarred animal. “Oh yeah, minus the minor heart attack I’m great.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“My car broke down,” you sighed.

“Have you been here since you left Steve’s.”

“Pretty much.”

“Sweetheart you left 5 hours ago, people are worried.”

“What?” you asked, “Why would anyone be worried?”

“Well …,” he began.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Steve walked back into the kitchen, hand running through his hair. “What is your issue with her?” he snapped at Eddie, unable to ignore the behaviour anymore.

“I don’t have an issue! She’s just not my type of person!”

“Not your type of person, she’s everyone’s type of person. She’s sweet and kind and just lovely.”

“She’s you best friend, you’d think that!”

“So what you just hate her for no reason?”

“I don’t hate her!”

“Then why do you behave the way you do?”

“He likes her,” Dustin spoke up, munching on a potato chip. The older boys turned and looked at her. “W-what?” Eddie asked.

“You can deny it all you want, but you’re acting like most young boys do when they like people. Tease them, which in all honesty is so stupid.”

“Is it true? Do you like her?” Steve asked.

“N-no! I wouldn’t! I wouldn’t do that to you!”

“Do what to me?” Steve asked cocking his head, purely confused. “S-she’s your girl.”

“Yeah my best friend. But she’s not my girl in a romantic sense. That’s gross, we’ve know each other forever, she’s basically my sister.”

“What?” Eddie asked, not really a question.

“God you’re stupid. Go after her,” Dustin sighed. “Henderson’s right, go,” Steve spoke. Eddie nodded, running out of the house and to his van.

Driving to your home he was confused not to see you car there, but knocked the door none the less. Pulled open, he came face to face with your mother. “Oh hello, can I help you?” No judgement at all - that wasn’t common.

“Hi, I’m Eddie. I’m a uh … friend of your daughters. I was just wondering if she was home?”

“Sorry Honey, she’s staying at a friends tonight. I can get her to call you when she’s home,” she smiled at him softly.

“Thank you,” he nodded, raising a hand in goodbye, heading back to his car. “Where are you Sweetheart?” He mumbled to himself.

Deciding that heading back to Steve’s was the best option, to see if she’d cooled off and gone back. He panicked when he saw the absence of your car, Steve would know where you’d go.

Running in the house, he didn’t even bother to knock, calling out for your bestfriend. “You’re back?” he questioned.

“If she wasn’t home where would she be?”

“She’s not home?”

“No,” the metal head sighed.

“Shit.”

“Yeah shit.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“We’ve been looking for you for hours Sweetheart.”

“I didn’t mean to worry anyone, I just didn’t want to walk in the dark.”

“You’re lucky it was me who found you.”

“I know.”

“Seriously you could have been hurt, why didn’t you go home?”

“Because I needed to clear my head!”

“So you come to somewhere unsafe.”

“I was passing through! Why are you so bothered?” you almost shouted at him.

“Because I’d never forgive myself if you got hurt because of me!”

“Why?”

“How can you not know?”

“Know what?”

“I like you! For fuck sake! This is what all of this has been about. I thought you were with Steve and I’d rather you be happy with him and hate me then be nice and let me fall in love with you,” he said in one breath.

“Wha-“

“I know it’s stupid and childish, but I don’t really know how to talk to girls I like! And I panicked and I didn’t want Steve to hate me for liking his girlfriend.”

“‘M not his girlfriend.”

“I know that now.”

“You like me.”

“I do.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I am.”

“I’ve liked you since Middle School.”

“I kno- Wait what?”

“You heard me. Now can you help me with my car because I am freezing.”

“Oh uhh yeah sure. I can get my Uncle to call his buddy to tow it to the shop.”

“Thank you Eddie.”

You headed back to your cars, side by side. “You really like me?” he asked.

“I do. You’d know that if you got to know me.”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“You can make it up to me.”

“How so?” You smiled slightly, then linked your fingers through his ring covered ones. “Take me on a date Munson.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

A/N : I hope you enjoyed this request it was really fun to do more jealous Eddie, but I had to make it happy in the end.

I am having major writes block so if you have any ideas of requests or stuff let me know. I’m currently back in my criminal mind phase so if you’d be interested in fics about the guys from that (-mainly spencer lmao) let me know 🤍

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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starsomens · 6 months

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Okay hear me out

Noah and the reader have been together for years and one day when he came back home preparing for a special date with the reader she came in and they had a huge argument because of fake dating rumours about him and someone else online and the reader goes back to where she originally lived and the guys promised her that they wouldn't let Noah go but eventually he does chase after her to explain everything but here's the thing the day of the date...

He was going to propose.

idk if you like this idea just something that came up in my mind at 3am I just need you to write a actual good version of my version

Love you so much❤

Hello my love! It did not ignore this it’s because I took THAT long to get it all done 😭

I will use Poppy as a place holder of the rumors for this ask. I DO NOT CONDONE SENDING HATE TO POPPY OR SUPPORT OR SPREAD ANY RUMORS OR SPECULATION ABOUT HER!

"Don't act like you don't love the attention you getting from her!" you yell back at him

"Are you fucking stupid? Do you fucking hear yourself?" he yells back

This was a very explosive argument. This was their biggest tour yet, and successful nonetheless! But...there of course is always a downside to things and in this case it was, rumors. Specifically, romance rumors with Poppy since he had been seen with her a few times. The first was at the release party where Noah was attending without you....then the tour started.

You were tagged in countless pictures and posts of Poppy and Noah how everyone was calling them a cute couple, asking about you and asking if you both had split. Then the handshakes started, no it wasn't a big deal but with everything piling on....her doing something like a handshake...something so cute....you only wanted it to be with you

He came home wanting to take you out but you were just so tired and over everything. You didn't even give Noah one of your long passionate kisses like you usually did

"Yeah I do! It sounds like one of us is making sense!"

"Goddamn it Y/N, what the fuck is your problem?"

"You and her are my problem!" you were trying hard to hold back tears and keep your voice strong

"Will you fucking grow up, she toured with us, she sang on stage-"

"She wore you jacket, she did handshakes with you, you twirl her-"

"Are you fucking kidding me? A twirl? How old are you 5?"

"You don't fucking get it Noah," you sigh sitting back down on the sofa massaging your temples "it's more than that-"

"No it's not Y/N! You're fucking jealous over an artist who toured with us! You're so fucking insecure you can't stand to think I'm talking or interacting with some girl I work with," he snapped "i bust my ass on tour, show after show and I come back only for you to put up this bullshit?"

"......"

"Yeah keep you're fucking mouth shut because you know you're on some bullshit letting social media dictate our relationship like the gullible dumbass you are!"

You felt your chest snap and you bite your inner cheek as you stand from the sofa and go near the front door.

“Y/N….Y/N wait, I didn’t mean that you know what I mean- it’s- you’re not-“

The door slams and you left your shared home. You just walked instead of taking the car and that way he just wouldn't know where you were since the car was home. You even texted Nick and Jolly to keep him at bay because you just wanted space and to be alone.

This is NOT how this night was supposed to go....at all. AT ALL! He wanted to come home, take you to your favorite place, some ice cream after and then ask you to-

*Knock knock*

It was Nick and Jolly, they had com initially to try and calm the situation down, mostly Noah and to figure out what happened and how it all went down hill. Well, Noah explained what had happened. He started to hear the story for himself from his own mouth, and he stopped in the middle of the story and just stood up from the couch.

“I need to find her.”

“Look man, I think she just wants her space this was a lot-“

“You don’t get it Nick I NEED to find her. One way or another I’m gonna talk to her and apologize”

They really did try and stop him. They tried to stop him from leaving the house, but somehow his lanky ass got out the door. He gone to the car and drove around for a few minutes thinking of where you could possibly be. He tried calling and texting you and you were completely ignoring him. He even asked your friends, but he knew that they wouldn’t give him any information knowing that if he told them, he upset you, they would never want to hear from him again.

“Come on think! Think!” He scolds himself “…….wait what if-“

He makes a sudden turn on his next right. There was one place he could try, it may have been a slight chance but he remembered you said that it was strangely cozy and calming to be there. And it was a close enough walk to get there in about 10 minutes or so

As soon as he makes it to his studio building, he parks quickly and makes his way to the door and upstairs. Usually he would like doing some studio work at Home, most times when he is in the studio it’s when he’s working with the rest of the boys or really just needs to focus into the song he’s working on. He had you with him couple times and you really liked it there. He had given you a copy of the key to the studio only because if you ever felt that you were unsafe or you needed somewhere to go he wanted me to be somewhere where people knew you and he knew you’d be safe there. It was more than an emergency type of thing for you to have the key, but this was the one place he knew that you may be in.

He he he thought that you may have not been there, but he heard the very familiar sniff of you when you were crying….shit.

He gives a knock to one of the tables as to not startle you. He sees you and walks over to you, huddled into a ball and you were facing away from him. You knew his presence was there, but you didn’t want to look at him he said.

“Hey…..” he has no idea why he would start that way when he knew that you wouldn’t answer that

“Y/N, look I know I fucked up and I shouldn’t have said what I said, and you know that I didn’t mean it. I never think of you that way-“

“ but you still said it. It Hass to be true for you in some part of your mind…..” wasn’t true at all. He was just spewing bullshit. He doesn’t think any of that you ever in his entire life.

“No I don’t. Y/N, was being stupid Oky? I didn’t mean anything when I said that. None of that is true. I’ve never seen you that way in my eyes you know that….im sorry.” he knew that no matter what his explanations were he still had to apologize to you and he really was sorry from the deepest parts of his heart. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt the person he loved the most in this world.

His heart broke every time he heard you sniff, or he saw the very faint shape of a tear falling down your cheek

“Y/N…. You know when we started dating I had a really deep talk here actually with Nicolas. that’s when I told him that I was seeing you, but I also told him that I was really scared…” he admits, you never heard from him “ I was scared because I didn’t know I would be doing the right thing and I didn’t know if I knew how to be a good partner in a relationship, especially because of growing popularity of the band I was…afraid that it would scare you off”

You turn your head just a bit, but not completely as you listen to his story

“ and Nick gave me probably the best advice I could have for that moment. He told me that relationships wouldn’t be easy because they never are and I’m going to fuck up really bad sometimes….. and you’ll forgive me even though I fucked up really bad. You should have forgive me still did.

“I-“

“ if you don’t forgive me, I understand. But I need you to understand that I know in this world you’re…you’re my entire world at this point, my source of happiness. Was supposed to go this way. I had an entire thing planned and I fucked it up because I didn’t reassure you in the right way.”

“Noah I….maybe I was-“

“No you weren’t. I know what you’re going to say and you weren’t being overdramatic you weren’t being jealous. Miscommunication, but that wasn’t your fault. It was mine for not clearing it up. I wanted to do this in a different setting and a different way but…” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box. He opens it to reveal delicate, like it was personally crafted to his design.

“Noah…..” you just couldn’t pinpoint your mix of emotions. You were still mad at him but at the same time you should have known better than to believe rumors and he pulled out.

“Y/N, my princess, my world, my muse, my everything. You’re the reason I keep going and keep trying to be a better person. The amount of questions I’ve answered as to how I’ve been able to do so many things and accomplish so many obstacles and just improve myself as a person and an artist…. All my answers come back to you. You are the reason for everything. We had a lot of thinking to do and one of the constant thoughts in my mind was you….”

You turned around fully facing him, fat tears running down your cheeks, and all you could do was just guck at him while he poured his emotions out. You were mad at him you knew how hard it was for him to fully express himself emotionally.

“… constantly every issue, every decision I always went back to you and how he would feel and what you would say. I love you. I went to the local jewelers and looked at rings and I bought it without hesitation because I just knew. I’m an asshole, and a jerk,”

“And a big fat meanie pants” you throw in your inside joke and he chuckles

“Yes, the biggest meaniest pants in the world. But the one thing I know I’m sure of is that I love you and I don’t want to picture the rest of my life without you. Y/N….will you give me the honor of being your husband? If you’ll still have me.”

You chuckle as the tears still fall

“ you are the dumbest guy I’ve ever dated…..”

He could feel his heart sinking his chest, thinking that you were about to rip him a new one, and he wouldn’t blame you….

“But, you’re also the most sincere I’ve been with……Noah, somehow always find a way to make up for your wrongs and I have no idea how you do it” you giggle as you closer to him, he was still holding the box waiting for your response

“ as long as you promise you’ll make up for tonight I think I can marry you”

“Awh even after I poured my entire soul out to you?” he says, sarcastically holding a hand over his chest. “ I think I can work something out.”

“You better, I can take my back answer back” smile slides the ring onto your finger and hold your hand tightly

“Eh I don’t think so baby, you’re stuck with me for life now,” he slides his hand up your arm after he puts the ring on and gently squeezes and caress the skin with his thumb

“I really am sorry baby. Truly deeply sorry.” he stands up and holds your hands as he do to bring you up with him and he brings you into a hug as he repeatedly kisses your head. “ and makes it up to you. I think I know a way to put those rumors to rest.”

“You do?” You looking up at him and he gives you a nod

The next day, Noah takes it upon himself to get back onto his social media platforms and announce his engagement to you. He made sure to include some of his favorite pictures of you guys together and wrote a heartfelt small paragraph. Putting arrest to the rumors and addressing who it was in his life that he loved the most.

It was saved to say that the band and him had blown up over the next week with the engagement course, Noah wasn’t big on social media as he has stated before and it wasn’t a huge deal but him going out of his way to put a statement out there on your end his behalf really did mean something to you. Next step was to plan for the actual wedding.

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inadaydream99 · 11 months

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Kiss Me

Stray Kids x reader, very fluffy and some use of cringy pet names

A/N - I have no idea where Jeongin’s one came from, but sometimes I just begin writing and see where it’ll take me… enjoy! 😂

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and does not represent any of the members in real life. Anything I’ve missed, please let me know!

Chan

“Don’t pretend you don’t want to kiss me.”

It’s been three days since Chan had teased you with those words and you haven’t been able to get it out of your head since. Even without seeing him, he’s still been pestering you. Or rather, the memory has.

It had all started because you’d gotten into some petty bickering between you. It was so trivial you can’t even remember what it was about. All you know is that you’re meant to be mad at him for it. But that stupid last sentence he called after you with hasn’t let you have a moments peace.

“Baby, are you ok?” He picks up after the first ring, the concern laced through his tone making your heart summersault.

“No. It’s 3am and I’m still awake…” you sleepily grumble down the phone.

“Well, go to bed then.” He teases, his tone bright and chirpy from the other side. Of course he’s unaffected by the time, your boyfriend is practically nocturnal.

“But I can’t!” You whine, letting out a soft cry.

Chan’s “why not?” seems instantly more serious. You can just imagine how his lighthearted expression fell off his face when he realised you weren’t playing with him.

“Because I’m supposed to be mad at you and I don’t know why and I just want to sleep but all I can think about is kissing you.”

There’s a few too many seconds of silence after you finish your complaining, to the point where you have to pull your phone away from your ear to make sure the call hasn’t cut off. “Chan?”

“I’m on my way baby.” He sounds like he’s rushing about, hearing a door slam behind him in the process. “Just don’t fall asleep before I get to you ok?”

You feel smug knowing he’s just dropped everything to fulfil your wish of kisses. Yawning again as you drearily mutter an “ok.” to him before the call ends.

Spoiler: you are asleep by the time he gets to you and he can’t bring himself the wake you when you look so snug. He doesn’t know how you manage to look so beautiful even while sleeping. So, instead, Chan cuddles up beside you, gently pulling you into his arms. But not before placing a delicate kiss to your pouted lips.

Minho

There’s a comfort in getting home after a long day to find your best friend Minho already waiting for you. It never fails to put a smile on your face seeing him making himself at home in your place; helping himself to snacks from your cupboards or kicking his feat up on the coffee table as he sinks into your sofa and watches tv. Entering your small apartment to find him already there, waiting for you, can instantly make any bad day so much better. Just like today…

Except, this time you return home to find Minho already fast asleep.

At first you don’t realise he’s not awake, calling out to him from the door as you slip off your shoes and shrug off your jacket. But then you realise his lack of invitation to join him on the sofa, or his offer of snacks that he’d already helped himself to.

Approaching said sofa, you quietly peer over to find him fast asleep. He looks so peaceful with the way his mouth hangs slightly agape, the hood of his hoodie pulled up over his head and his arms folded across his chest in a self hug. Adorable. It’s slightly strange to see him like this, so vulnerable and delicate. There’s not many people Minho feels close enough to to let his guard down around and it warms your heart to know that you are one of them.

Just as you decide to leave him be to go shower, his hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, making you jump out of your skin with a squeak. His amused chuckle fills the room at your response.

“I thought you were asleep.” You pant, your free hand on your chest, still feeling your heart race.

“I was until someone started watching me like a creep.” His smile taunts you. You just roll your eyes, muttering “rude” under your breath as you begin to pull yourself away from his grasp.

“Come cuddle.” His hand squeezes your wrist in resistance, already overpowering your weak attempt to move away from him by guiding you to the front of the sofa.

“But I want to shower.” You pout, caving the second Minho tugs you down into him and wraps his arms around you securely.

“You can shower later.” He mumbles, resting his chin on the top of your head.

Damn Minho and his ability to persuade you. Damn him and his snuggly hoodie… and how safe he makes you feel in his arms…

You lift your head from his chest after a few minutes of silence to see he’s back to resting. With his arms still clutching your body firmly, it’s a little difficult to move, but you are able to free your arms so they rest on the cushions on either side of his torso.

Minho’s grip on you is more lax than you’d initially realised. You notice this as you use your arms to leverage yourself into a half push-up (the rest of your body still laying against his).

There’s something so mesmerising about him as he sleeps. An angelic quality that makes your heart swell. You find your fingers itching to reach out to move the hood away from his face a little so you can cup his cheek. Delicately letting the pads of your fingers smooth over his soft skin.

“Will you just kiss me already.” Your breath hitches when you register his words. Again, you hadn’t realised Minho wasn’t asleep. And, again, you’d been caught admiring him.

Initially, you’re a little unsure if he’s actually just asked you to kiss him or if you’ve just imagined he did. That is until his eyes slightly open to stare you down, wordlessly commanding you to do it.

So you do. Without hesitation you draw your lips into his and let them melt into each other. Crossing a new boundary in your friendship with ease. And you know that neither of you will ever go back.

Changbin

Changbin had been trying his hardest to get you to kiss him. He really had. But all he’s managed to get from you so far is an eye roll as you walk away.

“So you’d really leave me like that.” He plops onto the sofa beside you with a cute pout.

“Like what?” You hold back the amusement wanting to show in favour of raising a brow towards your boyfriend. Maybe you want him to think he’s annoying you because he’s momentarily stealing your attention from the TikTok playing on your phone. Maybe you don’t want to give away how much you really do want to cave in and kiss him.

“(Y/N)~~~” he whines loudly and you can’t help the light laughter that sounds from you upon his emerging tantrum.

“Binnie, I really don’t know what you’re going on about.” You shake your head, lowering your voice to a whisper as you peer around the room, “and people are staring.”

“One kiss and I’ll stop.” His voice continues to reverberate the space around you, making you wince a little. You know he knows your resolve is wearing thinner and thinner with every loud noise he makes. You’ve been together for too long and he knows you too well to not catch on.

“Fine.” You huff. “Come here.” You reach your hand out to pull him closer by his broad shoulder, biting down on your bottom lip upon feeling the toned muscle underneath.

Changbin is silent, simply sending you the smirk he always does when he gets his own way. He’s very pleased with himself right now. You have to fight the eye roll when he puckers his lips at you, the temptation to tease him by shoving him away all too strong.

But the next thing you know, his lips have captured yours, your bottom lip being sucked between his. There’s not an ounce of you that could push him off now. Not with how good his lips feels against yours.

“Why’d you stop?” You complain when Changbin detaches from the kiss, smugly darting his tongue across his bottom lip as he eyes you cockily.

“Cause if you want to kiss me like that then we need to go somewhere less public.”

Hyunjin

You really don’t like your past self right now and if you could turn back time, you’d go back to the week before when you’d let Hyunjin rile you up to the point of your ego getting the better of you and smack yourself in the face.

“Don’t be such a sore loser and kiss me.” Hyunjin taunts, smirking at you in such a way you are unsure if you should be annoyed or turned on.

“Stop being a sore winner and I’ll consider it.” You fire back almost instantly, without filter between your brain and mouth.

Hyunjin chuckles at your retort, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in amusement. Cocky bitch. He knows that’s one of your weaknesses.

“I wouldn’t test my luck if I were you, Princess.”

You gulp. There goes your sanity.

His tone drips confidence and authority in a way that you’ve never witnessed from your friend before. Sure, you’ve seen this side of him when he’s doing something he loves like dancing. But the power he radiated in those moments and the power he radiates now are polar opposites.

He’s watching you in an almost predatory way, his eyes darkened and narrowed onto your smaller frame. The bet has ended and he wants his prize.

“Hyune- I” you stumble over your words, mouth dry and mind blank as you watch him take a few slow but sure steps closer to you.

“You what,” he raises a brow. “Can’t wait to kiss me?”

There’s no space between you now and you couldn’t run even if you wanted to because you’ve been backed into the wall. Between Hyunjin’s hands holding your hips and his eyes staring deeply, unashamedly into yours, you’re practically paralysed.

Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down, anticipating his lips on yours. That’s why it startles you to feel his warm breath fan your neck, his lips grazing your skin as they trail their way up to the corner of your mouth, leaving a burning in their wake.

“Princess, if I’d known you’d react to me like this I would have kissed you a long time ago.”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear his whispered words, leaving no time before he finally crashes his lips into yours.

Jisung

It was a few days ago when he’d heard your muffled confession through your bedroom door, where you’d confided to your friend that you were missing your boyfriend because he’d been so busy recently.

It made Jisung’s heart break to know that you felt that way, even if it was completely unintentional. And he hasn’t been able to get it off his mind since. All the guilt troubling him into overthinking and being unable to focus properly. Had he really been neglecting you? Had he really been that bad of a boyfriend?

Of course, he didn’t directly confronted you about it. Instead, he decided to be extra attentive to you. So when he next payed you a visit, Jisung wrapped you in his arms, fully intending on not letting you go. He placed kisses on every inch of your face and doted on you as though you were unable to do anything for yourself.

He’s been super clingy for the past week. Leaving work on time instead of staying late, sleeping at your place, kissing you goodnight and good morning and - all in all - just showering you in so much affection. It feels just like when you first started dating all that time ago, when everything was new and exciting.

“Baby!” Jisung calls out for you, getting you to enter your bedroom to find him already laying on his side of your bed. When you chuckle an amused “what?” at him, he simply opens his arms and makes grabby hands, impatiently begging for you to cuddle. “And a kiss.” He mumbles into your shoulder, only pulling away so you are able to reach his lips.

You give him a few short pecks without hesitation, your free hand smoothing over his cheek as you do so.

“What’s gotten into you recently?” You laugh, voicing the question that’s been circling your mind the last few days when Jisung complains, dissatisfied with your short kisses. “You’ve been so clingy.”

“I just want to remind you how much I love you.” He sulks. “I feel like I’ve not done that enough recently and I never want you to forget that…” he trails off, becoming shy from his own feelings.

Suddenly his recent behaviour make so much more sense. He’s doubting himself as a partner. You find yourself remembering the feelings you expressed to your friend before. Remembering that evening, you realise that is when your boyfriend had started smothering you; he’d heard what you’d said. You couldn’t feel more guilty if you tried.

“I know.” You nuzzle your nose against his, “and I love you more than anything in this world.” You gush.

“I love you too baby.” He whispers back.

Felix

Felix had been acting differently around you recently. At first it was so subtle you hardly noticed. But with every passing day and week, things would begin to add up that just felt… suspicious…

For starters, he’d been a lot more touchy with you. And again, at first you hardly noticed because it’s no secret that Felix loves a cuddle. But what had started as his usual asking for a friendly hug, slowly developed into him pulling you into back hugs without saying a thing, or wrapping his arm over your shoulder, or oh-so causally slipping his hand into yours while walking beside you.

You weren’t sure if Felix was even aware of these new ways of affection being shown towards you. He’d never made any comment about it verbally, nor had anything else in your friendship changed. So, despite it continuing to mentally drive you crazy from all your overthinking, you decided it would be best to not say anything. After all, you really enjoy being closer to him and you’re sure that if you’d ever indicated you didn’t like it, then Felix would stop. He’d never make you feel uncomfortable.

It’s a casual Friday evening when things take even more of a turn however.

After spending the evening surrounded by your group of friends, one by one they’d slipped off to do their own things. It started when Chan excused himself to finish some work on his laptop after dinner. Then Changbin left for the gym. Shortly after was Jeongin, who dragged himself off to bed after nearly falling asleep on the sofa. The rest slowly slipping away for various reasons until only you and Felix remained.

“You not sleepy yet Lix?” You lean into him to whisper, the movie still playing on the tv before you. Even though no one else was around, it still felt wrong to speak at full volume.

“A little…” he trails off, turning to meet your eyes.

You admire the way his sleepy smile reaches his heavy lids. How his cheeks, despite the dim lighting of the room, seem to have a rosy hue to them. His hair is still a little static on top from the boisterous play fight he’d had with Seungmin hours ago, but it looks more fluffy than anything. And his lips…

You’re so engrossed in admiring him that you entirely miss his words, blinking yourself back into the moment with a “huh?”

“Will you kiss me now?”

You find yourself looking from his serious eyes to his lips and back again, trying to decipher if you’d really just heard him correctly. There’s not a single element of joking on his face, and the more his words register, the more you struggle to look anywhere but his soft, plump, kissable lips.

“Are you still with me sweetheart?” He smirks as he leans down to you, one of his fingers sitting under your chin to make you eye level. You’re awestruck by everything about him. Your mind running on overdrive trying to process as much as quickly as you can.

And then it all clicks. He’d been waiting for this moment, slowly warming you up with increasing forms of skin-ship and lingering touches. It has all been intentional.

You’re the first to close off the small space between you, crashing your lips into his with so much force you feel Felix almost fall back. Luckily he’s able to steady himself without breaking away, his hands clutching onto either side of your waist as you pull him in closer by cupping his cheek.

And that’s how you stay for the rest of the night, in each others arms and with enough kisses to make up for an eternity of lost time.

Seungmin

“Just kiss me.” Seungmin deadpans, not impressed in the slightest by you, nor is there any hint of amusement towards your devilish laughter.

You’d been dodging your boyfriends kisses all day, wanting to see how far you could push him before he did something about it. And judging by the way he’s shooting daggers at you, you think he’s almost there.

“Ew gross.” You fake a grimace, stepping further away from Seungmin.

“Ok. That’s it.” He practically growls, striding towards you so quickly you barely have enough time to think of your next move. The time it takes for your brain to register his fast movements and your body to spring into action are only just enough for you to escape his clutches. “Hey! Get back here!”

Seungmin follows your trail of shrieks and giggles as you do your best to rush away. But his place - while far bigger than yours - doesn’t go on forever and eventually you reach a dead end.

“Any last words pumpkin?” He tilts his head at you. You can tell he’s trying to hold back the smile that wants to overtake his stern expression. The corners of his mouth are faltering. “Or do you want to keep disobeying me?”

You have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from blurting all the sassy comebacks that are daring to slip out. But you know you’re in very dangerous waters. Your boyfriend has closed off so much space he could capture you in his arms and never let you go.

“Puppy…” you swallow your pride, making your voice as timid as you can as you blink innocently up at him. This tactic almost never fails getting you out of trouble…

An adorable smile breaks out across Seungmin’s face, finally dropping his faux-anger in favour of showing the joy it brings him to see you at his mercy like this. Boy does he love it when you act all cute for him because he knows it means you’ve run out of options. Usually he’d melt like putty in your hands. But this time he’s determined to get his long awaited kiss.

“Nu-uh that’s not gonna work this time.”

“But, Pup-” you’re cut off by Seungmin’s lips capturing yours. His hands pull you in by the belt loops on your pants, pressing your body flush against his, while your hands fly to his biceps, clinging onto them for dear life as his lips work their magic, melting your brain.

He pulls away with the most triumphant beam, catching the way you chase after his lips a little. The cutest whine sounds from you in retaliation and upon this, Seungmin shakes his head before leaning in and reconnecting your lips.

Jeongin

“And that’s why you should kiss me.”

You hadn’t even realised the PowerPoint presentation had concluded until the sound of Jeongin loudly clearing his throat brings you back into reality.

Yes, he’d actually made a full-on, detailed presentation to you to showcase all the reasons it would be “the best decision of your life” to kiss him - his words, not yours. And, while it’s not the most conventional way of admitting feelings to his best friend and longtime crush, Jeongin had come across the idea on TikTok and hadn’t been able to get it out of his head since.

You - on the other hand - had been in such disbelief that you’d actually tuned out halfway through because your mind had begun to wonder about what it would actually be like to kiss Jeongin for real. That had then led to imagining him as a boyfriend, how he would be so attentive and affectionate and, just, perfect… not that you hadn’t thought about him like this before.

When more agonisingly slow seconds pass without you saying a single thing, embarrassment and regret hit him like a tsunami.

“…you know, I should probably just-” “No!” Jeongin stops mid sentence upon your sudden outburst. He looks so flushed with embarrassment and adorably confused.

“I need you to kiss me…” You retract your voice back to its normal level, feeling your own nerves fall away when you see the shy smile form on your best friends face. “…please Innie.”

He’s speechless, simply nodding in response before hurriedly making his way over to you.

The kiss is filled with pent up longing. Like you’d both been waiting for this moment without realising the other felt the same until now. It just feels so right to kiss your best friend and to feel him hold you so close.

You pull apart for air after a few seconds, lips ghosting and elated smiles on both of your faces. You let out a little chuckle as your foreheads rest together, Jeongin’s hands lacing your fingers with his on either side of you.

“Your PowerPoint was right. It is the best decision of my life.”

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cosyvelvetorchid · 19 days

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for a writing prompt,….Buck and Tommy get caught in the firetruck ( buck 1.0 style).

We love a bit of Buck 1.0. Enjoy! 🩶

*****

RATED: E

It was almost 3am. Bucks shift had finished 45 minutes ago and he was more than excited to be going home. Home meaning Tommy’s place. He was always excited to be seeing Tommy after shift but he was particularly on edge to see him tonight.

Literally.

All day Tommy had been teasing him with filthy messages telling him what he was to do with Buck after shift. Buck had spent the majority of the day riled up with half a hard on. One accidental brush to his dick from anyone or any thing and he would have exploded like an illegal firework.

But, because shit always happens when it’s the least convenient, his jeep wouldn’t start. Aside from Chimey who was working a double to cover sickness from a member of the B shift, everybody had already left so nobody could take him home. And being a Saturday night, it would be a wait for an uber.

Instead, he reluctantly called Tommy who, of course, immediately jumped into his car to come pick Buck up.

He walked into the station and Buck damn near came in his pants like a teenager at the sight. He was wearing the exact same outfit he’d worn on their first date—top 3 buttons undone on his shirt too— that he knew drove Buck wild.

“Hey.” His voice practically sang in the low gorgeous tone.

“God you’re so fucking hot.” Buck told him, trying desperately not to jump him in the middle of the station.

Tommy laughed. “I thought you’d like the outfit” he smirked.

“Understatement of the millennium.” Buck told him.

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah I-“ An idea crossed Bucks mind. It was probably stupid, definitely reckless but so absolutely fucking hot. “Uh, did I ever tell you about how I got fired when I was a probie?”

“Yeah, you stole an engine to have sex.” He answered correctly. Buck raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s your poi- Evan. We are not stealing a fire truck to have sex.”

“Oh of course not.” He said stepping close to Tommy. “I just think it’s highly convenient there’s an empty engine in front of us and-“ he looked around the semi darkened station “-B shift are all catching up on sleep..” he reached up and opened the door. “And someone told me today that they were going to suck my dick so hard I’d see stars..”

“Evan, we can’t..”

“Well, I’m going to to get in the engine and take off my pants. What you do is up to you.” He stepped up into the truck and closed the door behind him.

Tommy stood for a second contemplating Evan’s suggestion. He couldn’t pretend it didn’t turn him on—he was flushed and half hard already. He looked around to make sure nobody was around and reached up to open the door. As he stepped up and saw inside his throat immediately went dry and his mouth filled with saliva simultaneously.

Evan was sat in the center of the back seat, naked from the waist down, legs wide apart, slowly stroking himself.

This kid was gonna kill him. Or get them both fired.

He shut the door behind him and shot forward grabbing Evan by the throat and crashing his lips into his. Buck whined at the feel of Tommys lips on his, and then at Tommys tongue taking over his mouth. His hand grabbed Evan’s cock and he continued at the rhythm Evan was going at.

“Fuck that’s.. ah.. good..”

Tommy moved his lips along Evan’s jaw, under his ear and down his throat. Nipping and licking as he travelled.

He hated to admit it but the thought of them getting caught was making his own cock swell uncomfortably in his own pants. Slowly his mouth travelled down Evan’s torso and groin. He licked the crease in the inside of Evan’s leg; his cheek lightly grazing Evan’s cock, who groaned at the touch.

“Please.. Tommy.. “ Tommy looked up, making eye contact with Evan as his tongue slid agonisingly slowly across to the base. Keeping eye contact his licked slowly up the underside of Evan’s cock, sucking in the head as he got to the top.

“Fuck!” Evan breathed out. Tommy still had plans for when they got home, so he wasn’t going to draw this moment out too long.

Without warning he took Evan whole in one go.

“Jesusfuckingchrist!” Evan called out, not being able to enunciate his words. “Holy.. ah!”

Tommy moved quickly; lips and mouth sliding up and down along the velvety skin. Evan’s cock was jabbing the back of Tommys throat and his hands grabbed Tommys hair, holding on for leverage as his hips bucked in rhythm, fucking Tommys mouth.

He was so fucking close to exploding down Tommys throat. He loved it when Tommy took his time teasing and playing and edging him into a bumbling mess. But something Tommy surprised him with an instant 0-60mph experience that drove him wild.

“God.. ah.. I’m so fuck.. fucking.. cl..close.. ah!”

He was right there . Right on the cliff edge, about to cascade over into a pool of absolute fucking heaven when the engine door suddenly opened.

“AAAHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK?!” Chimneys voice cried out. Buck and Tommy immediately separated; Buck clamouring to put his pants back on. He jumped out of the engine, not even bothering to put his shoes back on.

“Chim I’m so so-“

“No no no no!” He called back holding his arms up. “Don’t want to hear anything from you. Why? Buck. Why?! We have to work in that truck?! How many times have you done that?! Do you clean it afterwards?! Actually I don’t want to know!” He turned to walk away.

“Wait wait wait!” Buck shouted, running ahead and standing in front of him.

“It was the first time, I swear. And I-I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to, it-it just happened and-“

“You know how lucky you are that it was me that caught you and not cap? Or any of the B shift?” Chimney asked him. Buck couldn’t look him in the eye. “I’m going to let this one go and pretend it didn’t happen—mostly for the sake of the nightmares I’m inevitably going to have now, and the fact that your sister would be mad at me if I let you lose your job. So-“

“I swear it won’t hap-“

“Stop talking. So.. I’m going to walk away and the two of you are going to go home. But if it happens again I’m definitely going to report it to Cap. Understood?”

“Yes.” Buck replied immediately before Chim walked away. Just as he got most of the way up the stairs he turned back towards Buck and Tommy. “Oh and Buck! You better clean in there be for you leave. Maybe use bleach.” He shivvered.

“I think that just put a dampener on our evening.” Tommy said.

“You wash your mouth out Thomas Kinard! You are going to take me home, and we’re going to finish what we started.” He walked quickly out of the station towards Tommys car.

“Yes, Sir.” Tommy replied to himself before following.

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missstolensweetheart · 3 months

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the hottest tears you've ever cried ⚭ ☆ 🌧️

thecar!prof!Alex turner x prof! reader

warnings: angst (kinda)

Summary: Alex shows up at your doorstep at 3 am begging for you to take him back during your divorce.

You looked at the clock in the corner of your home office it read 3am. You rubbed your temples, frustrated by the almost non visible dent you’ve made in the stack of papers you have to grade that was sitting on the corner of your brown wooden desk lit up by the dim light of your lamp.

Usually you would be grading with Alex; keeping each other company. Your eyes pooled with tears when you remembered how he made you coffee or tea or literally anything you wanted and how he’d keep one hand on your knee rubbing it gently while carefully reading over the stacks of papers.

Your phone Buzzed which ultimately made you jump. “Who the hell is texting me right now?” You mumbled to yourself. Your heart dropped when you saw Alex’s contact.

3:01am

“Open the door”

“Baby please”

3:02 am

“Don’t leave me out in the cold”

Your legs shook as you walked to the front door of your big home. You reached a shaky hand out twisting the door nob. And sure enough Alex was on the other side, his face lit up with a look of relief, love, sadness, anger, basically all of the above. His eyes were red and puffy. His hair was messy. He clearly hadn’t shaved in a minute as the shadow of his stumble was very clear.

“Hi” he broke the ice first.

“Hey” your lips quivered as your voice broke.

You stared at each other for a minute, getting lost in the spark that was once there.

“To be quite honest I don’t know why I’m here.” His voice was sad and empty, you had only ever heard that voice one other time and that was when you two got into a really nasty argument but that was years ago.

“Would you like to come in?” A part of you knew it was a stupid idea but the other part was curious.

“I- uh yeah sure” you stepped aside so he could come in. His movements were awkward almost like this was his first time in the house, even though you two previously shared it.

“Would you like tea?” You managed to finally say as you closed the door.

“Yeah, sure” he smiled awkwardly

“Lots of sugar right?” You smiled warmly, breaking the tension. He smiled back. “Yeah.”

You nodded your head and quickly walked to the kitchen. As soon as you were out of his sight you let a few tears fall but you quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater. You put the kettle on and leaned against the counter taking a few deep breaths to gather yourself. It didn’t take long before the water was ready. You grabbed your mug then his.. his mug had his initial on it. a rush of memories came back to you, long talks during the evening, grading papers together at three in the morning, making his and your coffee in the morning, everything.

“You okay?” His voice startled you. You dropped his mug.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry” you immediately panicked picking up each piece of glass. He rushed to your side subconsciously.

“It’s alright love ive got it” he picked up the pieces. “See it’s alright” he looked at you with a warm smile which immediately dropped once he saw your panicked face and tears. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back. You let your emotions go, sobbing loudly.

“Shh love I’ve got you. It’s alright.” You quickly calmed down and looked up at him, noticing he was crying too. You wiped his tears with your thumb, He grabbed your hand which shocked you a bit, he studied it for a moment. his thumb ran over your wedding ring. You didn’t even realize you were still wearing it. He broke down resting his head between your collar and jaw, it was your turn to comfort him.

“Shh” you ran your fingers through his hair and cried with him

“Take me back..please baby…. I need you.” His voice was shaky and even cracked. It pulled on your heartstrings. You can’t lie, you missed him like crazy. You don’t even know what happened between the two of you. One moment you were perfectly fine and happy the next you were arguing 24/7 and staying at friends houses just to take a break from each other. The truth was lack of communication you were both guilty of it but neither of you wanted to admit it. You didn’t think it could ruin your marriage to the point of divorce but it did.

“Let’s talk about this in the morning.” You thought it was the wisest decision because after all it was 3am and you were both sleep deprived. He sat up quickly, clearly embarrassed. “Yeah yeah uh I’ll be by tomorrow whatever time works for you”

“I was thinking you could stay the night” you knew it was a risky move but you needed him to stay.

“Yeah I can grab some blankets and sleep on the couch” he nodded

“I mean you can sleep in our bed if you want, it's still technically your bed.” your voice shook, you never could have imagined asking the love of your life to do as little as sleep in the same bed as you but here you are. You could tell he was hesitant.

His big brown eyes locked with yours “okay” he nodded softly.

You stood up reaching a hand out for him to grab, once you helped him up you both stood there for a moment almost unsure as to what your next move would be.

“I uh i'm going to go get ready for bed” you broke the silence.

“yeah of course of course ” he flashed a nervous yet reassuring smile.

You turned around quickly, shuffling to the stairs and making your way up them. Alex decided to wait a few minutes before following you, taking the time to compose himself. He made his way up the stairs. A specific photo caught his eyes, one you two took 3 years ago in the fall. It was supposed to be a cute photo shoot but soon turned into a complete mess when it started raining and Alex fell in mud dragging you down with him. He smiled softly at the photo, staring at your mud covered outfit and wide smile, god he misses that smile. He sighed, snapping out of his thoughts and making his way to your shared bedroom, you were already in the shower when he got up there. He grabbed some pj pants from his dresser ,quickly changing into them before sitting on the bed waiting for you.

You quickly finished your shower, moving on to doing your night time routine. You thought about the time you made Alex do a face mask with you and it became a weekly thing, you smiled at the thought. Once you finished up and got into your pjs (underwear and alex's shirt that you stole a long time ago) you opened the door of the bathroom that was in your bedroom. Alex's eyes shifted to you scanning your body carefully, you felt your cheeks get hot. You walked over to the bed and crawled in, rubbing your legs gently against the cold sheets, Alex did the same. You faced each other. Both fighting the urge to reach out and hold each other, one of you failed to resist. Alex reached a hand out to your hip, his finger traced on the bottom hem of your shirt before slipping under it onto your bare skin. A small gasp escaped your lips when Alex's cold hand met your warm skin.

Your eyes met his lustfully, you broke your gaze by looking down at his lips missing the feeling and taste of them. Alex took that as his cue and leaned in…

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doggone-devil · 7 months

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How (Not) To Summon a Demon: Chapter 2

I may have stayed up a little late into the night writing this. And by late, I mean it's morning now. Worth it. Anyways, chapter 2 to my first fanfic! Hope ye enjoy! Alastor x fem!Reader, she/her pronouns

Also for those of you who would rather read on Ao3, I now have the first and this chapter posted there! I'll be updating on both as I write.

Feedback always welcome! Thank you! <3

Come six in the morning, you’re laying wide awake in your bed, staring at your ceiling in anger. You had barely managed an hour of sleep, spending most of the night tossing and turning, waking up in a cold sweat from shadows wrapping around you in your dreams. It was the same, over and over and over. You’d drift off and be plunged into darkness. You’d scream and flail around, trying to find something solid to stand on, but the shadows would devour you, pulling you down to something you couldn’t see.

Somewhere between the eighth nightmare and 3AM, you gave up on trying to sleep.

Rolling over onto your side, you glared at the clock perched on your nightstand. The red neon numbers seemed to mock you, laugh at your misery. Your glare hardened and you harshly turned over to your other side. Now your gaze met a wall. The neutral grey staring back at you was soothing, but not enough to help your eyes close. You look over to your window, noting the faint, blue light starting to creep in as a sign the sun was soon to follow. The transparent white curtains drifting ever so slightly, moving with a wind you couldn’t feel. That’s odd.

You shift upright, lifting your arm up into the air. There’s no breeze, no draft that blows on your skin but the curtains continue to gently sway. Maybe the window was cracked? You groan, hoping not so you go to check, pushing the cover off you. Your fingers press on the frame, pushing down but it doesn’t move. It’s clearly shut, no breeze. You watch the curtains but they’ve now stilled, no longer moving.

“I’m too tired for this shit,” you mumbled, shuffling back to your bed. You just want at least another hour or two for a chance at sleep, to succumb to the exhaustion you felt. Yet fear kept you from nodding off, too scared to return to that plaguing nightmare.

You blame that stupid book. If you hadn’t entertained the idea and did the stupid ritual, you wouldn’t have spooked yourself. Deep down, you still can’t explain really what had happened after. The candles, the lights, the voice. It all felt so real, but then Veronica came home and it was like nothing had happened. You shudder, feeling your skin crawl. Thinking about the paranormal with sleep deprivation was probably not the best idea right now. You needed to distract yourself.

Reaching for your phone on your nightstand, you let your thumb swipe mindlessly over apps until something catches your eye. Your happily lost in the content until something moving in your peripheral pulls your attention away. You try not to look at first, but it’s there, just out of sight. It’s tall, dark, and you swear it’s moving closer to you.

You snap your head up and it’s gone. No moving shadow, just an empty corner of your room.

“Calm down, calm down, calm down,” you whisper to yourself like a mantra. It’s just because your tired, there’s nothing there.

Taking a steady breath, you return to your phone and, there! It’s back again. It’s closer, too. You swear it’ll touch you in the next few steps. You feel yourself starting to sweat, your heart beating fast. Anxiety grabs hold of you, making it hard to breathe. Again, you look, your head spinning from the whiplash of how fast you turned.

You fall back off your bed with a loud thud when you come face to face with red eyes in the darkness.

Somewhere in the distance, you can hear your name being called, no doubt from Veronica. You had hit the floor hard enough, you’re positive you woke the neighbors as well, but all of that was lost to you as you try to sit back up. The eyes are gone, as is the shadow.

Veronica steps into your room, staying by the door. “Are you alright?” she asks, voice laced with sleep. You slowly nod your head.

“Y-Yeah, just… got startled awake. Sorry,” you apologize. She seems ok with your response and leaves, shutting your door.

You groan, rubbing your face with your hands. “I need to get it together,” you speak into your palms. “Gonna start thinking I’m going crazy.”

“No need to think it since you are.”

“What does that mean?” you ask the voice.

Wait.

Your body freezes, your hands staying on your face. Your breath is caught in your throat.

That was a voice. A random voice. In your room. It talked to you and you replied. What the fuck is going on?

“W-Who’s there?” you ask quietly, too afraid to remove your hands in fear of what you’ll find. You’re starting to think it’s not some intruder, but something far more sinister. Something…otherworldly. You shouldn’t believe in it but, what else could it be?

“Really,” you hear the voice scoff. “You had the gall to summon me then ask who I am? The nerve of mortals.” The voice is filled with static, like something you’d hear from an old radio station. It’s also dark, deep, sending chills of fear up your spine. Your hold body was alert, your head screaming at you to get out, to run. Flee while you still can.

But…curiosity had it’s iron grip on you.

“A-Are you a d-demon?” You mentally curse yourself for stuttering so much.

Anther scoff, this one sounding a bit more amused. “If that’s what you want to call me.” You hear something shuffle around, your bed creaking under a foreign weight. Whoever or whatever it is, is now sitting on your bed. “Now answer me, my dear. How come you sit over there with your eyes covered?”

You feel like laughing, like crying, like screaming and running. You felt like you were going insane. Logically, this is an intruder, the same one from the night before. Whoever it was had hid in your room, in your closet, and waited for the opportunity for your to let your guard down. It wasn’t a demon, and yet, that made this scenario somewhat scarier. An intruder meant a human, someone unpredictable. You felt tears build behind your eyes.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you found yourself whispering, a little plea to whoever was there.

“Hurt you? Now why would I do that, hm?” the voice asks. “That would be bad business, wouldn’t you agree?”

Business? What was he talking about? “Business, what business?”

“Why, the business we have, my dear! You summon me, I grant your wish, and in return, I get your soul. Honestly, did you not read the book properly?” The question fell on deaf ears as you tried to process the other part of his sentence. Summon, wish, soul. Holy shit, this was a demon.

You needed to look now, to confirm what was there. You gulp, hands shaking. You repeat to yourself not to scream as you slowly pull your hands down, peeking your eyes open. There, on your bed, leaning over to look at you was a tall, very real, demon.

You really tried not to scream, honestly, you did.

As soon as the first sound of the scream passed your lips, a large, gloved hand grabbed your mouth. The scream stopped in your throat, your breath coming out in hard exhales through your nose. You look up, horrified, at the face looming over you. Sharp teeth glinted in the dim light, red eyes glaring at you like a warning. Don’t scream.

Once again, you hear your name from outside your bedroom door. It’s Veronica. “Girlie, you alright?” This time, she sounds more awake, like she’s been up for a while now. You glance at the door, then back at the demon. He’s watching you like he’s waiting to see what you do next. He seems satisfied with your choice cause his hand is gone and you take a big, much needed inhale.

“Y-Yeah, I’m good. I, uh, stubbed my toe!” you say loud enough so she can hear. You hope she won’t come in, not wanting the demon to even go near her. He was here from your doing and you’d be damn to drag her into this.

“Ok, well, I’m heading off to Josie’s. I’ll be back later!” she informs and you hear the front door shut.

Oh no.

“Well, now that we’re alone,” the demon says, leaning back onto your bed, crossing his legs. “Shall we get started?”

You blink.

The demon stares at you, looking annoyed as you sit in your knees.

You blink again and he’s still there.

You start to giggle, then laugh as you hold your stomach. You laugh and laugh until the world starts to feel dizzy. Just as you slip off the world, you feel strong arms wrap around you. Somewhere in the haze, before darkness consumes you, you can hear the demon speaking softly.

“Just what have you gotten me in to?”

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Irritated with you, Alastor placed you on your bed. He knew you were tired from watching your restless body all night, but this was ridiculous. Rude, even. Here he was, called forth by your amateur ritual, and you had the audacity to not only insult him, but laugh in his face before fainting! Just what kind of mortal were you?

Alastor paced your room, his shoes clicking against the hardwood floors. His smile was strained, gums peeking through. He couldn’t figure out how this had happened. Sure, he heard the tales during his earlier days in hell, mentions of demons being summoned above to do the bidding of the living. He even waited for his turn, knowing a bit about voodoo and magic from his days spent alive. Yet nothing ever came and, slowly, talks of summonings died down as humans slowly forgot. He assumed his sigil was just never discovered and went about his years in Hell in peace. He rose to great power, becoming an Overlord, and even recently took up a project with the daughter of the devil himself.

He had actually been at the hotel, talking to Charlie about a new development for the building, an addition to the south wing. He was just about to ask her a question when bright, green light flooded the room. It surrounded him, swirling angrily before pulling his body upward. Charlie had looked terrified, trying to grab his hand, but it went right through. His body seemed to lose it’s tangibility as he floated towards the ceiling. Then, in a flash, he found himself standing in a darkened room.

In front of him sat a young girl, holding her knees to her chest. When he saw the candles and the book laid out on the table, his sigil clear as day with blood staining it, he knew what had happened.

“This isn’t funny,” the girl had whispered and Alastor wanted to laugh. Almost. If he wasn’t seething with anger.

“Oh, darling, I can ensure you I’m not laughing,” he had spoke to her and she had screamed. The fear rolling off her as he watched her fumble around was amusing. She even threatened him and Alastor wanted to prolong it just a bit, tempted to scare her further, but then someone came in and he retreated to the shadows.

From there, he had watched the two girls interact, the new face obviously concerned for the one who summoned him. They disappeared into a room and Alastor followed them. After that, Alastor just watched from the shadows, trying to see what the girl would do next. She had a sleepless night, it seemed. He knew his presence was giving her nightmares, but he couldn’t leave.

Alastor’s frown deepens. He can’t leave. Not until you wake up and make a deal with him. That’s the whole point of the contract you started. In return for your very soul, Alastor would grant you whatever your heart desired. Fame, fortune, it didn’t matter. Alastor had enough power to grant it all.

Looking back towards the bed, Alastor studied your face. You seem peaceful this time, no issues staying asleep like earlier. Your features are soft and Alastor moves closer. It’s been decades since he’s been up here, in the world of the living. Decades since he’s touched human flesh. Warm, soft, delicate flesh. His mouth filled with saliva, threatening to drool over. His stomach hungered, growling low. His jaw tightens and he moves away from you.

You were a foolish mortal, playing a dangerous game, and Alastor couldn’t wait to ruin you.

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krispycreamcake · 3 months

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Diabolik Lovers x reader (part 3)

It was almost 3am, your heart was pounding, palms were sweating, lungs heaving. You couldn't believe what had just happened between you and shu. There was no way any of this could possibly be real....Vampires? There was supposed to be no such thing. Why was this happening to you? You felt tears trickle down your chin, wetting your clothes. Everything that man said back then, it all slowly came together. You couldn't help but judge your poor criticism of the offer Karl had made you. He knew your desperate situation and he knew he could fix it, offer you the slightest bit of relief, in exchange you unknowingly gave your life.

Thunder boomed above you, as the winds crashed against your large windows, shaking the pane. You made sure to lock your door and windows, however it did nothing to ease your overwhelming despair. You crawled into bed, draping the covers over yourself as you prayed to whatever being out there to keep you safe. If vampires could exist then surely there was at least a God. Right.....? Morning couldn't come less quicker as you were sure you hadn't slept a wink. Only until the sun started to peek from beyond the vast mountains, could you feel just slightly better. Your body fought with all its might to force itself awake, but that small window of comfort was all you needed to fall asleep. You could almost feel your worries get burnt to a crisp as the soft warmth of the glistening aura of the divine's golden ball shone its grace upon your bitterly cold skin. Your eyelids crashed on itself like a long awaited avalanche, finally allowing your body some rest. You're not sure how long it had been before you awoke to the sound of ruckus outside. You groggily got up and slipped off the bed as your body was now on autopilot. You dragged your way to the door, listening for what was the cause of this conglomeration of chaos.

"Chichinashi- Stop fighting me- Oi! Where do ya think you're really going?" What was that supposed to mean and what was a....what was it? Chee-Chee-noshi? By the sounds of it, it could've been no one other than that flame headed boy, Ayato. But all this shouting this early in the day? Wh- Your thoughts were interrupted as another voice boomed out. "Oi! Keep it down! Some people would like to sleep damn it! Always shouting and screaming like it aint no one else's problem!" You jumped back from your door due to the sheer volume of that other guy. Him you didn't know, it certainly wasn't shu. You continued to listen as Ayato angrily responded. "Ha! There's no way an outta control guy like yourself is trying to tell Ore-sama what to do! Y'know Subaru, I always thought it was about time you learn to have some respect for your older brother-" You couldn't even listen the rest of the conversation before a loud smack was heard and then silence. Did Ayato really hit Subaru?? Soon enough you could hear a full on brawl going on right outside your door. You didn't for the slightest moment think about opening your door, but was it really okay? What if they needed your help? No- that's a stupid idea, why would they need your help? They're vampires for Christ's sake, you're supposed to be their food. Nothing more than a bloodbag...but even so was it okay to just stand by and let them pulverize each other to a pulp?

Before you cold think anymore, you hear footsteps increasing in speed as it hastily made its way to your door. You immediately jumped out the way just as a disastrous thud echoed throughout the elegantly crafted hall. Wood splintering in every which way as the impact caused the door to fly off its hinges. It felt almost surreal to you as Subaru came crashing through your door, landing on a pile of wooden rubble. You subconsciously ran up to his laying form, forgetting all about your experience with his vampiric bother. You immediately crouched near his bashed body, observing how badly beat his face was. One of his cheeks were swollen while his lip continued to bleed profusely, like a fountain gushing out water after not having been in use for years. You felt sympathy swell in your heart for the crimson drinking creature as you used the sleeve of your nightgown to dab up his wounded lip. His eyes fluttered open to gain a better understanding of his surroundings. "Subaru- oh my god- a-are you okay?? Do you need to go to the hospital? You're bleeding..." You anxiously stammered out. He twisted his face away like he was almost disgusted by the act of kindness. You felt your heart drop a little at his rude gesture. "Tch, of course I'm fine." Was all he said in his gruff voice before getting up as Ayato's head poked around the doorframe.

He immediately belted out in a fit of laughter as he criticized his brother's poor situation. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't get anymore words out as the spectacle clad man came speeding behind him. "Just what do you both think you're-" He immediately silenced his scolding as he took in the sight before him. Reiji pinched the bridge of his nose before glaring at all three of you. If looks could kill, Reiji would be in jail for more than just a case of predetermined manslaughter.

It wasn't long before you, Subaru and Ayato found yourselves doing household chores.....for a month. How was it that you just got here and yet things couldn't have gone worse? Luckily Reiji said he'd spare you the trouble if you helped him in his experiments, but you were still thinking over your decision. For now however, you were currently pruning the rose bushes with Subaru, who honestly didn't seem to mind. In fact, he almost seemed relax, granted that a guy with such stone cold expressions could muster any facial declaration that didn't warrant anything else than a worried glance. His usual penetrative stare softened as his ruby eyes remained trained on the delicate petals of the white rose. It was hypnotic to see such a harsh blood-sucking beast be so attentive, it almost made him seem human. You watched as his muscularly toned biceps clench and release each time he cut off a few extra leaves, the way his white wispy locks danced to the chorus of the winds, trained eyes making sure that he wouldn't accidentally harm the flower. Your world almost came crashing down as he looked your way, not a word said.

Instead he inched closer, hesitance absent in his calculated steps. You stood paralyzed like a deer in headlights as this 6ft something man came brooding your way. There he was right in front of you. You were as sweaty as a sinner in church as his hand shakily made its way to your neck, brushing aside your hair as his eyes widened. You weren't sure what was going through his mind but none of it looked pleasant.

"Damn...already?" Was all he managed to say before yanking his hand away and stuffing it in his pocket. You felt yourself become embarrassed, felt yourself grow meek at his comment. "It was Shu....I- I didn't want it...it hurt so much I almost passed out." You started, not quite sure why you felt the need to clarify your desires to the albino man, but a part of you felt it was the right thing to do. "Of course it'd hurt, it was your first time." You felt a blush creep up on you as those string of words struck a familiar chord in your mind. Subaru instantly picked up on it and realized what he said before visibly growing embarrassed and strutting away, daring not to make eye contact. "Just hurry up so we can get this over with!" He shouted before speeding away to the next bush behind you. You continued working, feeling despondent that your conversation with him ended so quickly. Your gut told you that he was the safest to be around, at least for now. "Are your brothers going to kill me?" You voiced, tone timid and voice faint as you couldn't help but think about if you were going to make it out alive. You notice his body grow rigid at this, dropping his hands as he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Does it matter if you do? If you're here then that means you were chosen because no one would miss you...But even so, you should continue striving to live on and get away from this place...from us monsters."

Was he really saying what you thought he was? In that moment something inside you shifted as you watched the man continue trimming the rose bushes, completely oblivious to the hope he sparked within your being. If you weren't in your right state of mind you'd run up and hug him, thank him for his words, but you couldn't. You knew you couldn't, not yet. However it quickly dawned on you that you couldn't leave, as much as you wanted to. Not because of the brothers, as you were now certain Subaru would aid with your escape, no...it was a threat far more heinous, far more deceitful. Your memory is almost a blur as you recall the night you and Karl met, you were certain he preferred it that way. You recall your purpose and why you were asked to come here. Subaru was wrong to believe that no one would miss you, it was far from the actual truth. You knew this, but your memory didn't allow you to exactly grasp why. So many pieces of the puzzle yet to be discovered and if there was one thing you were certain about, it was that staying here would help you put everything together.

"No, I can't leave yet, but thank you. I appreciate that...a lot." You said as you finished up your work. Subaru couldn't believe his ears, why were all you women so stubborn?? Did all females suddenly have a death wish? It lit a rage indescribable to him, but before he could lash out and point out your idiocy, you were already heading inside. Even after you left, he could feel the gentle stinging of your kindness. Not just from your gratitude, but from earlier as well. He hid it well but to him, your actions lingered on in his mind, even his body. He gently brushed his lip in the spot you touched earlier, almost to recreate the experience, as he pictured your body suspended over him, gentle eyes watching, scanning his injuries as your previous words rung out in his ear like bells. He dragged himself out of his delusions, cursing for allowing a mortal such as yourself corrupt his mind. He needed to stay away from you, to isolate himself before he revealed the monster that he truly was.

It didn't take you long before you appeared at Reiji's office door. You knocked firmly, waiting a response. It took a while before he called you in, presumably busy. The moment you opened the door you smelt tea brewing, possibly green tea but you weren't quite sure. Reiji looked you up and down before speaking, "I can safely assume that you and Subaru are done with your work?" You answered him quickly as a means to get this interaction over with as soon as possible. "Yes and I've already made up my mind. I'll help you with your experiments." Your words caused Reiji's face to lighten up exponentially. "Good, I hope that you prove to be more useful than that other one." You had no idea who he was talking about but felt bad for them just from his tone of voice. "If you're not busy, I'd appreciate it if we could start now." You were a bit shocked that he'd start things this quickly but accepted nonetheless.

You followed behind him as he introduced you to his workshop. It reminded you of a museum and a chemistry lab at the same time. A large wooden desk that was attached to the wall displayed many jars of preserved life, little sticky notes attached to them with small pointers for their properties. They ranged from snakes to fish to turtles to taxidermized birds. Stationery placed neatly on the desk along with different manilla folders. Then, there were the shelves that contained various bottles of liquids, differing in shape, size and colour. There was a blackboard at the far end of the room, some scribbles already written on it. It stood next to a large cabinet of china with labels under them dating their years and the artists that made them. There were more tables with what seemed like medical items and other gadgets and knick-knacks, which quite frankly didn't even look of human making. Of course then there was the bookshelves, laden from head to toe with knowledge trapped between the realms of writing.

He presented you with a beaker containing a blue liquid and instructed you to gently swirl it around while he grabbed a book from the shelf. Eventually the liquid turned a deep purple. He inspected your work before humming in approval. He took the beaker from your hand and sprinkled some yellow powder into it and you both watched as the colour turned to that of a lighter purple. He looked to you and handed you the object once more. "Drink it all in one go so I can fully understand the effects of this." You stared at him dumbfounded. "I'm not drinking some random chemical." You stated firmly. At this, he slammed his book closed with a loud snap. "You agreed to this didn't you?" He said as he slowly made his way over. "Yeah but that doesn't mean that you can just make me drink random purple liquids.."

He stopped right in front of you, towering over your form before placing a hand on the desk behind you. "It's supposed to help reduce the chances of cardiac arrest when paired with medication that labels it as a side effect." His cold voice freezes over your blood as you look up at him. Eyes marking you like nothing more than prey as a smile presented itself on his plump lips. You shakily raised the beaker to your mouth and downed it in one go. Its taste was quite earthy, something you weren't expecting. The bitterness came immediately after as you clasped your palm around your lips to hold in a gag as you retched from the distasteful concoction. Reiji watches in curiosity at your turmoil, taking in your every movement. You handed him the beaker weakly as you struggled to stand up. Your vision felt hazy just as a piercing headache attacked your temples. Before you could even completely register the pain, you were out like a light.

You awoke to darkness all around you, your head still pounding. You stood up on wobbly legs as you tried to adjust your eyesight, however there was nothing to see. At this realization your panic settled in as your head swished and swerved every which way until you saw it. The tiniest of lights...a flame standing some distance in front of you. You ran towards it, the urgency for comfort powering your steps. As you got closer and closer, you realized it was a torch. You stuck your hand out to grab it and as soon as you did, the scenery changed to that of a stone hall. Torches lighting down a path, guiding you. You looked behind you and noticed there was still nothing but darkness, which only solidified your decision to move forward. You walked for no longer than 5 minutes as a wooden door came into view. It looked so intricately carved and designed, fit for someone of a high standing class. You pushed the door open to be met only with the one and only Karlheinz. He was sitting at a desk, presumably his office. He looked up from his paperwork and made eye contact with you, to which your headache returned. He smiled at you and gestured for you to come in and take a seat. You didn't want to, you absolutely refused to, but your body didn't heed your brain's warnings and made its way over to his desk.

"How has your stay been so far? I take it you were already introduced to the truth of the situation?" He said, his long luscious pale locks shifting on his shoulder as he poured you a glass of water from a water jug. "Why did you lie to me?? I want to go home." You said, tone reeking of desperation. "If I recall correctly, you were the one that agreed to this, no? I dislike persons that go back on their words just because they have to get out of their comfort zones." He says handing you the glass, which you took and gulped down. Since when were you so thirsty? "This has nothing to do with comfort zones- I might die for God's sake!" Karl listened to your complaints intently as he clasped his hands together and rested them on the desk. "Do you remember our agreement?" You stayed silent as you tried to recall the events of what happened the night you two met. "Let me help reminisce. You needed my help and I agreed to aid you under the circumstance that you help me as well. This isn't just about my sons, this is about my vision and you concurred to help achieve this, did you not?" As he spoke, you feel bits and pieces of your memory start to unfog. "Yes..." He smiled once again at your understanding. "If you die then that disrupts my plans. Trust that as long as you work under me and follow my orders, death herself couldn't rip you away from me." You felt your throat grow dry as his words made you realize a couple things. That one, that translated to, 'for as long as you live, you will be under my control' and two, you had no choice but to work for him because that was a clear and direct threat that if you disobeyed him, death would be the least of your worries. You felt as if you were watching a snake shed its skin as he revealed to you what he had in store for the both of you. "I know there are many questions you have that are unanswered, but they will remain that way as I piece together my plan. Don't worry as you will soon understand everything, just keep being a good pawn to me and you will be rewarded. I assume we have an understanding?" His words cut through your fears as you nodded in response. "Ah, I need verbal confirmation, otherwise we cannot proceed." You felt your lips grow dry as you spoke up. "Yes...I understand." He smiled once more before getting up from his seat and pulling out your chair to allow you to stand up and leave. "But I still don't understand how- or even why you're doing any of this, why me?" He gently took your hand into his gloved one and looked you in the eye. "I'd love to answer all your questions my dear but I do believe our time is up. Perhaps the next time we meet I'll have more of an opportunity to speak to you on a more personal level? As for now, it seems my sons require your presence." Was all he said before kissing the top of your hand and in an instant you were brought back to reality.

Hi everyone, I'm finally back and yes I've gone down the Karlheinz rabbit hole, we will be seeing more of him. But just to clear some things up, the reader's past will get revealed in future chapters as we learn more about her and Karl's 'agreement'. Anyways thank you all for your support ilyyyy <3

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Week 9 - Awkward.

Summary: Izuku and you try to act normal. It’s not working. Then Melissa Shield appears out of nowhere and everything escalates - for the best of for the worst? See it for yourself.

Warnings: Swear words, a bit of angst at the beginning.

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“You’re overworking yourself.” Your voice is loud in the silence of the night, even though you are half asleep on the sofa; you are dead tired and your hands hurt so much from all the commissions you’ve had to do this week, but you couldn’t take the silent treatment anymore. You stayed up until he came home; it’s 3AM. 3 fucking AM in the fucking morning.

“I…” Deku stills in the hallway, his costume full of blood, his face full of small, untreated scratches. You don’t let him finish the sentence.

“You haven’t eaten at all at home. For a week. If you don’t like my cooking, just tell me.”

“You know that’s not true…” he tries again, but no, you are not finished.

“You left without seeing your recovery team. Again.” Izuku is far away but you can see he’s shaking; he’s in pain, he’s tired, everything is just wrong and you have no idea how to fix this; you know it’s your fault, it’s your stupid feelings that makes him keep the distance, but you can’t fucking fix that, can you? You can’t just tell yourself to stop feeling this way and go back to being nothing but roommates, like you haven’t kissed for an hour on the sofa, content and happy until the realization hit afterwards and things went to shit. “Do you want me to leave? I can. I understand…” You say, but your whole body shakes from the sudden wave of tears pooling in your eyes. Izuku doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with pure horror and you can hear the restraint snapping as he runs through the living room, right into your arms.

He doesn’t say a word, just shakes quietly, small sniffles leaving his mouth as he smears blood all over your pajamas, but you don’t care; not right now, not ever when it comes to Midoriya Izuku.

You stay like this for several minutes, shaking and crying for no reason at all, all the suppressed emotions bubbling up all together. The sky starts to rumble dramatically in the background as the first drops of rain hit the window, spattering aggressively on the glass in a soothing pattern. The sudden wind clears the strong metallic smell of the blood and you should probably close that one open window, but the sound is too nice to muffle it; small droplets of rain fall onto the floor, the soft sound of pattering comforting your troubled soul, just enough to be able to make a sentence.

“Early breakfast or late dinner?” You ask while your fingers untangle the frizzy curls on Izuku’s head.

“Both.” Izuku smiles for the first time this week; you can’t see it but you can feel it on your chest, the tiny movement as his lips quirk up, happy and content in your arms.

“Have a shower then.”

“Yes, boss.” Izuku salutes and he’s gone; the flat is silent again but it’s not the same as it was before; the stuffiness is gone, the air is fresh, and eventually, everything will be alright.

~•🥦•~

Things are weird, but it’s okay.

Being with Izuku feels like a game, a challenge to see who can keep the poker face on for longer, who’s better at ignoring the elephant in the room. It’s the opposite of how things have been; back before the whole kissing thing, it was all about honesty and being yourself around the the other, about the way you two pulled towards each other like two opposite sides of the magnet and you just let it happen, because that’s what felt right, but right now it’s all about staying away, keeping a safe distance, pushing down every single thought of a fleeting touch, about small stolen kisses, faking a weird “normalcy”, even if it feels like the betrayal towards your own selves.

Izuku comes home around 10 every day now. He eats, he smiles, he says “thank you” and goes to sleep then he’s gone the next morning. He goes to see his mom on his next free day then comes back in the evening. He watches a movie with you but he doesn’t cuddle; he just puts his head on the arm rest and lies on the sofa, his legs in your laps, his eyes forced on the movie the whole time; his legs move up and down absently in a desperate attempt to soothe his urge for intimate contact. Izuku made sure there is no romantic plot to the movie either, it’s plain and boring but none of you comment on it; it doesn’t really matter as you are way too focused on the uncomfortable feeling in your chest; it feels like there is a massive gawking hole inside, a missing piece and you have no idea what to do about it.

It’s around 9PM on Izuku’s day off when there’s a knock on the door; it’s light and elegant so it’s definitely not Bakugou; Izuku looks up at you with confused eyes and you shrug; you’re not expecting visitors and by the look of it, neither is Deku. There is a hint of worry in his eyes as he ushers you to stay seated but he schools his face into a neutral one as he makes his way to the door.

He looks at the screen next to the door and perks up; there is a pang of jealousy in you by the sight of his smile but you try to push it down as far as you can.

“Melissa!” Izuku smiles at the “intruder”; a beautiful, blonde lady, around Izuku’s age, maybe a bit older. She doesn’t wait around for long and jumps into the hero’s arms and Deku sways with her for a few moments before he puts the girl down.

Your stomach churns and every single part of you screams; you want to stand up and put your hands on your roommate’s back, stand next to him, let the girl know you and Izuku come as a package deal now, but you push is down. You are so fucking done with pushing shit down. One day, you’ll explode, but for now, you just take it. The blade in your heart stings and there’s blood leaking from the wound but you take it like a champ. Deku looks at you for a second and he sees something in your eyes; his own eyes change into that dark color they always do when he sees you with a stranger and fuck, the world stopped moving again; it’s just you and him, trying to convey everything with a fleeting look; his eyes scream “I want this to be you” as Melissa cuddles into his side, giggling and chatting away about her long journey while you two to do something that could be called “eye fucking” if this stupid fanfiction wouldn’t be so PG. Melissa senses the weird vibe and looks towards you; he jumps away from her green friend and starts rambling about bad timing but Izuku puts his hands on her shoulders to calm her down.

“Mel, this is Y/N.” Izuku smiles and ushers you to come over. You are terrified of this pretty lady. She’s too cute to be true.

“Oh my god, so nice to meet you! Izuku can’t shut up about you, it feels like I already know you! How’s your hand?”

Oh my God, she’s adorable. And sweet. And nice. And kind. And… she has nice boobies. They bounce in between you two as she hugs you tight. Wow. Just wow.

“What? My hand?” You mumble awkwardly; you have no idea what she’s talking about.

“Izuku said you draw a lot and that sometimes you start touching your wrist subconsciously, when you overwork yourself, that’s all!” Melissa smiles and Izuku blushes immediately.

“Yeah, it hurts a bit, but it’s fine. I just need to let it rest for a few days before I start working on commissions again.” You smile awkwardly, your hands automatically caressing your own wrists, but it’s more like an anxious tick right now than a way to soothe the pain. Deku senses your awkwardness and decides to speak up.

“Melissa is from I-Island, she’s the daughter of All Might’s best friend and ex-colleague. His father made All Might’s first proper costume. Melissa is also an amazing gear designer, she’s the one who made my full gauntlet. She’s also quirkless.” Deku smiles, patting the girl’s shoulders proudly. You give the girl a sad smile.

“Wow, you’ve achieved so much even though you are quirkless, I respect that.”

It’s true; to be quirkless and achieve anything in the hero field is almost impossible; even the support course if full of people with suitable quirks for their career, and the same goes for the business and general classes; fuck, even art classes are full with people with artistic quirks or quirks that can create. When you are quirkless there is always someone better than you; most people just give up on their dreams, go with the flow and hope there is a stupid convenience store or an office that still allows quirkless applicants.

“With my father being in the business I don’t really feel like I achieved as much as it looks like, Y/N. I’m just lucky.” She smiles shyly, somehow sensing your discomfort.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Mel. Your works are amazing, you have so much talent and I can’t wait to see your collab with Hatsume Mei! You two will definitely make something amazing!”

Ahh. That hurts.

“Izuku-kun, shush…”

“Uhm, I think I’m gonna hit the bed, you two have fun.” You try your best to smile, feeling unimportant and worthless. Fuck, what were you even thinking when you fell in love with Japan’s number one hero? You don’t have a job, you leech off him to save on rent and draw stupid comics for pocket money.

“Y/N, it’s half past nine.”

Back to normal names now? Great. Peachy.

“Uhm, actually…” Melissa speaks up and you can feel how awkward she feels right now; you start to feel really bad for her, this is a terrible timing to visit this flat. “I don’t really have a place to stay tonight. Can I crash on your sofa? Mei and I rented an apartment together in the city, but it’s on Mei’s name and her flight was canceled…”

“Oh, I’ll sleep on the sofa, you can sleep… uhm… fuck…?” Deku mumbles and you can’t help but laugh at that.

Okay, here’s something you’ve never talked about; Midoriya Izuku doesn’t let anyone into his room. At all. You’ve been living here for more than two months now and you haven’t even been inside yet; his door is closed when he’s not around, and he’s never asked you if you want to come in. He doesn’t have anything creepy in there; sometimes, when he’s at home he leaves the door open and it really looks like a normal room but somehow, you still feel like there is something about his room he wants to keep for himself and now that he’s stopped in the middle of his sentence, eyes wide as saucers you are certainly sure he thinks about his room as a safe place; his own, untouched wonderland waiting for him after a hard day of work, something that’s his and only his and he wants to keep it that way even if it makes the whole situation awkward as hell right now.

“Just use my room, Melissa. I’ll go and finish a commission in the garden. Tell me when you guys are ready to sleep and I’ll take the sofa. I kinda feel like drawing.”

Well, that’s a big fat lie, but drawing might help getting over your sudden anxiety and to be honest, you really don’t feel like you would get a wink of sleep anyway so you might as well just do an all-nighter and finish a bunch of projects. Izuku doesn’t like this option at all, so he barely lets you finish your sentence before he interrupts .

“But you just said your wrist hurts…” Melissa mumbles but Izuku jumps into her sentence.

“Y-you can sleep in my room, Sweet Pea. You… can. Just don’t touch the bookshelf in the middle. Please. I beg you.”

“That sounds hella sus, mate.” Melissa giggles.

“It’s n-nothing creepy I swear!” Izuku stutters again, his arms flying around his body in the funniest way possible.

“I know, Mr. Walking Green Flag. Someone has a secret Tumblr full of gay fanfictions, someone has a secret room full of creepy nerd shit. We all have secrets.” Melissa winks at you and bro, she couldn’t be more right. You feel personally attacked.

“Who said anything about a secret room?!” Izuku makes a really high pitched noise that makes All Meowth so agitated he starts running back and forth on the hallway. You both start laughing at Izuku’s startled face and all the tension is gone from the room; even though you still feel a pang of jealousy towards the beautiful blonde girl, she sounds like a really cool gal you really want to be friends with. You might even be able to exchange your fanfiction links by the end of tonight.

“Anyone up to play Mario Kart?” You grin at the two, all your worries long forgotten in the heat of the moment. It was stupid anyway. Melissa is great.

“You’re staying?” Izuku looks at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes. You love this man. So much.

“Yeah, I’m staying.” You smile, your cheeks rocking a tiny blush from the knowing look Melissa gives you.

“I’ll destroy you two. I hope you are ready to get your asses kicked.” Melissa yells and…

You do get your ass kicked a few minutes after that.

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Mario Kart is fun; Izuku doesn’t sit too far away this time, he sits right in the middle and you both sit down on the two sides; you try to sit a bit further away out of habit; sadly, it did become a habit in this week and you hate it so much; but Izuku scoots closer to you, just as the first game starts. Your heart flutters and you feel like it’s the first time he’s ever been this close to you; it’s really silly to feel this way after knowing how his mouth tastes, but you can’t help it.

Melissa wins the first round and the second and the third, Izu makes a soft whine and begs for mercy but Mel wins again and again. There is one point when you are so close to winning, you race with her side by side while Izuku’s car falls out of the screen; you almost win but then Izuku puts his hands on your thighs to cheer you on, and the warmth of his palm is so distracting you slip on a silly little banana peel right by the finish line. Izuku makes a defeated whine and throws himself back on the sofa, his head leaning on your shoulders as he laughs. The world has stopped again, the only thing audible is the adorable giggling from the red faced hero. His eyes shine with pure happiness and for a second, everything is back to normal, just you and Izuku filling up the space in the living room with fondness and adoration, pinks, greens and reds swirling around the room like little strings, tangled and happy to be able to dance again, to turn the grey world into one full of colors. The feelings doesn’t last very long; Izuku gives you one last smile and slowly moves away; Melissa stands up awkwardly and leaves to your room, leaving you two alone in the darkness, the only light in the room coming from the TV, swirls of rainbow colored roads filling up the screen but it’s nothing compared the colors which swirled around just a seconds ago; instead of the earlier swarm of butterflies it fills you with the sense of reality, dark and dreadful and you now you need to leave before it all spills out, together with all the tears you’ve been suppressing for days now.

“You sure you don’t want to stay in your room? You are working tomorrow, I’m just… here. Doing nothing. I can do that with a bit of back pain.” You smile sadly. Izuku’s face contorts into a frown and a hit of anger sips through his cool facade.

“Don’t say that about yourself.” Izuku retorts angrily. “You are an artist. You make art. You take care of this flat. You take care of me even when I’m being an ungrateful little prick. You tend my wounds and force me to eat.”

“Okay, I get it, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t.” Izuku jumps into your words. “My nightmares used to be about me and my friends being beaten up to pulp. Now my nightmares are about an empty flat where you don’t wait for me to come home. And fuck, I would do anything to have nightmares about battles, blood and villains, because they are so much better than a world without you.”

The suppressed tears roll down your face all at once; even the thought of loosing him makes you want to claw your own heart out and throw it in a ditch and you start to understand why is Izuku acting this way; a life full of suffering is so much better than a life without him by your side.

Romance is a fickle thing and can go wrong any time; a small mistake, the wrong words at the wrong time can break the fragile glass wall around you but nothing can break a bond of companionship; Izuku’s not pushing you away, he’s just trying to save your relationship while breaking his own fucking heart together with your own and somehow, it makes sense now.

“Good night, Izu-Izu.” You smile through the tears and make your way towards Izuku’s room. The door clicks softly after you and you turn on the lights. Everything in this room screams of Izuku; the All Might posters framed on the wall, all signed with small motivational quotes on every single one them, the beautiful shelves full of figurines; two for All Might and three for all his friends; the whole class A is there, even Mineta.

The walls are a beautiful dark green color except the one brick wall behind the head of the bed. There are bunch of Polaroids hanging from the brick wall, all attached to a beautiful string of fairly lights, just like in the living room, but the pictures are much more personal; there is a picture of Izuku in the hospital, smiling, even though all his limbs are in casts, then another one of Katsuki, who’s covered in bandages like a mummy; he’s not even able to breath without a tube; and there is Izuku by his side, his hands grasping the other’s in his sleep. Izuku’s head is resting on their entwined fingers while he sits in the little plastic chair in the most uncomfortable position possible. There is a scribble underneath the picture;

“If we’ve made it this far, there is nothing we can’t achieve.”

There is an old picture of the squad, sitting around the fire, smiling.

“Together, we are stronger.”

And then there’s All Might, skinny and fragile, with a happy smile on his face as he looks at the teen version of Izuku by his side.

The note says:

“I thought I’ll never know how does it feel like to have a dad, but then I realized I’ve always had one.”

Tears fall down on your cheeks as you go through the memories and for your surprise, there is a picture of you, sleeping on the sofa with All Meowth. The note says:

“Home.”

You had no idea he took this picture of you; you didn’t even know he actually owns that camera himself; you thought the pictures in the living room were made by one of his friends; but there is a green polaroid camera sitting on his bookshelf, cute and bright, small little stickers all over the case.

On Izuku’s bedside table there is a beautiful golden statue of All Might with a little tag hanging from his neck; you flip the little tag and there is a message on it.

“To the son I never had. From Toshi.”

You are not surprised he’s never let anyone step into this room except Katsuki; one step into this place and you are inside Izuku’s brain, his whole life story written all over the walls and shelves. This room is another level of personal and you can’t believe you are allowed in here. After a few minutes of crying you move towards the bookshelf; you don’t touch the one in middle as per Izuku’s instructions but you can’t help but move towards the little pile of mess on the side; there is a picture frame turned to the other side and a bunch of little notes scattered all over the place; you take one in your hands and your heart soars; all of the notes are from you.

“No one cares about All Might’s back muscle, stop judging my work so harshly, Midoriya! ><“

Ahh, you can’t help but laugh at the note; it feels like it was ten years ago when Izuku left silly notes on every single one of your drawings. It was fun for the first few days but then it just made you angry. You also giggle at the fact, that you called him Midoriya; you don’t remember the last time you did that.

“Stop changing the settings on All Meowth’s feeder! He’s on a diet!!!! Silly Deku >.<“ !!!”

Yeah, you gave up on that for now. Apparently, Izuku likes his animals “fluffy.”

“I found a blonde hair on your costume, are you cheating on me, Izu-Izu?”

Spoiler: it was Kacchan’s.

“Pizza in the oven! Just press the left button and leave it on for 5 mins to re-heat it. I miss u.”

“Bloody costume goes into the black bin, Izuku! It’s not rocket science!”

Oh my god, you are crying and laughing all at once right now. He kept every single one of your notes, even the mean ones. They are all here, scattered all over the shelf, like it’s not even worth it to put them into a neat pile because he goes through them so frequently; the edges are frazzled and they all look old and wrinkled, like he’s been reading them every day for at least a month. You put the last note down and move towards the picture frame to face it towards you; on the back, there is a sticky note attached to it.

“If love is a picture, it’s this one. Just let it bloom, will ya? - Eijirou”.

You are terrified to turn the frame over but you take a deep breath and do it; it’s a picture of you in Deku’s old costume, snuggled into his side in the backstage area of the convention. Izuku looks at you with teary eyes, a small smile decorating his blushed face as he looks down at you. His arm is around your shoulders and his fingers are playing with the green fake hair attached your scalp.

And that’s when it hits you…

You can’t fucking force this to go away. It will never work. Not for you and not for him.

The love that blooms between you two is indestructible; even if you make a mistake, even if you fall apart, you two are bonded by a bond stronger than any fucking villain, shit, it’s stronger than death itself and it won’t ever change, romantic feelings or not. Even if it ends bad, even if it tears you apart on the long run, you know you’ll stay by his side and he’ll welcome you with open arms, as a friend as a lover, or as a long-lost ex, it doesn’t fucking matter.

“Fuck it.” You yell into the emptiness right as the time changes to 0:00. You stomp out of Izuku’s room to grab that stupid motherfucker by the collar and drag him into his motherfucking bed.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- I’m so sorry to do this to you guys! I’m a mean little potato; but trust me, it will worth the wait! The next chapter is so bloody cute I can’t 😂

- The first season ends next week! I want to cry 😭😭😭 After the first season is finished there will be a one week break so I can get my shit together and then we are back with Deku’s silly shenanigans!

- A more personal note: this week was hell for me, guys. I haven’t written anything except a Midoriya POV of this story which will be the first chapter of season one. First I had Covid then I had a really shitty time getting out of it; I have a really bad immune system + heart issues and bro, I genuinely thought I’m not gonna make it. It gave me terrible anxiety as well because I lost my father a year ago thanks to heart issues, so man… I need a fucking break so much right now. It took me a week and a half to not sleep through the whole day and I had to go to work after a few days so I ended up working 7-4 and sleep for the rest of the day. I can’t believe I managed to keep my fanfiction timetable to stay on time 😂 Priorities, man 😂😂😂

- On a more positive note: I started playing this My Hero Academia mobile game and I’m obsessed. That’s the other reason I’m behind with my writing 😂😂 not even gonna lie, man. It’s called MHA Strongest hero! If you play the game, my name is PurplePotato and I suck balls. 😂

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