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[figureinthedistance]

nooo maggie smith :( just after i read jean brodie... im glad i didn't rewatch now.

[crazy-only]

making dinner with max ! (fluff)

pairing: max x fem!reader

premis: you watch max’s daughter (single dad in this scenario) for more hours than bargained; bby feels bad and decides to treat you to dinner ! lots of fluff !!

preface: omg this one was so much fun to write i wish it would happen to me in real life ＞︿＜ i actually need him, im not kidding ! like always, i hope you enjoy <3 y’all are the best ≧◡≦

head rested on your lap, max’s sweet daughter falls into a deep sleep, tiny body rising and falling with each breath she takes.

“oh, you’re still here,” a male voice says from the main door, silently arriving home like a cat.

you jump a bit and quickly look down to check on penelope, thankfully still sound asleep.

with a smile you shush max and nod to his daughter.

oh, he mouths quietly, having realized his mistake.

with steady hands you carry penelope to her tiny bed, max following your lead like a lost puppy.

or maybe more like a pitbull? his presence was slightly terrifying, him being a millionaire, an f1 racing champion, and such.

and somehow you still managed to have a crush on him.

“there we go,” you murmur under your breath, turning back towards max as the both of you guys exit her room.

“sorry for making you stay for so long,” max says in a normal volume, a safe distance away from his resting daughter.

“it was nothing! i enjoy taking care of her,” you explain shortly, your breath escaping you. you couldn’t place it but there was something about max that intrigued yet scared you. this was the fifth time you’ve watched his daughter; why were you still nervous around him?

he pulled out his wallet, collecting a few hundred-dollar bills. “here,” he says, handing $300 worth of cash into your shaking hand. “for the overtime.”

you start shaking your head, backing away with raised hands. “no, no; it’s really okay! don’t worry, i enjoy the work.”

max sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. “then let me treat you to dinner.” and before you can refute his answer, he says, “just so i don’t feel guilty later.”

you reluctantly nod, predicting how awkward the rest of this night would be with just the two of you.

“great!” max exclaims, having noticed you accepted his offer, and clasped his hands together. “although you might need to help me cook.”

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it was a silent night as max and you prepped the ingredients for hamburgers—penelope’s favorite.

“how’s it going over there,” max prompted from time to time as he formed the meat patties.

you’d respond shyly, “good.”—though it was anything from good if you were being honest—you tried to hide with your the scrambled mess of food you made on the chopping board with your back, hoping your boss wouldn’t notice.

you could not cook for your life, and chopping vegetables—tomatoes in this case—was a great display of this shortcoming. you cursed to yourself as you accidentally slit your index finger, sucking on it to avoid any blood spilling. you didn’t think penelope would want blood-flavored burgers.

discreetly you dashed to the other side of his huge kitchen (why did it have to be so big?!) to grab a napkin in hopes of cleaning your wound.

but, proving to be the f1 champion he is, max twisted at the scuttle of your feet, face contorted in concern at the bloody finger.

you slowly turn as max stalks towards you. you say quickly, “ah, it’s just a little cut, i’m so sorry just give me a secon—“

max doesn’t give you time to make excuses, though, as he grabs your finger and inspects it, seeing how bad your wound was.

“a bandage should do,” he says, completely ignoring your nervous ramble, and instead, retrieves a first aid kid from the nearby cabinet.

“sorry,” you squeak, looking at the floor.

“it’s okay, y/n. don’t worry: it happens all the time to me too,” max assures while getting the necessary supplies. suddenly his eyes go wide at your finger.

you had been fisting your hand trying to calm yourself down, completely oblivious to the increased amount of blood escaping your finger.

max quickly brings your finger up to his mouth, and you watch in shock as he sucks the blood away.

woah.

he takes your finger out of his mouth and, deciding it to be clean enough, disinfects it with an alcohol tissue.

you jolt a bit at the sharp feeling of the alcohol seeping into your bloodstream, and max naturally rubs your hand. “sorry, must’ve hurt.”

you shake your head silently, words gone at the fault of his kindness.

after wrapping your finger in a bandage, max hands back your limb (it felt so cold without his warm touch).

he suddenly laughs, noticing your blank stare. “what are you thinking about?”

unable to take your eyes off of your bandaged wound, nor think straight, you murmur, “in-indirect kissing.”

could you blame yourself? your lips went on your finger. then his went on your finger as well. boom! technically that was a kiss, no?

your mind was going crazy, making you a bit dizzy in the real world.

“interesting,” max observed, nodding slowly with a confused smile.

crap, y/n! you scared him!

you desperately try to make things less-awkward between you and the single dad: “no, no, no; it’s not like that, i swear! i’m just like dumb sometimes and blurt things i don’t mean!”

you gulp, trying to read max’s mind as he shrugs and walks back to your vegetable chopping.

he scoffed, taking in your mess of a salad. then he walked back and tugged you gently by your sleeve, standing you in between him and the counter.

“quick crash course on chopping, okay?” he murmured into your ear, making your heart race for about the hundredth time this evening.

would you have a heart attack with all of these stunts max was obliviously pulling?!

“first,” he said, placing a dull knife into your hand, “always have your finger above this part of the knife when cutting thick foods.” he engulfed your hand in his, yours tiny by comparison, and started showing you a generic chopping motion. you could feel his heartbeat against your back and his breathing on your neck. you could barely focus with him around you, let alone this close to you!

“there, try it now,” max suggested after a minute of guiding your hand, having chopped a carrot.

you nod, nervous, but still manage to cut an onion thanks to his teaching. “max! look!”

but your boss was crying and smiling at the same time, hands rubbing his eyes. “i hate onions!”

laughing you hold the chopping board to his face, letting him cry more.

he yells, running away from the satanic vegetable as you chase him around the counter, the both of you attacked with laughing fits.

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“dinner is ready!” max yells, letting penelope know.

you two wait in silence for penelope’s light footsteps to sound but they never come.

max, confused, raises from his chair and goes to her room. “stay here, she must be asleep.”

patiently, you sit, attempting to calm down your accelerated heart. would it just be the two of you?

“yeah, she’s out,” max announces, regaining his seat at the oak table. “i’ll save the food for her tomorrow.”

you nod, hoping penelope would enjoy it. you really tried your best.

“thanks for, um, teaching me, you know, how to chop and stuff,” you said while nudging a french fry around on your plate.

max, in the middle of biting his cheeseburger, nods.

he laughs, suddenly making a realization: “what kind of babysitter can’t cook?”

you look down dreadfully. “sorry,” you whispered, playing with your hands. “that’s my fault for not learning.”

you hear max curse under his breath as he leans closer to you. “look at me, y/n.”

you listen and look up to face the attractive man, trying to hide with a sad smile your teary eyes.

he brushes a strand of your hair back, studying your face for a moment. “it was meant to be a joke, i’m sorry. i didn’t think you’d take it seriously.” he runs a stressed hand through his hair. “you’re the best babysitter penelope’s ever had. she loves talking about the ‘adventures’ you guys have outside, the things you teach her about the world.“

max laughs. “and honestly, she probably prefers the microwaved food you give her.”

you laugh too. “oh, i see,” you pick up a fork and try to eat your salad but you can feel max’s eyes burning into yours. your silverware clatters to the plate, your nerves making any action remotely basic to be impossible.

max silently collects a bit of food for you on his fork from your plate and holds it in front of your face. “ahhh,” he mimics, smiling.

“is this what you call,” he murmured, watching your lips wrap around the fork, “an indirect kiss?”

you chew your food, eyes blinking at the question max posed, wondering if your ears were playing tricks on you.

what do you even say? was your crush flirting with you?

max, noticing your silence, played with his fork. “sorry, that was inappropriate.”

“no, no, no,” you said, face flaming up. “that was the right usage of the word.”

his eyes darted between your lips and eyes, so quick you almost thought it never happened. “can you show me what a ‘kiss’ is, then?”

trembling a bit you say, “it’s, uh, when two people touch each other on their lips and—“

max rose out of his chair with a smile, admiring your sweetness. “can you show me, then?” he neared you, towering over your seated position.

“oh, um,” you mumbled nervously, “only—only if you want.”

he leaned his large hands on the arms of your chair, watching as you shut your eyes quickly.

he laughed, petting your head. “so cute.”

you blindly pouted, a bit embarrassed.

shivering in anticipation, you felt a gentle finger feel your lips. “y/n,” max said, making you open your eyes. “are you okay with this?”

you nodded, staring up at him from under your lashes. “please, max,” you murmur, kissing his calloused finger, causing his eyes to shutter.

he leaned towards you, searching your eyes for confirmation, then softly brushed his lips on yours, him humming at the contact.

he held your check, deepening the kiss, addicted to your taste. you tried to keep up with max, and thankfully, he helped your shy lips along the way.

when he finally pulled away he was panting, you grinning sheepishly.

“way better than indirect kissing,” you decide aloud, making max laugh.

“agreed.”

you leaned your head into his palm. max smiled as he realized you finally opened up for him.

“does daddy have a girlfriend?” a young girl’s voice suddenly asked from behind the both of you, making you jolt away from max’s hand.

penelope, holding a stuffed animal, was standing still in the hallway, her tiny head tilted in confusion.

“oh, no, sorry max, shoot—“ you whisper under your breath.

“yes,” max suddenly stated to his daughter, resting a warm, comforting hand on your shoulder, “she’s mine.”

you look up and find max staring back, raising his eyebrows to check if the statement was true.

you chuckled, raising from your seat to shyly hug your new boyfriend sideways. “i’m his.”

penelope clapped happily, a big smile on her face, making you let out a deep breath. “yayyy!” she exlaimed, “now i can eat mac and cheese always!”

[closets-closet]

THIS COULD WORK WITH EITHER PRICE OR GHOST AND I LOVE BOTH SO MUCH SOO U PICK 😖

141 finding out on accident that ghost/price is married?!?! BEEN married. They bug him to introduce them to the missus, and he finally does it so they leave him alone, he takes them to his house made a home by the sweet bundle of light, shes a absolute darling, gorgeous thing. They’re kinda shocked how he pulled that

IM MELTINGGHFBDBSBZK

I LOVE THIS, could you imagine the chaos on base when Johnny or Kyle finds out about this mystery woman. Because we know damn well Simon pulled a drop dead gorgeous wife. Anywhosie here’s my take on this amazing prompt.

“Simon Pleaseeeee” Johnny trails out his arms dramatically spread out infront of him. It was just recently Price slipped up and revealed to the team that Simon was married and has a Missus at home, and that’s all it took for Johnny and Kyle to lose their minds. “Simon” Kyle dead pans “Why won’t you let us see the lady” Simon huffs, before looking at both of them, frustration bubbling in his chest. “Not happening mate, work and personal life stay separate.” He grumbles one more time before pushing out of his seat, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder and making his way to the door. “Now if you don’t mind, i’ve got my lady waitin’ for me at home.”

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“Dove?” You hear your husband call from the front door of your shared home “I’m back” You appear from around the door way to the kitchen, apron tied around your waist and hair up “Welcome home” You smile “I’ve almost finished dinner for you” He walks into the kitchen immediately circling your waist with his hands burring his face in your neck “I’m conflicted” He admits quietly as he takes you in “The boys want to meet you, but I don’t want them to know how lucky i’ve gotten.” You sigh gently hooking your fingers under the black balaclava that covers his face, slowly pulling it off. “It’s your choice, but I don’t mind having them come by, I’ll make them dinner and everything” You hand brushes over his cheek before planing a small kiss across his lips. “Okay then” He whispers leaving into a little bit more “We’ll have them over”

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“Finally” Johnny cheers excitedly as they walk up the drive to your shared home, a modest one story at the end of a small residential street. “Got you a quaint little place here” Price comments as they stand at the door, the smell of food wafting out from behind it. “Come on in fellas” Simon says as he pushes open the front door.

“Hello everyone” you greet, voice floating towards them. “It’s so nice to finally meet you all, Si happens to talk about you guys a whole bunch.” The smile you gives them melts the boys all to puddles. “Please come in, make yourself at home” you step aside letting them all in.

“Beautiful home you’ve got here ma’am” Kyle says stepping further into the house that’s littered with framed pictures of you and Simon together. “L.T never told me you clean up so well” Johnny teases as he examines a wedding photos that hangs over the kitchen bar. Simon moves to stand behind you, hands resting on your waist gently. Price moves to stand infront of you extending his hand “John Price” He introduces, You meet his hand shaking it firmly “Thank you for keeping him safe” You respond giving him a warm smile that melts him. “How long ye been married” Johnny pipes up from the living room where he’s petting yours and Simon’s cat. “About 3 years” you question out trying to remember exact dates. Simon lets out a long sigh, a symbol this is going to be a long night for him.

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It’s about 23:30 when the boys leave. “That wasn’t so bad” You sigh taking a seat next to Simon on the couch, wine glass pinched between your fingers “They’re good kids” You mention snuggling close to your husband. “They are” He admits looking down at you, the smell of the whisky he’s drinking flooding your nose “Should have em around more often” you say looking to him “They make you smile in a way I don’t see to often” He looks to you smiling gently “I guess they do” He whispers getting closer to you pressing a small kiss to your lips.

I should be his wife *SIGH*

[cheolism]

laundry and jiu jitjsu

✧ seungcheol x reader

✧ request from @softnyams, who wanted seungcheol showing his jiu jitsu moves and play fighting. i hope you enjoy this!!! <3

✧ summary: after seungcheol leaves the laundry unfolded on your bed before going to his jiu jitsu lesons, you decide to take action.

✧ wc is aprox 4k

✧ genre: fluff, humor. already together, living together. domestic life. they have a cat.

✧ notes: wrestling, pettiness, name-calling, pinching. reader plays dirty. the cat sits on the counter. mentions of having showered together in the past. he wears a tanktop and his biceps are mentioned. i don't know jiu jitsu. i also don't fold my laundry so ig i'm my character's own worst enemy </3

Living with Seungcheol had its ups and downs. More ups than downs, of course. Way more. But still there were downs, moments that had you rolling your eyes and reminiscing on what it was like to live alone. 

You wouldn’t trade anything for that back, however. No matter how many times you ask Seungcheol to throw his socks into the laundry basket instead of just peeling them off at the front entrance; no matter how many times you ask him to use a bowl when eating cherries instead of just leaning over the kitchen sink, spitting the seeds out into the sink. 

No matter how many times you ask Seungcheol to actually fold the laundry instead of just dumping it on the bed, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

That’s what you were trying to tell yourself. 

Which was reasonable! 

But still, coming home after a day of work to see all your clothes tossed out on your bed after your boyfriend had said he would do the laundry did put a damper in your good mood. 

But still, coming home after a day of work to see all your clothes tossed out on your bed after your boyfriend had said he would do the laundry did put a damper in your good mood. 

You worked your way out of your blazer, pausing before you folded it and put it with the pants. You grabbed the pants and shook them out before throwing them on the top of the pile, your blazer joining. 

There was a little noise of surprise from the pile. Then Darling’s startled head wiggled out from underneath your pants, her bright eyes blinking at you. “Mrp?”

“Sorry, Darling,” you cooed, going to the pile. You scooped your black cat up, having not seen her due to her lying on one of Seungcheol’s black hoodies. She began purring, nustling her face underneath your jaw and pressing her cold nose to your neck. “I can’t believe he didn’t fold the laundry. He said all he had to do today was go to his jiu jitsu lessons. Was it too much for him to fold the dang laundry?”

Darling didn’t respond. The cat, who was of a considerable size due to her enormous amount of fluff, instead began kneading against your collarbone. Sighing, you sunk your hand into her fur and absentmindedly began to pet her. “At least you got something out of it. Probably enjoyed sleeping on top of all that clean laundry, huh, Darling?”

The two of you went around the room, Darling swiveling her head back and forth to watch you as you grabbed joggers and a hoodie. She let out a meow of protest when you set her on the floor, but once you were clothed again you grabbed her. She let out a surprised mrp? when you lifted her back into your hold, but settled in easily. 

With your baby in your arms, you wandered back out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. The counter was clean of the dishes that had lined it that morning, pots and pans drying out on the dishrack. The rest of them were resting in the dishwasher, clean and spotless. 

Sighing, you dropped Darling so you could grab a cup. “At least he does dishes, right?”

You went to the fridge, pulling out some fruit punch. When you turned back to the counter, twisting the plastic cap off of the bottle, Darling was sitting there. She looked like a proper little lady, her paws resting at the edge of the counter and head slightly tilted at you. Darling blinked, noticing you looking at her, before erupting in a meow. 

“If Seungcheol saw you sitting on the counter he would flip,” you chastised. You settled in next to her, getting ready to pour the punch. “We’ll just wipe off the counter before we make supper and he won’t know any better, will he?”

Despite having lived with Seungcheol for a little over a year, when you heard the key enter the lock and the little click of the lock releasing, you still froze and turned to watch the door. You waited, holding your breath, as the door quickly opened. 

Never once had a serial murderer or thief used a key to enter your apartment, but you never knew when they would start. 

Then your boyfriend was rounding the door, kicking it shut behind him. His dark hair, still curly from the perm he had gotten weeks ago, poked out from beneath his black beanie. He was wearing his overly large white hoodie, accompanied by his black cargo pants. A typical Choi Seungcheol look. 

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, smiling once he caught sight of you. Then Seungcheol’s eyes drifted, and his smile flipped into a frown and his thick eyebrows furrowed. “Darling. What are you doing on the counter?”

Darling stood up, tail going straight into the air. She meowed excitedly at the sight of Seungcheol, despite the scolding tone he had. She jumped off of the counter only to then jump onto the kitchen table, going to the corner of it and craning out her neck, meowing frantically, tail striking the air in her excitement. 

“Someone wants you to pick her up, Cheolie,” you laughed, returning the punch to the fridge. Seungcheol was holding Darling when you turned back around, your black cat pressing her face against his, tail swishing against his hoodie. “What a big baby.”

Seungcheol hummed, his large hand settling over her head. He ran his hand down the length of her spine, pressing his lips against the crown of her head. “She is a baby.”

He crossed the room to you, moving the hand that wasn’t holding Darling to reach out for you. You pressed yourself against him, careful not to squash Darling between the two of you. Your sides pressed together, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and drawing you ever-close. Burrowing your face into his chest, you pressed kisses there. 

“And me?” You asked, peering up at him with a faint grin. 

Seungcheol pulled away, moving to place Darling on a kitchen chair. Then he returned to you, his large hands cupping your face. “You’re my baby,” he said. You fell into him easily, his hands guiding you close, your hands going to grasp at his hoodie. Your eyes slipped shut as his lips pressed against your forehead. Moving your hands, you wrapped your arms around him in an attempt to mold your bodies together. You were surrounded by Seungcheol, which was, if you were honest, your favorite place to be. His cologne was thick and expensive, and you could smell your laundry detergent and fabric softener from his hoodie. 

And he was warm. He was so warm, his body heat sinking into your fingers and face, traveling through your body and warming every centimeter of your heart and soul. Seungcheol was likened to a fire more often than not, people quoting his fiery passion and temper for the analogy. But there was also the warmth of his eyes as he watched his friends laugh and make jokes, the warmth of his voice as he murmured I love you; the warmth of his embrace and how safe and loved and wanted they -- he -- made you feel. 

Pulling away from his chest, you rose to the tips of your toes. Knowing, Seungcheol lowered his face and met you halfway, his lips meeting yours. The two of you exchanged a series of quick kisses, a small smile slowly taking over your lips at every satisfying smack of your lips. 

“Stop messing around,” he mumbled. Then his hands moved and tangled into your hair, angling your face to his liking. Seungcheol descended on you, his mouth prying yours open, pressing hot, quick kisses on your lips that stole your breath. 

Satisfied, he pulled away. His smoothed your hair, eyes soft and sweet. “Okay. Now we’re good.”

“Oh?” You laughed, reaching up and grabbing his hands. He squeezed yours, and you pressed a kiss to the backs of his hands. “Sometimes I forget how stingy you are.”

“Not stingy,” Seungcheol protested. “I’m a just man who knows what he wants.” You laughed again, pulling away. Darling had left the two of you for the couch, stretching out on the top and licking at her stomach. “And what is that, Cheolie?”

“A proper fucking kiss when I see my baby after a full day apart.” He reaches out for you once more, hands on your cheeks. Seungcheol kisses your lips once more before trialing to them your chin, cheeks, temple and forehead. 

Finally the two of you separated, you returning to your abandoned cup of fruit punch. Seungcheol peeled his hoodie off of his body and tossed it onto the dining table, leaving him in just his dark tank top. He stretched out his arms, pale, thick muscle bulging and a satisfied sigh escaping his mouth. 

You watched all the while, though the serenity that had settled within you was displaced by the reminder of the pile of clothes on your bed. Taking one last sip of your punch before throwing it in the sink, you slowly began your trek to your boyfriend as he hunched over to peel his socks off. 

“So,” you drew out the word, watching him ball up his socks. “Did you get to your lessons okay?” Seungcheol straightened, transferring his socks to one hand and grabbing his discarded hoodie. “Mm. I had so much restless energy today. It was nice being able to get it all out of me, you know?” “I bet,” you said, trying to appear empathetic. You followed your boyfriend into the hall where he discarded his dirty clothing in the hamper. Next he grabbed his beanie and tugged it off, though he didn’t toss it in the hamper. “Must’ve been nice to take out your energy like that.”

“It is!” He agreed, dark eyes shining. “I was able to perfect a move today. Wanna see?”

You nodded. Seungcheol then fished his phone out of his pants pocket, pressing close against you. He opened up his gallery. “I recorded me doing it to show you,” he explained. 

You fought to hide the little grin that began to appear on your face. Despite Seungcheol being a blackbelt in taekwondo, learning jiu jitsu, having bulging muscles and seeming like the sort of man who didn’t need anyone’s approval, he always sought out some sort of praise from you. 

Once you had been folding paper flowers, a pastime craft you had learned in high school. Seungcheol had wandered into the living room to see you sitting on the floor, surrounded by paper flowers and paper sheets. He had watched you do one and then sat down next to you, snatching a piece of paper to fold alongside you. 

So you had guided him, slowly folding and gluing. Seungcheol had been a dutiful student, and while the end result wasn’t the prettiest flower, he still placed it in the center of his palm and proudly presented it to you, a boyish grin brightening his face. 

Compliments and praises had poured out of you, and you had taken the flower and gone into the office room. Seungcheol had followed, obviously pleased when you set the flower on your bookshelf. 

There were a series of videos on his gallery just from today’s practice. He flicked through them before seemingly finding the one he intended to show. Seungcheol angled his phone towards you. “This is called a butterfly sweep.”

You watched as Seungcheol laid beneath his trainer, the two men grappling with one another for a few moments. And then Seungcheol got his arm next to the other man’s neck, his leg between the other man’s, and then he was flipping the man up and over. The man landed on the other side of Seungcheol, back on the ground, arms splayed out in an attempt to catch himself. 

Despite not really understanding what was going on, you grinning nonetheless. “That’s so cool, Cheolie,” you praised, turning to face him. 

Seungcheol was already facing you, having been watching. He smiled widely at your praise, pleased. 

“It looked really effortless when you did it,” you carried on. “I can’t believe you’ve only been doing jiu jitsu for a month and a half now.”

“What can I say,” Seungcheol began, obviously enjoying every moment of your attention. He flicked through his videos, that overly satisfied, slightly cocky look on his face never leaving. “Your boyfriend is just really good at this sort of thing.”

He then paused, turning to you. “I can show you how I did it, if you want.”

Which had led to the two of you moving the coffee table across the living room, freeing up the wide space. Seungcheol grabbed the pillows and blanket off of the couch, Darling having stopped bathing herself to watch as the two of you prepared. 

“Okay,” he began, sitting on the floor. He was leaning back on his hands, his feet resting flat against the hardwood. “I’ll be the one doing it. Just do what I say, okay, baby? Don’t struggle or anything and just move with me and you won’t get hurt.

“Now. Kneel at my feet.”

You did as he said, squinting in false accusation at him. “If this is just an elaborate set-up --”

Seungcheol laughed, shaking his head. He leaned forward, his right arm coming up underneath your left and looping across your back. “So this is just an underhook.”

“I remember,” you said. Seungcheol had taken to showing off most of his newly acquired knowledge with you, and while you couldn’t remember all of what he said, you did remember some. “Now what, babe?”

“Put your arms out on either side of my torso,” he instructed. “Now,” he carried on, doing as he talked, “I’m going to hold your elbow and squeeze your wrist against my side with my elbow. Normally instead of holding your elbow I would clamp it, squeeze the muscles there and pinch them.”

He shifted, his leg moving from where you had been straddling to cross underneath his other one. “I’m going to start moving you now. Don’t fight it. I’m going to bring my ear down to the floor, and as I move, I’m going to move you with me and kick my foot out to kick your legs and get them in the air. Remember, baby, to move with me.”

And then Seungcheol slowly moved, just as he had said. You moved with him, letting Seungcheol manipulate your body and flowing with his movement. His arm around you tightened as he moved, and even though he was flipping you onto the ground, his slow movements and the arm around you prevented you from slamming against the wooden floors. Instead you were lowered as gently as possible, so you were flat beside him. 

You were still breathless at the end of it. He was leaning over you, your arm looped around his chest and his both holding you down. Seungcheol’s face was close enough to where you could see the dark shadows beneath his eyes that always lingered despite him getting enough rest, the little dark spots on his face. 

“From here I’d do some sort of hold,” he explained, flicking his hair out of his face. 

You nodded. “Hey, Cheol?”

“Yeah, baby?”

His arms repositioned around you. One of his hands went to your head, smoothing back your hair and stroking it fondly. For a moment you let yourself bask in his attention, feeling slightly bad for what you were about to do. But then:

“Why didn’t you fold the damn clothes and put them away before leaving?”

Immediately Seungcheol froze against you. His eyes widened, jaw dropping. Then you were moving. You looped your arm around the arm that was around you, creating space between the two of you; then you used your other arm to meet your first one, hands settled over one another and pushing against Seungcheol while you moved back and away, creating more space and getting out of his hold. 

Still shocked, Seungcheol put up no fight against you. He laid there, half sitting up, watching as you went to your knees. “Baby, what --”

You then launched yourself at him, straddling his waist and pressing his shoulders into the floor. Seungcheol’s hands immediately went to your waist, holding you in place. “Baby --”

“Jerk,” you said, hands slapping against his shoulders. “Put away the fucking laundry if you’re going to do it! If you’re not going to fold the clothes and put them away just don’t do the laundry!” 

His hands tightened around your waist, and then one of his arms was worming up and between the two of you to create space. Immediately you hooked your arm around his, holding it in place. Seungcheol cursed, “You’re lucky I don’t want to hurt you. Otherwise you’d be on the floor.”

“Yeah?” You huffed, squeezing his arm. Your free hand slipped into his armhole, which was overly large due to Seungcheol having cut it so, your fingers lightly pinching at the skin there. Seungcheol let out a shriek -- though he would deny it was a shriek. 

Then you were lifted up and over, just like before. And just like before Seungcheol’s arm was around your back, protecting you from the brunt of the landing. He quickly moved, straddling you like you did him. 

“That fucking hurt,” he struggled, fighting off your hands as they pushed against his chest. “What did I say about pinching?”

One of your hands slipped free of his and slapped against his bicep, your palm stinging from the impact. Seungcheol cursed, his knees tight as they squeezed your hips to keep you at bay. His other hand went to try and wrap around your wrist, and you used his distraction to shove at his shoulder in an attempt to get him off. 

“Stop --” He managed to get both of your wrists in his hold, pressing them against the floor. “There. You absolute ass. What happened to talking things out?”

“Leaving clothes on the bed happened,” you hotly returned. Your heart was pumping, and you could feel yourself begin to sweat. Still, even though he had both your wrists pinned, you had no intention of stopping. You got your feet beneath you, using your toes to try and bridge.

Meaning, in simple terms, you were frantically bucking up against Seungcheol in an effort to get him off. 

Seungcheol, surprised and confused, rose off of your hips. “What are you --”

You used the space he created between the two of you to scrunch up and wiggle, loosening his grip on your wrists. Seungcheol quickly gave up on holding your arms down, moving instead to loop his legs through yours and sit on your thighs, keeping your lower half trapped between him. 

“There,” he sighed, hands on your stomach and keeping you down. His bicep muscles bulged as he exerted strength against your stomach as you struggled, hands slapping against his arms and trying to get ahold of him. “What has gotten into you?”

Then you had the skin of his upper arms between your fingers, tight and ready. “I’ll fucking pinch you if you don’t let me go. Don’t think I won’t.”

“If you pinch me you’ll regret it,” he warned. His eyes were blazing, and his body was heavy on top of yours. For all Seungcheol loved to baby you, he wasn’t going to back down from a stand-off just because you were on the opposing side. Just because he was the one to press band-aids to your scratches and kiss your temples whenever you got migraines didn’t mean he was going to let you win a wrestling match between the two of you. 

“I’ve got you trapped beneath me,” he announced. “And I know your tickle spots.”

You narrowed your eyes, glaring at him. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” he said, “and I can.”

“My armpits are all sweaty,” you provided, wiggling beneath him. “Won’t want to tickle me there.”

“You think I care about armpit sweat?” Seungcheol mocked, grinning down at you. “I’ve showered with you, I’ve cleaned your sweaty body before.”

You bucked up against him once more. Seungcheol squeezed your body between his knees in response. Sighing, you laid your head back against the floor. “Fine. I won’t pinch you.”

“And we’re done wrestling,” he demanded. “Say it.”

Pouting, you relented. Seungcheol released your legs from his hold, but he still sat on your thighs. He settled his weight on you, using one of his hands to run through his hair in a poor attempt to coax it into lying flat. “So what was this about? The laundry on the bed? I was going to fold it after jiu jitsu, baby.”

You continued to frown up at him, wiggling. You moved your hands to press against his thighs, feeling the muscle flex. “Cheol. It’s not about you doing it later. It’s just like. You decided to do laundry and didn’t finish it, meaning that when I came home to relax it was to the sight of another chore I would have to do.”

“But if I hadn’t washed the laundry that still would’ve been a chore for you.”

You sighed, throwing him a look. “Cheol. It’s the thought, you know? You thought about doing laundry, meaning you must’ve had some intent of folding it and putting it away. And then you just didn’t. You didn’t put it away, which meant you were leaving it to do later, but you knew I would be returning home from work before your lessons were done. So you were leaving it for me, Seungcheol. And I don’t mind doing chores. You know that. 

“It’s just after a long day at work, do you really want to come home and see some unfinished chore your boyfriend started?”

Seungcheol closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. Then he moved off of you, settling his body next to yours. Seungcheol leaned over you, the line of his body against you. His hand that wasn’t supporting his body went to your lips, tracing them, before his hand settled against your neck. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, voice deep and thick. His lashes fluttered as he blinked. “I didn’t think about that. Honestly, I didn’t.” “I know, Cheol,” you wiggled your hand from between your bodies, moving it to brush his bangs out of his face. “But you gotta think about stuff like that. It’s not fair to me.”

Seungcheol moved his hand again. He cupped your cheek before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better to think about stuff, okay?” “Okay,” you softly repeated. 

Then something poked at your head. You shifted to see Darling staring down at you, her paw raised in the air from when she had tapped you. Darling did it again, letting out a little meow. 

Seungcheol laughed. He raised off of you, allowing you to sit up. “Here she comes to investigate.”

You gathered Darling into your arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She turned her face away to look at Seungcheol, her paws settling on your arm. She meowed again and Seungcheol relented, bridging the gap to pet her. “Clingy cat.”

“Just like her dad,” you said, grinning at him. 

Seungcheol rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just as clingy as me.”

“Am not.”

“You are literally the clingiest person I know,” he protested. Then after a moment, he amended his statement. “Well. After Mingyu, of course.”

You laughed, startling Darling. She squirmed in your hold. “I was going to say! Imagine being Mingyu’s boyfriend.”

Seungcheol did an exaggerated shudder. “I’d never get anything done.”

“Not like you get anything done anyways,” you argued back, grinning. You stood, stretching and looking down at him. Then, trying to fight the sly little smile that had taken over, you couldn’t help but add: “Like folding the laundry.”

And then you tackled onto the couch, your boyfriend’s full weight against you as he began tickling your sides. 

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DEALER!ELLIE X READER - CAT FIGHT. [COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AU].

[PART EIGHT TO THE CATGIRL SERIES.]

WORD COUNT - 2,214.

RATING - 18+. [protective Ellie, lesbian sex].

SUMMARY - you and ellie get back together, but an angry doris confronts you.

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You smiled, never had you thought you’d have a lover serenading to you. Your hands cupped your face as Ellie hummed, while she easily strummed her fingers against her instrument, you had watched with awe as you listened to the lyrics fall out of her lips, “I watch the moon, let it run my mood, can’t stop thinking of you,” the girl sang, and complimented you had leaned your back against the head board, hands now away from your face and now against your lap as she finished.

“That was amazing,” you said as she put down her guitar against the foot of her bed.

“Thank you,” Ellie acknowledged before she moved herself to kiss you, it was quick and soft, but the smiles between the two of you had mirrored the intense shared passion.

It had been two weeks ever since what had happened, and the two of you were confident to say that it had pushed the two of you closer.

Ellie had now had you in her arms as you comfortably rested on her chest, you stared up at the ceiling. “Did you really mean that song?” You curiously questioned, you looked up at Ellie, hands around her tattooed arm as she stared back at you.

“I can never stop thinking about you,” Ellie truthfully shared and with another kiss, you had gently flipped yourself so you could lay on your stomach. Eager to touch her mouth, you had moved your hands beneath her shirt but the sound of someone knocking on Ellie’s dorm door had stopped the two of you.

Your girlfriend had groaned as she pulled herself off her bed. It had been both Dina and Jesse behind the door, and quickly, you had remembered there was a party the four of you were going to. Jesse said he’d drive, which is why the two of them had gone to pick both of you.

You pulled on your shoes, and now on your feet, both you and Jesse greeted each other, he threw a certain look towards your way before he had commented. “What were you love birds doing?” He questioned; half of his question had sounded serious but you were able to hear the playful tone.

With a knowing look, you arched your eyebrow. “Leave it to your imagination,” you responded as you slipped past him and before he did, Dina slapped his arm.

“Don’t you dare imagine anything,” she comically threatened which had then caused the rest of you to laugh.

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It was loud and packed. Both you and Ellie had clung onto each other as the two of you adjusted to the new atmosphere, there had been led lights, drinking competitions and people passionately kissing each other on one of the couches on display

“I wonder if there’s a room we can be in,” you poorly joked, thus Ellie squeezed your hand to reassure you.

“We should get a drink,” she said and with a quick peck on her lip, you told your girlfriend that you’d be the one to get them.

Once you left her side, you scanned for where most of the drinks had come from and made a bee-line towards it once you had found it. You hadn’t realised Doris had been there, but once you had felt someone’s hard eyes dig into you, you had looked up.

You remained silent as you poured both you and Ellie drinks but as you went to leave, Doris had commented.

“You managed to get Ellie back,” Doris said, as if what had come out of her mouth had been irony.

You turned to look at her. “I’m serious about her.”

“It took you time to become serious,” Doris pointed out, which had been true. “To be serious about people, I mean.”

Flatly, you smiled. “The previous people I were with were just stepping stones to get to Ellie I guess.”

Doris smiled right back at you, and in a matter of seconds, the liquid in her cup had been splashed all over you. Everyone turned to look at what had been happening, and annoyed, you had thrown your drink back at Doris as people encouraged the two of you to fight.

Quick on her feet, Ellie immediately stepped in between you and Doris, her eyes dark as she looked at your ex-partner. “Leave [Y/N] the fuck alone!” Ellie rudely spat, and bold, Doris had taken a step forward, ready to speak, but Ellie had been quicker. “I promise I’d give you the beating I should’ve did back in the toilets.”

With a scoff, Doris looked at both you and Ellie up and down before she left. Your arms crossed, you realised how drenched you were, your excitement for the party had been put out the moment Doris threw her drink on you. “I’m wet but not in a good way,” you muttered as Ellie turned to look at you.

Empathetic, Ellie had sighed as she grabbed your wrist. “Come on, let us look for somewhere to dry you up,” she said and obedient, you had followed your girlfriend through the crowds who returned to party to the loud music.

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The two of you had found a room to sit in, Ellie had been the one to look for a bathroom and a towel, and once she did, she had used it to dry you up. “At least you still look very pretty,” Ellie said and you rolled your eyes to her comedic timing.

“Please you love being told you’re pretty,” she teased before she kissed you. Tenderly, Ellie had pulled away before she tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “How do you feel?” She asked as she gave you another peck. “Being confronted, and everything with your dad?”

You burst out laughing. “Ellie, we’re about to have sex and you’re asking me about my dad?” You asked and with red cheeks, Ellie kissed you again.

“I’m so stupid,” she mumbled and you agreed, with a smile you pulled her closer as she slipped off your shirt.

You had gently moaned as you could feel her grope your breasts. You could feel the way she circled her thumb around your breast fore she moved her tongue to suck it, her other hand had slipped off your lower garments and to support yourself, you had rested on your elbows as you had watched her desperately devour you. Her mouth had been hot and wet, and every few times she’s suck on your breast she’d fan her hot breath against your skin.

Ellie had slid down your body, left trails of wet kisses against your naked skin till she met with the opening of your legs. Elie had been terrifically wet and had the obsessive crave to rub herself against you, but she had focused on you, had left kisses between your thigs before her mouth wrapped around your pearl, as she sucked, the texture of her tongue had stroked against your slit, and you had shuddered, sensitive, your hand immediately reached for her hair.

The tip of her tongue repeatedly flicked against your clit before she slid her tongue inside, her swift movements had caused you to shake in surprise, her tongue also being aided by her digits had glided inside of you, her fingers arched as she stroked the soft lump inside of your cunt, eyes sunken into yours as she had watched the way your body had twitched.

“Ellie!” You had whined as you could feel yourself quickly cum, with a smirk, Ellie moved herself back to your lips, she had a smirk on her face, a smirk of arrogance, proud of how easy she had made you climax. The Williams girl helped herself to pull off the rest of her clothing, and immediately, your eyes were trained on her lean body.

“Look at me,” she commanded and immediately you did, your lower lips tucked behind your teeth, as you felt her adjust on top of you, your wet skins had barely touched but there was a ghostly gasp that left your lips, and when you had felt the pressure of her weight lean against yours, your eyes softened.

Your hands against her waist you had supported Ellie’s weight on top of yours as she commenced to rub her clit against yours. She moaned as she lowered her body against yours, her face buried between the crook of your neck as she had moaned, her eyes rolled back as the gentle sparks began to increase.

“Kiss me!” She begged and immediately, her lips were pressed against yours, the slick shared between your heat had augmented, and the lewd sting of her pressing your clit against yours had boosted, you had tucked your tongue into her mouth as she had sucked, her thrust had become quicker and more animalistic, greedy to chase her high, Ellie had moved her lips to the sharpness of your jaw, hungry as she used her tongue to lick down your neck.

Intense, your nails had dug into her back, you were almost there, entranced by the way your clit had moved and circled against hers, your eyes watered. “Fuck!” You cried out just as your body started to twitch. “Ellie!” You screamed as you climaxed, stubborn, Ellie had remained against you, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her figure slowly cloaked with heat.

Her hand that was tightly clasped with yours had dug into your skin, she was wordless, looking down on you as she bounced on your swollen clit, her orgasm coming seconds after yours. Her nectar, spilled against your opened heat as she had then dropped beside you. Briefly, she had pushed a deep sigh as her wet eyes looked up at the ceiling.

“We should get back,” you breathed out as you had then sat up at the side of your bed, your back faced towards her, aware that the sight of her eyes glided down the figure of your back. You held back a smirk, if it had been you two back at her dorm, you would’ve gone for second rounds.

❊❊❊

It had been another week, you had remained by Ellie, spent almost the entirety of your term in her dorm, your finals were soon, but reluctant to stay away from you, Ellie had encouraged you to crash at hers.

The both of you knew how’d it end, kissing and touching each other. Ellie singing to you as you wrote about your fashion research, truthfully, the sex had taken over the amount of time you had spent with her, but it had been one of your favourite things to do, lips gently locked with hers as your fingers circled her clit, her tongue slipped into yours as she arched her fingers into your depth.

You had gasped into her mouth as you could feel your orgasm reach, around your fingers you had released, and Ellie had been after you. Currently, with your forehead pressed against each other, you had been the first one to roll against your back.

“After all this,” you said out of exhaustion. “Where should we go?”

“London,” Ellie quickly said and excited your eyes brightened.

You had then sat up. “London,” you said with a smile. “I’d love to go there,” you encouraged as you slipped on your panties.

“And then to Paris, to Rome,” Ellie listed, in early anticipation of what the future held for the both of you. “We go to the Eiffel Tower and we make out under it.”

You hit her shoulder as you teased her. “How corny,” you joked and with the dramatic roll of her eyes, Ellie pulled her hands behind her head.

When you put on the rest of your clothes, Ellie decided to put on her briefs, you phone had then rung and with a dismissive look you had muttered. “I’ll reply to it later.”

Unsure, Ellie stood to her feet, her gazed fixed on your phone, it had vibrated as the screen shined brightly white. “I think it is best that you answer now,” she suggested, though with the sound of her voice, it had appeared more commanding.

With a side smile you reached for it, unaware that the number of missed calls had been detrimental.

It was from your mother.

With a frown you had picked up the call, you had quickly pulled a strand of hair behind your ear as the sound you were met with were the frantic cries of your mother. You didn’t need to hear what she had to say because you knew, it had come to you like a moth to a flame, but with your silence and the stiffness of your body, you didn’t know if you had become paralysed or had been in shock to what your mother finally said.

You knew it was always going to happen, but there was always a delusional hope you had within you that believed that your he would survive, but it was just the inner child naivety. A scared daughter clinging onto her dying father. You had already wept before you mother had spoken, but when her woe words eventually came out of her mouth, clarifying the death of your father, your whole world had come to a stop.

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Closure Pt. 3

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x plus size!reader

Warnings: swearing, anger, idk what else

Series Summary: You never knew Steve could be so shallow. When he leaves you to date Nancy Wheeler, you're left with a pain you thought he'd never leave with you. Maybe you should've stayed friends.

Part Summary: Robin invites you over for a small get-together before you leave, little did you know Steve was also invited.

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Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*****

It's just an hour. And it'll be nice to see everyone again. I mean, I haven't seen Robin in years. I wonder whatever happened with Vickie.

I press the doorbell of the older-looking apartment. A loud ring echoes from the other side of the door. Immediately, it's opened by an excited-looking Robin.

" You made it! " She grins, pulling me into a tight hug. Her hair's grown slightly but she still looks the same as she did in high school. " We have so much to catch up on. I haven't seen you in forever. "

" Of course I made it, Rob. I wouldn't miss this for the world. " I smile at the girl.

She leads me into the apartment, loud voices immediately flooding my ears. " Make yourself at home. There's snacks and games in the living room. And Eddie brought beer. There's a few people I invited that you might not know. I hope that's okay. "

" That's alright. I don't mind. "

" Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. " Eddie's playfully acts annoyed. His hands are on his hips, a pout on his lips. His arms support multiple new tattoos, some of which look fresher than others. " I thought you died. "

I roll my eyes. " Still alive and kicking. I see you're still a drama queen. "

Eddie gasps. " Am not. "

" It's good to see you, Ed. " I grin while hugging the slightly older man. " How's the band? "

" Better than ever. " Eddie pulls out a folded sheet of paper from his black jeans. He opens it, revealing this band logo on the very top. " We're playing multiple venues now. And we've been asked to go meet with some exec hot shots for a record label. " His excitement is evident in his tone. " We fucking did it, Y/N. "

" I'm so proud of you! "

The doorbell rings and Robin jumps up from her spot on the couch to answer the door.

A few muffled voices make their way down the hallway as Robin brings the guests further into apartment.

" What about you? What've you been up too? Livin' good up in the big city? " Eddie asks. His arms are splayed out comfortably on the top of the sofa behind him. His legs are lazily crossed out in front of him, his posture very casual.

I don't get to respond. A voice behind me grabs my attention.

" Y/N? "

I know that voice.

Steve.

I turn my head to see the man I'd been hoping to avoid for days now.

Fuck.

Steve's eyes are wide in confusion. He looks slightly older but still just as attractive as he did all those years before. His hair is still styled the same, only slightly longer.

" Steve? " I mumble in surprise.

" You two know each other? " Robin asks, a smile on her face. She has no idea about us.

I nod stiffly. " We did a long time ago. "

A small movement behind Steve's shoulder grabs my attention. Nancy Wheeler peeks over his shoulder, curious to who I am.

" Oh my, Y/N? " Nancy smiles warmly.

Even better.

" Hey, Nancy. " I greet politely. Moments ago this apartment felt fun and casual. Now it feels absolutely suffocating.

I thought I was done with Steve. I threw his shit away. Why is this bugging me so much? He's a stranger now.

Then why does he feel so familiar?

The doorbell rings again and Eddie lets out a grown. " How many people did you fucking invite, Robin? At this rate the whole towns gonna be here. "

" Shut up. It's the pizza. I'll be right back. " Robin rolls her eyes before disappearing into the hall.

" Didn't you two used to date? " Eddie asks out of the blue, pointing to Steve and I.

" Uh, yeah. " Steve nods awkwardly.

Eddie looks between Nancy and Steve. " Shit, you two dated too! "

Ten points to fucking sherlock over here. Really solving all the worlds greatest mysteries.

" Man, that's awkward. "

" You think? " I glare over at him. Of course, he had to bring that shit up, didn't he.

The room grows quiet. Nancy and Steve sit side by side on the ground across from Eddie and I. A small brown coffee table separates us, thankfully putting some distance between everyone.

" Who fucking died in here? Why are you guys so quiet? " Robin asks while carrying the pizzas in. " This is supposed to be a game night, guys. Not a sit-awkwardly-on-the-floor-in-weird-silence-and-stare-at-the-floor night. " She places the pizzas on an empty area on the coffee table. " I'm gonna grab some plates and napkins. When I come back I want everyone talking. " She playfully orders.

" So..." Eddie drags out the word awkwardly. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a small baggie filled with long white rolls. " Anyone want some weed? "

" You're not smoking weed in my apartment Munson! " Robin shouts from the kitchen.

This is going to be a long night.

*******

" I'm gonna go get some air. " I take one last swig of my beer before standing up.

Who knew Eddie and Robin were so competitive when it came to twister?

They don't seem to hear me over their loud trash-talking. Robin cackles loudly as she manages to contort her body somehow to get her arm onto a green circle. " It's alright, old man. You can give up now. We all know you've got fragile bones. "

" Shut the fuck up. You're just salty I kicked your ass at uno. " Eddie's voice dies down as I make it outside.

Outside is cold and quiet but it's a nice change from the loud environment inside. It's pretty late. Everyone is tucked in their houses, away from the streets.

I'd spent the last two hours debating if I should go home. Every time I'm about to say I need to go, thoughts about how I wouldn't need to leave if I didn't still feel sad about Steve start to pop up.

" Can we talk? "

" What's there to talk about, Steve? You sent me a letter. I read it. We're fine. " I reply stiffly.

" You never replied. " Steve steps out further onto Robins' front porch. He leans against the railing a step's length away from me.

I don't bother to look at him. " I didn't feel like it. I'm not into the whole letter thing. You know that. "

I've never been a fan of writing letters. It feels less personal than talking to someone else in person or on the phone.

Steve lets out a small sigh. From the corner of my eye, I spot the steam of his breath from the cold pre-winter air. " I'm sorry. "

" You broke my heart, Steve. " Anger bubbles in my chest. " You fucking broke it. Why did it take you so long to write to me? Why didn't you try to call? " I look over at him.

" I didn't know where you lived. You moved across the country, how was I supposed to get in contact with you? " Steve asks, his eyes staring into mine.

" That's bullshit Steve and you know it. If you really fucking wanted to you would've tried to get ahold of me. I was still at home the entire summer after graduation. You could've asked my mom for my number or-fuck even my address. You had options and you chose not to do anything. How am I supposed to believe you? " I feel my face heat up from anger.

" Admit it, Steve. You sent me that fucking letter because you feel guilty. You're ashamed of yourself. You wanted to smooth things over, make yourself feel better. Well, I'm sorry, but I'm just not ready to pretend nothing ever happened yet. It wasn't just the fact that you broke up with me, Steve. We were friends. Best friends, at least I thought so. You just threw our friendship away. " I let out a bitter laugh. " And the ironic part was you were worried that you telling me how you felt would ruin our friendship. No, you did that when you let other people's opinions into our relationship. "

" I was a fucking coward, Y/N! What do you want me to say? " He asks desperately. " I lived off of the opinions of others and that ultimately cost me the best fucking thing that happened to me. " He grips the cold railing in front of us tightly. " I lost you because I was too scared to be myself and I will never forgive myself because of that. " He sighs. " I don't want you to forgive me, Y/N. I just want to know you're okay. "

" I'm not okay, Steve. I-I'm so conflicted. " I gesture to the man. " I still love you and I'm so fucking angry about it. I shouldn't still love you but I do. "

" I still love you to. " Steve replies honestly. " I haven't stopped thinking about you. I wonder what you're up to and who you've become all the time. "

I miss him too.

" What do we do? " I ask after a moment of silence.

Steve shrugs. He looks defeated. " I don't know. "

" Are you and Nancy dating again? " I ask quietly.

Steve shakes his head. " What? No. We're just friends. We haven't dated since the end of Senior Year. She's with Jonathan. "

We fall into another silence.

" I'm not ready to date you again. I don't know if I ever will be. " I begin.

Steve nods sadly. He shoves his hands in his pockets. " I completely understand. "

" But I'm willing to try to be friends again. Only friends. "

Steve's eyes light up. " Really? " A small smile of relief breaks onto his face. " Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much. I promise this is going to better than last time. I'll treat you better than last time. "

" This doesn't mean your forgiven, it just means I'm willing to try. "

Steve nods. " I get that. I won't let you down. "

Is this stupid?

Probably.

Will I get my heart broken again? I don't know.

But we only live once and who knows where this could go. Maybe Steve has changed. Maybe he's a better man.

I guess we'll see.

Steve Harrington, please don't break my heart again. Please.

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Keep It Under Wraps

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Summary: Y/N and Drew, while on press in preparation for season 3’s release, try to hide a big secret.

Warning: Fluff, swearing, pregnancy

You were preparing for the interview at the Vanity Fair studio with Drew and the fellow OBX cast. You were styled in a lilac blouse that hugged your chest, accentuated by the pregnancy hormone enhancements raging through your body for the last 4 months. Trying to hide the bump for as long as you could in order to keep attention on the release of the new season rather than yourself, you paired this top with a high-wasted white pant that flared as it went from your waist down to your ankle. Of course, you intended to match Drew. Now newly engaged and with a baby on the way, you were the power couple on set.

You sat at the makeup vanity, staring at your figure, feeling like you looked so big compared to the rest of the ladies. Face puffy, boobs huge, and waist growing, no one couldn’t deny that you were with a child.

As you huff in a deep breath you feel arms wrap around your waist, rubbing your bump.

“You know you are the most gorgeous angel on this earth?” Drew said, laying a sweet kiss on your ear lobe. “I think even more gorgeous thanks to this little one”

“You’re just saying that because you have to,” You say giggling to yourself as you look into his eyes through the mirror. “I’m huge everywhere. My clothes don’t fit and I can barely breathe with the heartburn I have right now”

“I don’t think the growing features are too bad on you” He responded staring directly at your cleavage which was right in his face.

You smirk and turn around to face him. “Thank you, but keep it down for now. We have to get through this interview without it being completely obvious.” You say, his face dropping in the process.

“I don’t know why we have to keep hiding this anymore. Everyone knows we are together, why can’t they know about this exciting part of our lives?” He said, slightly raising his voice.

“Because, I don’t want to take the attention away from the show or the others. This is a big moment for all of us that needs to be shared. I promise I will stop hiding it when it is appropriate.” You said, holding his hands and reassuring him that his excitement can be released soon. You knew exactly when and where you were going to drop the bomb to the public since your friends and family already knew the news. “Now come on, we have to get over there” pulling him to the set for the interview.

There were two rows of chairs set up for the 9 of you. You decided to take a seat in the back in order to dry and conceal your waist from the camera view. Drew took a seat right next to you, grabbing your hand to calm you down.

“Who’s next?” Drew said attempting to kick the note card up into the air. Since you had sat next to him, it was now your turn. When walking over, drew managed to stay in the way of the camera’s view of you until you sat down and used the cards to block your bump. Once he was seated, you began.

“Drew isn’t allowed to answer any of these, he’ll get them all right!” JD exclaimed looking directly into the camera. You all laughed while drew put his arms up in surrender

“Ok… First question. Where and What did I study in college?” You ask your friends. Drew smiled at you because he knew right away but stayed quiet for the sake of the others.

“Biology! You wanted to be a doctor and deal with cells right?” Maddy yelled.

“Yeah, but where?” you followed.

“I don’t know” She responded, shrugging her shoulders.

“Providence?” Madison and JD asked in unison. You shook your head. The rest of the cast looked lost

“It was Salve Regina University, a small private school in Rhode island, so you were close with providence,” you said pointing to them.

“Next one! What was my childhood into adulthood cat’s name? AKA the Love of my life, sorry Drew” you said smiling, blowing a kiss to drew as he pretended to be heartbroken.

“I think we all know this” Chase said looking around at the whole cast

“Yeah, it's not like she talks about her all the time” Drew gocked. “So on three, 1…2…3”

“Willow!” The cast said in unison, making you smile.

“Y/N’s ride or die was that cat! I’m surprised if anything else in life would make her as happy” Maddy joked. There was something though and someone. Although you loved that cat, your soulmate was Drew and your new addition was a dream come true.

“Stop! You’re going to make me cry” you said and you were right because those hormones could start any tear at the drop of a dime. You noticed that drew threw you a soft look as the group began to laugh, you included. His gaze distracted you for second which brought you back to reality.

“Last question… “what is my special talent?” You raised your eyebrows and smirked

The group began to think, whispering between each other .

“I’m going to say ventriloquism” Austin said with some confidence, erupting a pool of laughter from the group. “No, but seriously, is it?”

“No, why? Do I look like I am?” You said nervously laughing. The group just made a suggestive look signaling that “anything is possible” vibe.

“Wait! I know!” Rudy yelled from his seat. “You know sign language” he continued.

You turned you card to reveal that he was correct.

“Ding Ding Ding” you said with a talk show accent. Rudy began to make finger guns towards the air as Chase pretended to make it rain cash on him.

Your turn was now over and now it was Chase’s turn. you asked the production team at VF to cut you walking back to your seat, they respected that and you went on with the interview, keeping your legs and arms crossed.

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You had done so many interviews at this point, luckily some took place on the same day so you didn’t have to plan outfits that set an illusion on your body. It was now the night of the premiere in LA for OBX and you were getting ready to walk the carpet. Tonight was the night you were going to make your pregnancy public. You were going to do this by wearing a curve-hugging pink midi dress. It enhanced your tits and ass, while also putting the growing bump on full display.

You walk down the stairs into the living room of the house you and Drew shared. You joined him and his mom there. He was facing away from you talking to her so when you entered, her face lit up. He turns and sees you, mouth agape from your appearance.

He walks over and engulfs you in an embrace. Coming up to peck your lips.

“You continue to surprise me. You don’t know how happy and excited I am that everyone gets to know about our little babe.” He said smiling down at you, staring into your eyes. You smile back and then you take his lips into yours once more before you leave for the premiere.

Drew steps out of the car first, assisting his mother out, then you. As you step out and get close enough for the public to take you in, people begin to scream.

“OMG! Congrats” a fan yells as you walk by. A smile forms with all the positive responses you are receiving. As you get to the center for photos, you meet Madelyn.

“YAY, Mama!” She says taking you in. She pokes your bump for a photo.

As the night went on, you took photos with the cast and by yourself. Finally, you were met with the interviewers implemented into the carpet.

“Hi Everyone, I’m here with Y/N Y/L/N at the premiere of Outer Banks season 3. How excited are you for people to watch?” She asks, directing her mic towards you.

“I am very excited for everyone to watch. I know the fans have been waiting and I can tell you that they will not be disappointed.” You said smiling and nodding as the interviewer took the mic back to her mouth.

“Can we talk about you tonight and the news you may have to share?” She said referring to your growing bump that was hugged by your garment.

“What? This?” you said into the mic. “I have become a competitive eater and this is my proof from the last tournament I won…Just kidding. Yes, I am pregnant. About 4 months now and I am excited as ever.” You continued, your cheeks heating up with happiness.

“That is amazing, congratulations.” The interviewer stated and you mouthed thank you in response. “Now, I know you weren’t pregnant when filming, but if you were, what would have been one stunt that you would've backed out from because of how intense it was?” She continued.

“Ummm…Katie doesn’t really get into all the stunts and stuff. but she does a lot of dancing on tables at the boat club and that can be a bit dangerous in stilettos so maybe that.” You shrugged.

“Amazing. We love a party girl. Last question, what is one word you would use to describe season 3?” She asked

“Romantic” You say with a smirk. “Yeah, get ready to get your heart pumping with lust ya hopeless romantics” you looked directly into the camera.

“We will keep a look out for all of those hints and you on the new season of Outer banks, thank you”You shake her hand and then make your way into the theater.

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The night had come to an end and you walked out of the theater with drew, hand in hand. You were getting Jodi situated in her Uber to make sure to had made it back to her hotel as Drew sat talking to Austin. It should have been him taking care of his mother but he had drank more than enough for the both of you so his sense of direction was off, but you didn’t mind. Jodi was so kind and loving that she was now more family to you than just your fiancés mom. As you waved her off, you returned back to Drew in a fit of laughter.

“Oh don’t you look happy” you said as you walked up to him. He pulled you between his legs as he hugged your waist.

“Ooooh I am baby. Everyone is. We got to tell them about the baby and the show and-“ he stopped talking as he nuzzled your bump. “Mmmm, I love you” he said in a dazed tone. Austin took this as a time to leave as he tried to give you a side hug and patted drew on the shoulder.

“I love you too and I’m happy about this secret being lifted of my shoulders” you responded as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Come on let’s get home, I’m exhausted” you backed up, pulling him to his feet. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, giving you a kiss. You could taste the whiskey on his lips as they left yours.

“You look so good tonight, have I told you?” you nod as you lock eyes with him. “Yeah, but like really good. More than normal now” he responded then went to kiss your neck. You didn’t know why, but Drew loved your pregnant body, drunk or sober. Maybe it was that it was something that just brought you closer together, that you were carrying his child.

His state would have just lead to way too much pda so you tried to stop before he took it too far.

“Thank you, but we should save this until we get home” You said pulling him up to look at you. He pouted but obliged as you turned around to get to the car. You were guiding him to the get in but he stopped half way to yell;

“I am going to be a dad! I got the most sexiest gorgeous women pregnant! Whooo!” He yelled out to the world, not many people around but he hoped someone would hear. You just laughed and pushed him into the car. You followed in and took you seat next to him.

“I really am excited, but nervous too” he said pulling you close to him. He threw his arm around you and you laid your head in his shoulder. “But we’ll be great! I know it!” He reassured as he squeezed you tighter.

“I hope so” you responded looking up at him. He smiled back and you kissed him sweetly. The rest of the ride home was quiet as you just enjoyed each others embrace.

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The Art of Love Chapter 10

Chapter 9 here

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Warnings: This chapter is a lil angsty. Also, sorry for the long delays in posting chapters on this. I've been going through it lately, I'm just not my best self atm. But I promise to finish this story to the very end. Also, I haven't forgotten the two Aizawa requests I received; my hope is to write at least one of them this weekend when my brain is hopefully refreshed. As always, thank you for reading <3

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You and Shouta went on various dates over the course of the next few weeks.  You went out to eat at a few nice restaurants, you went to a cat cafe where you both discovered your mutual adoration for cats (as well as coffee), he came over to your house, where you cooked him dinner a few times.  You two had not put a label on your...whatever it was you were doing, nor had you slept together yet.  You weren't quite ready for that step, and something told you Shouta wasn't ready yet either.  All you've done so far was kiss, and that was okay with you.  Things were going well.

By getting to know Shouta, you also got to know Eri better, especially on the evenings where you would go to the Heights Alliance campus to visit him.  You sat in on one of his training sessions with her; the patience he demonstrated was very admirable.  You could tell he was a man with a heart of gold with the way he acted towards her.  Eri also seemed genuinely happy to have you around.  At school, she seemed to blossom into a whole new girl.  She became better friends with Hana, and started interacting with other students.

Her artwork at school even became brighter and more colorful over the course of the weeks; no longer were they just shades of purple, green, and black.  Over the course of those few weeks, you also got to meet Izuku Midoriya, who you could tell Eri absolutely adored.  Izuku came with Mirio one day after school to pick Eri up, and you could've sworn two celebrities just walked into the classroom with the way she reacted when she saw them.  You remembered the story Shouta told you about when Eri was rescued; this Izuku and Mirio were her saviors.  You pulled Izuku and Mirio to the side that day saying, "Mr. Aizawa told me her story, and I can't thank you both enough for what you did to save her from that awful fate."  

One Friday evening after work, you had no plans.  You decided to pick up some sashimi from one of your favorite restaurants, and you made your way home to have some you time. You got home, put on your most comfortable pajama set, poured yourself a glass of wine, and sat down in front of your television with your sashimi.  You were flipping through channels, when you came across the news channel with some breaking news.  The League of Villains had teamed up with the Meta Liberation Army, and renamed themselves The Paranormal Liberation Front.  This could not possibly be good.

You texted Shouta telling him to turn on the news.  He just replied, "I'm already watching."  You thought to yourself again how this could not be good.  You had a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach; something bad was going to happen.  You texted Shouta again, "what does this mean?"  He responded back, "I don't know yet, but it can't be good."  For Shouta to say that meant it was a serious matter.  You decided to flip the channel to something a little more mindless, something that didn't make you think.  There was a reality dating show on, so you watched that for the remainder of your evening instead.  

Around 11:00pm, you found yourself starting to get tired.  You had a date with Shouta the following day; you two were going on a picnic at a nearby park for lunch.  So you decided to call it a night and go to bed so you could be nice and refreshed for your date tomorrow.  You did your usual nightly routine of brushing your teeth and washing your face, then made your way to bed.  You were more tired than you realized, and you were pretty much out the moment the head hit the pillow.  Unfortunately, what followed after you fell asleep were a series of lucid nightmares.  

Your first nightmare was your memory of the hospital that Kento was in when he was attacked.  You were standing over his lifeless body in the bed in the hospital room, feeling heartbroken, yet numb.  You knew you were dreaming, so why were you living this moment over again?  You looked around the room to see if you could find a way to wake up, and when you looked down at the bed again, this time it was Shouta's lifeless body laying there.  You still knew you were dreaming, but you clasped your hands over your mouth to stifle yourself from screaming.

Suddenly, you were no longer in the hospital room.  This time, you were at a funeral.  It was set up very much like Kento's funeral, but there was something different about it.  When you looked at the body in the casket, you once again saw Shouta's body laying there.  The people and faces around you were all blurry; Shouta was the only one you could see clearly.  In your nightmare, you were in a never ending loop of being in the hospital room, then at the funeral, then back in the hospital room, then at the funeral again.  And it was always Shouta's body you were seeing.

The nightmare finally ended with you waking up in a cold sweat and hyperventilating.  You had to get up from your bed, go to your bathroom, and splash some cold water on your face.  "It was only a dream," you told yourself.  You looked at your phone; at that point, it was 3:00am.  You went back to bed in an attempt to fall asleep, but you were wide awake at that point.  You tossed and turned for the remainder of the night, thinking about the nightmares you had and what significance they had.  Why were you seeing Shouta's body?

Around 6:30am, you finally got out of bed, giving up on the idea of trying to fall back asleep.  You couldn't help it, but you thought there had to be some sort of significance behind your nightmare.  Shouta was a pro-hero; he would be able to protect himself and those around him.  But at the same time, he wasn't invincible.  You've heard of pro-heroes dying all the time.  At that point, you put on a pot of coffee, sat down on your couch, and pulled out your phone.  You texted Shouta and lied, saying "hey Shouta, I'm not feeling very well today, I'm not going to be able to make our picnic date. I'm sorry."

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To be continued...

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Heal My Wounds

Tell Her (Part 3)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

As you begin telling her everything she spins around to face you. As you reach the point where he raped you for the first time your voice cracks and you begin to cry again. Sobbing violently you continue talking. Demi steps over to you, pulling you into a hug.

You just stand there, arms wrapped around each other, her stroking your back to help you calm down. "Hey, shh, it's okay, he won't hurt you anymore" the tall woman whispers into your hair. Eventually you let go of her and take a paper towel to dry your tears and blow your nose.

"We should go clean up those wounds while the noddles cook" Rhea says and throws them into the now boiling water. She puts her hand on your shoulder and leads you to the bathroom where she takes out a disinfectant and some pads.

You just stood there awkwardly, watching every move of her. "What are you waiting for? Go on, take your shirt off or don't you wear anything underneath" Rhea laughes. You did as she told you to, although you felt uncomfortable showing her your body. There was a reason you preferred to wear oversized clothes.

You reveal countless bruises, bite- and scratch marks from your ex. Demi takes a moment to look at you and you instinctively cross your arms in front of your body in order to hide it. She moves closer to you, carefully grabbing your arms and gently pulling them away. "You don't need to hide from me, I was just shocked at what he's done to you." she says in a soothing manner. You nod and she strokes your arms up an down a few times before grabbing the disinfectant and the pads again and begins cleaning your wounds.

After your done cleaning the cuts Rhea walks to the kitchen to drain the noodles and you go to get a new Shirt from the backpack you left in the hallway next to her suitcase. When you come back into the kitchen Demi is already waiting for you. She set up two plates with Pasta and sat down on one of the chairs around the kitchen isle. You sit down across from her and she smiles at you.

Once you were finished you helped her clean up. "That was so delicious Rhea, you need to give me the recipe to the sauce you made!" She chuckles at that. "I will, wanna watch a movie now or are you so tired you wanna go to bed?" she asks. "Let's watch a movie then." you say and follow Rhea into the living room.

She picks out her favorite scary movie. You didn't like scary movie, you always had trouble sleeping afterwards and were haunted by terrible nightmares. But you didn't dare to say anything as your ex always got really mad at you for questioning his actions, so you just sit down and try not to show her how scared you are.

You sit there quietly your legs tugged up against your chest, hiding your face behind them whenever you thought there might come a jumpscare. Rhea notices you are flinching at every little sound "hey, what's wrong? We can watch another movie if you like" "N-no it's alright, I'm good" you respond.

The movie ends and you sit on the Couch, huddled together and trembling. Rhea scoots closer to you, embracing you with her muscular arms. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid idea to continue this movie. I shouldn't even have chosen it in the first place." You shake your head "no it's okay, it's my fault if i'm such a scaredy-cat"

You make an attempt to stand up but Rhea pulls you back down. "Don't say that, it's no ones fault if someone is scared of something, it's completely normal." You just groan at her response. "I'd like to go to bed now." you say, freeing yourself from her grip on your wrist.

Demi sighs and stands up, "come on then, you can sleep in my room. I only have one bedroom so I'll just spend the night on the couch" she says. You nod and follow her. You didn't like that she gave up her bed for you but you didn't dare to speak up, being scared she might get angry at you.

"There you go, the bathroom is right here" Demi points to a door next to the bedroom. "Let me just get some of the stuff I need for tomorrow, then I'll leave you alone" she grabs some clothes and heads into the bathroom to get changed. You get your bag and close the bedroom door behind you.

You tug yourself into the bed wearing only a t-shirt and panties. Thinking non-stop about what had happened today you slowly drift off to sleep.

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This is part 3 of my series Heal My Wounds hope you enjoyed, part 4 will be coming soon! If you have any wishes or ideas for future parts of the Story, leave them in the comments.

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[jr-acrux101]

Carousel - part 2

Hey yall, hmm back to back updates 😏 there is gonna be a part 3 with smut 🧍🏻‍♀️ lmao and 3 one shots that can be connected or read on their own :)

More Angst :P and some fluff and resolution, talks of pregnancy, NOT BETA READ

Part one :

Summary: The reason why you two split up, Mike, who wasn't ready for any more commitments, and you, who wouldn't be his verbal punching bag.

Word count: 1k

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"Are you fucking serious?" The shout made you jump. Mike had never once yelled at you, let alone raise his voice.

You backed into the door, well you positive Mike would never physically hurt you, that didn't mean you weren't scared.

"I-I," you faltered, you didn't know how to respond.

"How could this happen y/n? You're on the pill and we used condoms! What? Do you poke holes in it?"

Your blood boiled and checks heated in embarrassment. "I would never do that! Are you seriously suggesting that I would go as low as to trick you into getting me pregnant?"

"I don't know y/n, would you? Make sure I was tied down to you? Give me another fucking responsibility!"

Tears sting your eyes, the fact Mike would accuse you of that, it broke something inside of you.

"Fuck you Mike." You spat the words out as you grabbed your school bag.

You opened the door and there was Abby sitting in front of her door. You stopped in your tracks. "Please don't leave."

The tears started to stream. "I have to Abby." You kneeled down and grabbed her hand. "I'll make sure to see you though Abby." Abby started to tear up. "Can't leave my favorite little artist with no one to draw could I?" She shook her head and dove into your arms.

You turned your teary gaze to Mike and shook your head. "Okay, sunshine, I have to go."

A sob wracked through Abby. You picked her up and walked towards Mike. He couldn't look you in the eyes. She clung like a cat, not wanting to let go.

A forehead kiss and a last squeeze, she relented and clung to Mike. With one last glance, Mike holding Abby as she sobbed and clung, you left.

"Y/n? Y/n?" A gruff voice called out to you. You blinked, there were tears streaming down your face and you suddenly were in Mike's room, with him kneeling in front of you. You blinked as your vision focused.

Mike was holding your hand, big dumb brown eyes staring at you, he was gently rubbing circles with his thumb.

"Y//n?"

You stared at him, eyes meeting each other.

Mike stared into your eyes, he missed them, e/c with life full in them. He saw the tears stream still, and he ached everywhere. He bowed his head and let the tears he had fall, he picked his head back up and gave a kiss to your hand.

"I am sorry. I know," he sucked in a breath, "I know what I accused you of and said, ther- there's no coming back from that I know y/n." He paused to let you digest the words, "I love you y/n. And I am truly sorry for everything."

Silence hung in the air. No one was talking now, you had to gather your thoughts and Mike was preparing for the next thing to say.

"I want us back together y/n. And I know it's selfish and I am a horrible person, but I love you so much." He gave you a watery smile. "Y/n if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, please I'm begging you. I love you, I will always love you."

You pulled your hand back and let your head fall in them. A quiet sob tore through you. Mike got up and sat next to you, wrapping his arms loosely around your frame. You let yourself be enveloped and give into the hug.

You stayed in the hug gripping him back now for what felt like hours. When you let go, he held one for an extra squeeze and let go. You sniffled and wiped your face.

You breathed and out, 'Steady breaths,' you thought.

"Mike."

He nodded towards his name.

"When you had accused me and yelled at me… I don't think there's ever coming back from that."

Mike's head dropped and a sob he was holding wracked through his body. You gently grabbed his hand.

"But…," his head shot up with wide eyes and tears falling, "I still love you Mike. I'm… I'm willing to give us another shot." You were tackled into a hug. While you reciprocated it, your voice filled the empty room again.

"But Mike, there will not be another shot after this at all." He nodded feverishly.

"There won't have to be." It was soft and it felt like a promise, you just hoped Mike would keep it.

He gently let go and wiped the remaining tears from your face. For the first time in a long while he felt genuine full relief.

Mike didn't think of how to tell you about his brother or the animatronic or anything that happened at Freddy's, for now he wouldn't until the time was right.

Mike's eyes dropped to your stomach, and back to your face. It was quick but you caught the look. Mike didn't push for a question, if you were or if you kept it or anything.

You put a hand on your stomach. Mike's eyes shot down again and he sucked in a breath. He was nervous and scared to be a father and he took that out on you. He would never forgive himself.

"Mike…

He put his hand on your stomach too, and lifted his eyebrows.

You shook your head no, "It was a false positive, an extreme rarity, the doctor said. Took multiple tests after and they were negative and had an ultrasound, nothing there."

If Mike could feel like an even bigger jackass he would. The two of you broke up because of his rash behavior and deep insecurities all for nothing it seemed.

He dropped his head on your shoulder. "I'm a fucking idiot."

You nodded along agreeing with the statement. He huffed out a laugh, "Oh please don't stop disagreeing." You followed in the laughter.

"I thought a good girlfriend agrees with her boyfriend?" You teased, and he laughed, tickingly your neck.

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Sooooo yall forgive mike ? I mean, i was teetering on it while writing like idk man, should i forgive you 😭

Lmk what you think!! I am sick now, so it will not be a back to back to back update sadly - or maybe it will be idk 🤭

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[missstratford]

Apricity

chapter 3

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“I knew an apology wouldn’t suffice, so I bought you this.” You grinned as you handed Vivian the gift bag. “A decent ‘sorry’ would’ve been nice but this will do too.” She smiled, pulling you into a hug. “I still wish you’d told me earlier, maybe properly have introduced me to your boyfriend but-“ “He’s not my-“ you caught yourself before reflexes gave in. “I’ll remember that.” you finished. “speaking of which, you’ve got mail,” she said, handing you a neatly folded note.

Opening the note with a confused frown you found a rather flourish of writing-

A gown from Madam Crimp’s and a trip to Honeydukes

-D.M

That damned idiot. He knew your borderline obsession with the dressmaker’s clothes and now was using it to his leverage. “who gave you this?” you asked not looking away from the parchment, “A frightened first year, I gave her some candies don’t you worry.”

“right, of course” you clenched your jaw. You had no option but to agree to his little game.

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Your footsteps were light against the stone floors of the library, your fingers gently skimming the restricted section of the library shelves. Nothing could ever beat the peace of a midnight stroll.

“Do you ever sleep, L/n?” a presence behind startled you, “Oh! For Merlin’s sake Malfoy, you almost gave me a heart attack.” You turned around, tripping as you did.

Malfoy reached a hand out to steady you. “don’t let me frighten you.”

“you don’t” You brushed off his hand.

He arched a brow, “I just did, l/n”

“Yes, but in a different scenario, you wouldn’t have.”

“why not?” he asked coming to stand closer to you.

“Because,” you began walking, putting distance between you two. “you’re not as scary as you think you are, Malfoy.”

“oh really? Then what do you think I am?” he followed you as if you were old friends, merely catching up.

“Irkso-“

He pushed you into an alcove in the shadows, pressing a finger to your lips when you began to protest.

“Filch”, he mouthed, the faraway firelight dimly lighting his features.

Your eyes caught on to the movement, skimming unconsciously the curves and dips of his ever-taunting lips. You felt heat radiate off his body standing pressed against him, your fingers flat against his chest, feeling the fabric of his emerald jumper.

“I swear I heard someone.” Filch’s raspy voice drifted away with him.

“Alright, he’s-” You stopped talking as you realized Malfoy’s finger was still pressed to your mouth. You watched him as his finger gently dragged across your bottom lip.

Shocked by his actions, Malfoy jerked back, clearing his throat. He walked out of the alcove.

“um-yes, I’ve wanted to speak with you.” He spoke, rushed.

“Yes?” you asked, out of breath at what just happened.

“I got another note from the blackmailer.” Malfoy's brows creased together, gaze refusing to meet yours. “it seems we are not as convincing as we ought.”

“what do you suggest then?” you asked, looking around, making sure Filch or his cat didn’t reappear.

“I suggest we-i-well whatever comes first.” He fumbled as he resumed walking by you through the empty hallway.

“What is it Malfoy?” you pressed.

“I think we should hold hands, and do the whole, couples thing properly.”

“Is this your way of asking permission to touch me?” you arched an eyebrow.

“Yes,” he stiffly responded, looking ahead.

“don’t you agree we’re beyond that point after you made a show at breakfast this morning?”

“Fine, but that was necessary. I had to do something about it soon.” He turned to finally look at you.

“I do have some rules of my own though.” You folded your arms. “1. No kissing on the lips, it's too personal. 2. No Groping in unnecessary places.” You counted on your fingers.

“I’m not some drunken perv.” You heard him scoff.

“And lastly, no falling in love with me.” You finished.

“same goes for you L/n, I can’t turn off my charm you see.” He said with a straight face, gazing at you.

You couldn’t help it, a laugh burst out from you. You had to bite your lip to get under control.

“geez, L/n didn’t think I was that repulsive.” You looked at him, waiting for a sneer, but found a gentle smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“you are.” You said with a smile of your own.

“Well, I do have my duties to address so, you better leave.” He immediately resumed his rigid stance. “see you in the morning.” He whispered and left.

What a night it had been.

[indecentpause]

Five Lines Tag

tagged by @willtheweaver to find:

1. A line describing clothing

Josselin has his fidget and his headphones and Frankie is breathing a little heavy and sweating from the little spinny dance she’d been doing in the small space next to him. She’s dressed as a witch and he’s wearing black cat ears and tail with a little pink nose and whiskers drawn on his face with eyeliner. He’s adorable. He’s wearing the form-fitting black t-shirt Frankie picked out but he kept saying the jeans made his skin crawl—certain fabrics close to his skin just do that—so they found a looser pair of old corduroy pants. This is why you need to go clothes shopping with me, Frankie had said. But I don’t want to suffer, Josselin had shot back.

2. A line about nostalgia

Frankie laughs softly and nudges your arm with her shoulder. “The first [tattoo] was shortly after high school. For context, it was before Josselin and I started dating, so like, it involves no reference to him or our relationship. But as soon as we stopped going to school together, all my friends just… dropped off the face of the earth, it seemed like. We never hung out. They never called. They rarely responded to my emails. And it made me realize how transient relationships can be. The person you thought was your best friend is only there out of convenience. And it hurts, you know? But that’s how you keep friends—you have to keep contact. You call. You visit. You send postcards. You have to put in the work.” She shakes her hair out of her face and pulls a hair tie out of her pocket. As she ties her hair back, she continues, “It’s on my upper thigh. It’s from the song Wild Mountain Thyme, and it says, ‘If my true love she did leave me, I will surely find another.’ And there’s a little bouquet of flowering thyme sprigs on either side.”

3. An action line

So you open the door to see two men maybe a year or two older than you, one huge and imposing, at least 6’3” and built like a bear with dark arm hair to match, and one who’s tiny and waiflike and blond and kind of feminine, like Tyler was. The smaller one has wrestled the bigger one to the floor. The bigger one is laughing so hard he’s wheezing. The smaller one yells, “Austin! Stop laughing! I’m trying to beat the shit out of you!”

4. The last line you wrote/ edited

You grab Josselin’s hands and spin him in a quick circle. You can’t get too close, but people are touchy-feely in this community, and all your regulars recognize Josselin and Frankie and at least know they’re your merch team.

5. A line about taking risks

You bury your face in your pillow and let out another groan of frustration. The bed sags a little by your knees when Danny sits down beside you. He puts a hand on your hip. What if you lose this? What if he stops touching you like this? Even if it’s not romantic or sexual, you need to be able to have that contact. It keeps you connected to what it means to be human. When you don’t speak, he asks softly, “Hey, what’s up?” “Ireallylikeyou,” you mumble into your pillow. “What?” You take a deep breath, pull away from the pillow, and say all at once, “IreallylikeyouDannyI’msosorryIpromiseIwon’tmakeitweird.” Danny pauses a second, processing. “Please don’t make me repeat myself,” you whisper softly, embarrassed. “I…” But he trails off. You close your eyes and bury yourself in the pillow again. “I’m sorry, Meara. But you’re like a brother to me.”

I have no brains to come up with new line prompts so I am going to pass along the ones I was tagged with above!

@magic-is-something-we-create @abalonetea @albatris @klywrites and anyone else who wants to: tag, you're it!

[chaoticbardlady99]

My WIP are below the cut :)

1. Darling, Never Stop Haunting Me (Astarion x F! ghost reader)

2. The Consort’s Knight in Light Armor (I am not sure if I will post it) (Astarion x F! Consort of Strahd Von Zarovich)

3. Floozy (OC fic, may never post it) (Astarion x F! OC)

My WIPs for ‘Darling, Never Stop Haunting Me’ Chapter 11 🩵

Thank you for the tag! @davenswitcher

You shift into a cat- the exact cat you once were, just a little more blue tinted- and collect twigs from the ground while Astarion grabs the bigger, much heavier logs.

You jump up on a log and go to jump down- accidentally doing a handstand and landing on your back.

“Owwwwwwwwwww!!!!!”

“You were a cat for almost a year and a half,” Astarion snorts, “and you still can’t stick the landing?”

“It’s a complete shiFT IN GRAVITY OKAY!?”

“So you keep saying, but Halsin seems to be perfectly fine,” Astarion points out, “and you can’t even use the ‘he’s older argument’ because you are five, almost six years older.”

“Did you just… age shame me!?” You gasp, “how dare you!”

“You are robbing the cradle, Darling.”

“No, I’m robbing the grave- there’s a difference.”

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Another WIP for a fic I haven’t posted, ‘The Consort’s Knight in Light Armor’

It took you four weeks of snooping and sneaking to get all the information into a little leather bound journal before you sent it off to a man named Elminster. He was the only one who had responded to one of Strahd’s messages with utter disdain and a promise of Strahd’s destruction if he goes through with his plan. You begged Elminster to contact Minsc- the only person who has ever dared to challenge your husband- with all the information and a request to be killed.

You never received a response, but Strahd never punished you either so you assumed that your wealth of information had made it to Elminster at the least and he would kill you as you requested.

The last shovel full of dirt goes flying through the air and the spawn pops up out of the hole, dragging his shovel behind him as he goes to retrieve your Lady in Waiting. Strahd has made it a habit of having her be the one to take you to your burials after she cried the first time that you were missing. She often cried during this time too, but when you open the door- there isn’t a single tear shed and did she get taller since you last saw her? Or maybe it’s just the shoes? She also looks very well fed which is even stranger- Strahd doesn’t feed his spawn. They have to figure it out for themselves and if he is particularly pissed- he will pull out their fangs so they starve and struggle. You consider yourself lucky that he hasn’t done that to you yet.

You walk together silently side by side- another oddity. Maybe Strahd did find the book and this is the punishment- making sure you know that no one cares that you won’t be around for a while.

Her perfume is different too- bergamot, whiskey, and rosemary- not the usual fruity smell she adorns.

It clicks- this is not Eloise and this is someone disguised as them so you’ll be none the wiser. Why your husband thinks you are this dull in the head is beyond you. He did make sure you had a very formal and extensive education, after all. He didn’t want an uneducated simpleton for a bride.

“You aren’t Eloise, are you?” your voice barely whispers.

The other person tenses up and offers a tight smile.

“I’m afraid not, Darling,” she says, “my name is A-Estella.”

“A-Estella?”

“No, no, just Estella,” she chuckles nervously.

Strange.

“Well- it is very nice to meet you.”

You continue walking in silence and you follow the usual trail to the cemetery. You keep your eyes downcast and you try to mentally prepare yourself for the quiet, tight space that awaits you. It’s become easier over the years, but the first year is always a hard adjustment period.

“My lady,” the mystery person says, “would you mind telling me where I am taking you? No one gave me any guidance.”

You raise an eyebrow at Estella- her face has lines of curiosity etched into the skin. She should know what protocol is. No matter, you will update her.

“You are taking me to be buried,” you say flatly, “if you are to be my new lady in waiting then you need to be aware of these things. It happens every decade or so- you will be working for other’s around the castle until Strahd decides I have worth to him again. You will be serving Tatyana- his true consort- if she is agreeable to coming here.

“I expect you to respect her- it is not her fault that Strahd is psychotic. I do not know how long I will be gone, but, as long as you listen, you should not have any more problems than the rest of us.”

The person is very quiet and looks positively mortified- in flight or fight even.

“What is the longest amount of time you have been buried?”

“That is a very odd question,” you raise an eyebrow at her while peering from the corner of your eye, “why?”

“You seem nice and I am not fond of change.”

This is… so bizarre. Something isn’t right. Maybe she is worried she will be buried?

“The longest I have been buried is 50 years. You won’t ever have to worry about that happening to you though- Strahd has use for yo-“

The hard stop that occurs doesn’t register to you until a hand around your arm stops you from wandering forward. Suddenly, it’s not a woman wearing your friend’s face staring back at you, but a man with sharp features and silvery blonde hair. Intense, ruby eyes bore into yours.

He is positively stunning- there is absolutely no way he’s one of Strahd’s vampire spawn. Strahd doesn’t keep angelic level attractive men, women, or anyone in the home after Tatyana fell in love with a spawn over him in a previous lifetime some decades ago.

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And one last WIP for an OC fic I may never post called ‘Floozy’ it’s another Astarion x OC, but ‘fake dating’

“Well, hello, Darling,” a man muses, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.”

Imogen slowly turns around and is met with semi-glowing red eyes, a gorgeous face, and an even more awe inspiring smile. She eyes him suspiciously and he looks taken aback.

“You must not be very observant then,” she says in a cold voice, “I work here four days a week.”

“Really? A woman as beautiful as yourself? Working in Sharess’ Caress?” the man says with feigned disbelief all over his face, “do your clients know they are lucky enough to be in the presence of a Goddess?”

He’s fucking with me- I just know it.

“They did,” she states, “until you took all my regulars and did Gods only knows what with them.”

The mask he was wearing shatters- hard. The sheer panic on his face is enough for Imogen to know that her suspicions are correct- her regulars are no longer walking this earthly plane. She turns on her heel- leaving the beautiful man in a storm of terror.

She had been onto him for months now and his face alone is enough for her to tell the woman at the front that she will be back. If he’s murdering people, then he needs to be stopped. She needs money- she can’t have every regular she has die on her.

Imogen looks up and down the street for a Flaming Fist- the night sky is bright with moonlight and there are masses of people walking around. She let’s out a huff of frustration when she realizes it’s going to be significantly harder to find a Flaming Fist than she thought.

Pushing through the crowd and occasionally having some handsy man or woman grab at her in her skimpy outfit, Imogen finally finds a Flaming Fist guarding the gate into the Lower City. A sigh of relief leaves her body, but then someone is pulling her aggressively into an alleyway- if anyone notices, no one follows them.

“Pain in my fucking ass,” the man from earlier snarls before turning on you, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” she shoots back.

The two are staring at each other with equal amounts of contempt and venom, but Imogen sees an excruciating amount of fear in his eyes as he peers down at her.

“You need to come with me.”

“Absolutely not,” she scoffs, “I know for a fact that you kill every person you take home- I’ve been watching you for months. I just needed a direct confession and your facial expression is more than eno-”

He slams her up against the wall and Imogen gasps- whether out of fear or arousal, she can’t be entirely sure. He smirks at her while leering back.

“Darling,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’m not the one who does the killing.”

She searches his face for any signs of deception and is utterly surprised when she doesn’t find any. Imogen’s face softens, much to both of their surprises. She’s actually not that tough of a person, she had just practiced that speech so many times in the washroom that it was second nature. She is far more passive- the one men and women enjoy fucking as hard as they can because she’s been marketed as “being able to take it”.

She couldn’t, not really, but she needed the money to survive so she took it.

The fear in his eyes- it’s not because of her telling the Flaming Fists. He’s afraid of another entity entirely. Who, what, or why- she doesn’t know, but it would be remiss of her to not offer to help in any way she can.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” she pleads, “we could go to the Flaming Fists together- you don’t have to-”

“No,” he hisses, “I can’t do that. You can help me by coming with me.”

“I can’t do that.”

“I know,” he says through a choked whisper.

His hands are suddenly around her neck and she’s struggling to breathe. She looks at him with pleading eyes and notices his own eyes are even brighter now.

“It’s always such a shame when cattle won’t listen. Don’t you agree, Astarion?”

A voice from further down the alleyway causes her to begin fighting back harder and she immediately recognizes the man- Cazador Szarr. For whatever reason, that doesn’t surprise her. He’s always been kind of off putting, weird, and sadistic when any of her clients invite her to attend a soiree with them (paid, of course).

The man, Astarion nods his head, but his eyes are looking at her as if to communicate that he is sorry. That he did not want to have to do this to her and that she was just unlucky enough to have crossed his path tonight.

Tears begin to fall down her face and she focuses on Astarion as Cazador begins walking towards them. Her heart races and she feels all the hairs stand up along her neck and arms. He is going to kill her- she can see it in his eyes and she begins to sob harder as he strokes her cheek and forces her eyes to look into his eyes.

He looks hungry. She whimpers in fear and he smiles darkly- massive canines peeking out from underneath his lips. Imogen begins to realize there may be worse things than death. What if this man does what he did to Astarion to her? She doesn’t want to murder people.

“Aren’t you a delicious little thing,” Cazador says, his hands trailing down the front of her chest, brushing one of her nipples before gripping her breast through the fabric, “I have a feeling we are going to have a lot of fun together.”

Tears go rolling down her face even faster now. Cazador begins to slowly undress her by untying the back of her dress. Astarion’s hands begin to tighten again around her throat, her airway more closed now than it was before. She puts her hands on his wrists and pleads with him in her mind to fight whatever this is, don’t kill her- please.

Except the situation quickly gets worse.

A mind flayer comes up from behind Cazador- he barely catches the invasion in time and the man disappears into a cloud of red mist and Astarion drops her to the ground when the Mindflayer grabs him, another one coming out from the shadows towards Imogen.

She weakly tries to get up, but it’s no use- she is too weak and delirious to successfully get away and she’s forced to give in. Astarion is screaming and trying to attack the creature clinging onto him- the screaming stops abruptly and Astarion drops like a dead weight on the ground.

Imogen can’t decide if she just has terrible luck or if she just needs to get the fuck out of Baldur’s Gate already. She doesn’t fight the Mindflayer like Astarion did, but suddenly, she’s floating off into space- the world no longer privy of her and her no longer privy to the world.

No pressure tags: @bg-brainrot @herdarkestnightelegance @spacebarbarianweird

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @kittenintheden for tagging me! Apart from my Appreci-May-tion fics, I've been working on what I lovingly call The Big One for my longfic "Magistrate's Advocate". I'm so excited for it, but also kinda scared because I really want it to hit a certain way. Here's a WIP for the upcoming chapter:

Her fingers were clutching the hem of his shirt, desperately holding on to him in the midst of this argument that had sprawled way out of control. The same gesture she’d used as a child whenever they were in danger of being caught during one of their heists, cowering behind the couch with the stolen cookie jar clutched to his chest, Zoraya’s fingernails digging into his wrist as she hid her face against the side of his arm. Or late at night when she’d come crawling into his bed after a nightmare, her small, cold body snuggling up against his back, arms tight around his waist until she fell asleep once more. As long as he could remember, Zoraya had always held on to him when she was scared. It was one of the many things he hadn’t known to cherish until she’d stopped doing it. “I’m sorry.” Astarion reached a hand to the back of her head and gently guided her into his arms. Holding her there with her face nestled into his shoulder, focusing on the smell of her hair, the gentle patter of her heart. Waiting for it to tear through the ugly tension in his lower gut, allowing him to breathe properly again. “I’m sorry, my love. I shouldn’t have shouted.”

Tagging @purdledooturt @larvasmoon and @davenswitcher if they feel like sharing a WIP!

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

DILF LINO HOLY SHIT YES PLEASE I AM BEING ON MY KNEES ….. 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️THE LINO BIAS + DILF FETISHIST IN ME IS DYING INSIDE…………………………………………………………..

imagine dilf next door!lino. he is a single dad with 3 cats and 1 child. he recently divorced his ex-wife because she cheated on him and was unhealthily self-absorbed to the point of narcissism. he was blind to fall in love with her and bear her toxicity. he was blind to the red flags she exhibited over the years. the final blow was when he found out she’s secretly been cheating on him with a man named seungmin. he fought extensively for custody of his child and his cats and he gratefully won. he never wants his little girl or his beloved kittens growing up with that wretched woman.

he settles in the spacious condo across from you because he wants lots of room for his cats and his child to roam freely. it all started with a small introduction.

“oh hi! I’m minho. and this is my little daughter minha and my three kitties, sooni, doongi, and dori. im glad to be a new neighbor and hope to get to know my neighbors more sometime!”

his smile is heartwarming and his presence exudes love and warmth. a handsome, wholesome father who wants the best life for his child and his pets. 🥺you’re usually quite busy with work and volunteering. and sometimes when minho’s door is open, his cats like to run out to u to see who’s outside. and he has to pull them back inside. one evening u come home from work and this starts happening.

“sorry about that! my cats can be quite flighty sometimes. they always love seeing who’s at the door” he apologizes. “and feel free to drop by for desserts if you’d like! I just made a ton brownies and cupcakes today.”

you can clearly smell brownies and muffins from a distance so you decide to come in and try some for yourself. the inside of his condo feels luxe, but home-y. well-decorated and well kept despite some yarn balls and bratz dolls sitting around. and pumpkin spice candles lit up on the dining table. as you step into the kitchen and take a bite of his mocha muffins, you let out the biggest MMM of your life. perfectly made. not too sugary but not too subdued. he thinks your reaction is adorable and he’s glad you like them.

“WOW! these are SO good! can you teach me how to make these! i wanna learn how to bake as exquisitely as you.” you suggest.

“hmm…you know, I usually keep my elixir delights a mystery…” minho discloses with a snide smirk on his face. “but I’d be more than delighted to show you. after all, you are my next door neighbor and I find you endearing to be around,” he responds.

his words shouldn’t make u this flustered but you gotta admit. he’s quite the handsome dad. his beauty is ethereal and you could easily get lost in his hypnotic eyes. his body is godly and you do the best you can not to stare at him and drool on the spot. you’d think hes unreal the moment you look at him. he has a subtle, yet deadly sex appeal.

but…….he’s also kindhearted, respectful of your boundaries, & full of love for his child and his cats. and hes got quite the sense of humor….his occasional deadpan jokes never fail to put a smile on your face. and sometimes he makes you laugh until your stomach hurts. the fact that the sweetest dad ever is also one of the finest men you’ve ever eyed is a lethal combo.

you guys decide to reconvene the next weekend and that whole day, he teaches u the intricacies behind his sugary elixir delights. over the months, the two of you bake together more and more frequently and his daughter even comments about how nice you are and how she wishes you were her mother 🥺 both you and minho get flustered by such a straightforward comment. this made u curious to know more about minho’s past but don’t wanna interfere with his privacy. you really wonder what his ex-wife did to divorce such a kind, beautiful man like him. as you two get to know each other more over time, he eventually feels comfortable opening up to you about such personal topics. and once you find out, you start tearing up and give him the biggest hug ever. you cry into his arms and he comforts you with pats on the shoulder.

“I’m so sorry you ever had to go through that. you’re such a good father in every way possible. you deserve the best love on earth. how dare she take advantage of you like this!?” you say as you continue sobbing.

“aw dont cry dear. as painful as that experience was, I’m in a much better place now and we’re doing amazing now.” minho responds with a kiss on your forehead.

it was right then and there when you felt trillions of sparks inside of you. his warm embrace coupled with that forehead kiss. these things have never happened throughout your time of getting to know him. you felt butterflies all over and you look up at him in confusion. “I-…uh…did u j-just kiss m-...me?”

“oh I hope I didn’t make you unco-“

“no you’re good! I was just taken aback by it.”

minho’s expression went from worry to ease. he pecks ur forehead again and you giggle because it makes u so giddy.

“Can I ….kiss you?” he shyly asks. he hopes he’s respecting your boundaries and doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable with such intimacy.

“awe of course! i didn’t realize you could be such a good kisser despite only kidding my forehead!”

minho grabs your lips and gives you the most electrifying, earth-shattering kiss you’ve ever had. he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow and shows you how passionate he is. and you two don’t even realize you’re making out until he pulls away. even he’s a little giddy by you.

“you are amazing. i hope you know that. and uh…i-….I hope this doesn’t sound out of pocket but…. are you willing to be my beloved girlfriend?”

you respond by kissing him again, resulting in another unintentional make out session.

“EWWW COOTIES! DADDY PLEASE STOP SHARING YOUR GERMS WITH OTHERS! GROSS!”

the two of you burst into hysterical laughter and he apologizes to his daughter for having seen that.

“alright sweetheart it’s time for bed now. do you want me to read u a bedtime story?” minho inquires.

“YES YES OF COURSE!” minha eagerly nods. please read jack and the beanstalk to me again! and can she join pretty PLEASEEEE!?”

he looks to you to see if you’re fine with it and you also nod. both of you take turns reading each page of jack and the beanstalk until minha falls asleep and once you guys are done, he pecks her forehead. but she also looks to you and asks YOU for a kiss. and of course you decide to give her a peck as well.

minho turns off minha’s light and says good night. once her door is closed, minho holds your hand and walks you over to the living room.

“I hope I didn’t keep you around for too long. but before you head back to sleep, I just wanted to say thank you for being such a great companion to me over these past few months. i usually don’t open up about my personal life like that but I hope that through this newly established relationship, we can develop mutual love and trust for each other. i want to take things slow with you and make sure you’re comfortable with me. the love I have for you is more than anything I couldn’t possibly express verbally.”

he gives you another warm hug. you could literally fall asleep in his arms if you wanted to. he decides to walk you back home despite it being one door across from his. but of course, minho being him, he loves being a gentleman and making sure you’re safe.

over time, you feel more and more comfortable disclosing your deepest darkest secrets……including a fetish you never would’ve thought he’d be into…….👀

[HOLY FRICK THIS WAS WAAAYYY LONGER THAN INTHOUGHT AND I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE HOW LOOOONNNG IT WAS UNTIL NOW…… OH MY GOD…..AND I WAASS ORIGINALLY GONNA DISCLOSE MY HARD THOUGHTS BUT GOT SOOOOOO LOST IN THE FLUFF AND ANGST INSTEAD🫣🫣🫣🫣WHOOPS! SRRY ABT THAT!!!! my brain really be thinking a million thoughts at 2am… 😳 but I mean….i gotta give the hot single dilf a backstory…..👇🏼😔👇🏼]

Babe, I don't even know what to add to this.

This is an absolute masterpiece.

I don't know what to add to this to make it better when it's already as perfect as it is!!

Would you like a lil anon tag?

Imagine living near Lee Know with his cats!!

I just know he would be an amazing father too!!

The type to constantly give his kids amazing dishes with such nutritious food.

The type to constantly post pics on Instagram of filters with his kids & his cats.

And I just know that he would give the most amazing squishy hugs!!

Please, go more into fetishes!!

I also feel he would love to cover his hand over your mouth when he's pounding into you.

'Shhh, honey. You don't want to wake the kids' he'd whisper into your ear as his fingers are shoved down your throat.

I mean, absolute d!lf energy right here.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Total Drama Villains x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: You forget to take a towel to the shower and only realise after the shower, so you open the window to stick your head out and ask whoever's out there (Hoping someone is out there) to grab you one but to your chagrin- there's just a villain.

Includes: Chris, Heather, Mal and Scott.

Warnings: Mmmm, I dont think so. Swearing? A kiss?

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All:

You slowly look around the room, very very aware of the fact that you're naked and cold in a room that does not have a great lock on it. "Ohhhhhh no." The words come out low and steady... but are just brimming with panic.

No. Towel.

No towel!!

Finally you gasp, covering the bottom half of your face with your hands and looking at the benches and the sinks in dread. You accidentally came in here without a towel!!

The sudden sound of footsteps out the back of the cabin rips a gasp from your throat and you lunge at the window, unlatching the lock and opening it to see who it is. Before you even stick your head out, you're calling for whoever it to stop. Please. Hold on! I need your help!

Chris McLean:

*You are an adult camper.

When you actually see who's standing out there, you groan. Chris McLean stands outside on the grass, hands in his pockets and an intrigued look in his eyes. He know's he's about to be amused, or he's going to amuse himself depending on what kind of trouble you're in- or what kind of help you apparently need.

"What's up?~"

"Nevermind."

"Oh no no no! Come on, you can confide in Uncle Chris, cant you?"

A whine tumbles out of you. Uncle Chris?? Grooooooooss. He see's and acknowledges your disgusted reaction to him calling himself that, but just giggles. He doesn't leave, to your utter annoyance.

What other choice do you have?? Rolling your eyes, you look down at your feet instead of meeting his beady eyes and wiggle your toes. And mutter suuuuper quietly, half hoping he doesn't hear you. "I forgot to bring a towel... and I really need one... " And, this part you say especially quietly. For seriously asking Chris fucking McLean for a hand would be akin to letting your dignity pack its bags and fly the coop. "... and would you please get one for me... "

"... Sorry, I didn't catch that. What didja say?"

Oh god. A little louder, you say shortly. "... I forgot a towel... "

Chris smirks at that, rolling back on the feels of his feet. "And? What would you like from me, Y/N?"

Finally too frustrated to keep playing this stupid game with the show's host, you snap your eyes up to his and cross your arms. "Fine! Damnit. Get me a towel, please."

Immediately, a cat like grin slowly spreads across Chris' face. Its the most evil thing you have ever seen.

"Now why would I do that when I could get Chef here to send in a buncha rabid bats with you and flush you out?" Christ teases - no, threatens. But then again, does he know the difference in the first place? - , that famous, alabaster white, terror instilling grin on his face as usual. "Now that's, good TV!"

You groan, head falling back on your neck, in frustration. "Chrr-ris!!"

"Ha ha! Well? What do you expect?" You cant argue with that, but you cans till groan again. "Okay, fine. I'll get you a towel! But what will you do for me, heh? Nothing comes for free."

"Oh, don't I know it. I've been on this show for 3 seasons now." For some reason.

"Heh heh."

"Fine, I'll... " Ugh, something for Chris... You blow air out of your cheeks slowly, in thought. What would Chris like? Well, he'd sure get kick out of you getting one of your friends hurt but that's sure as hell not happening. Finally, after a few moments, you get an idea. And scowl. "I'll be sure to drum up some drama for you. Good TV, right?"

"For sure! Promise?~"

Sighing, you lean tiredly on the window sill. "Oh, I cross my heart and hope to die." You promise him like he's a child, which he basically is. Chris McLean has got the maturity level and the intelligence package of a 7 year old on crack.

"Wicked! Heh heh, this'll be good. Okay, hang tight. I'll be back."

You smirk at his retreating back.

~

When he finally gets back and hands you a towel - a much nicer towel then what you and the other campers have been using. Which is nice? But also, you cant help but worry about what kind of strings might be attached to it, - through a crack in the door, you carefully wrap it around your body and tightly tuck it in.

"I'll want that towel back" He snaps, cranky. Why?? He could've just gone and gotten you your towel! "I imported that from Fiji!"

Of course he did.

Now you take a deeeeeeep breath, gathering all your courage, and killing the butterflies reeking havoc in your stomach. Then open the door again and grab hold of the front of Chris' signature teal shirt and wrench him close before he can walk too far off.

And you smash your lips together and slam your eyes tightly closed.

When you pull back from the kiss - a horrible, unpleasant, bad kiss, - you immediately wipe your mouth with your arm and let him go. But when you reveal your mouth again, you're for damn sure smirking at the stunned man. "Is that dramatic enough for you, Chris? A camper and the host? Scandalous- I bet we'll be front page news."

Then quickly you lock yourself inside the bathroom again, not really caring for his reaction- which only comes, finally, minutes later when you're half way dressed.

"DAMN IT Y/N!!"

Heather:

"Hm." Heather crosses her arms, an evil smirk on her lips- opportunity has knocked on her door. Or, the inside of the shower cabin. "You need something from me. Well! What will you do for me return? Hm?"

As expected. "I will vote for whoever you want me to at 2 different instances of your choice going forward. Except for myself, I wont vote myself out."

She thinks for a moment, but definitely looks pleased. "Three, different instances of my choice."

Fucks sake- "Fine! Just- please! I'm getting cold and one of the boys could come in here at any time and see me butt ass naked!!"

Uncrossing her arms and setting her hands on her hips instead, Heather laughs. "Oh- one of these boys? Shower? Haha. Have you smelled them??"

You blush darkly at her joking with you; At your worry but not your expense, before shaking your head of silly feelings and usher the pretty girl Heather, forward. "Go! Go! Get my towel already."

"Be right back." She rolls her eyes, heading off.

~

When she gets back, she reaches up to the window with the towel and you gratefully take it, beginning to dry off any drips from your body and get dressed as quickly as possible. "Thank you Heather!!"

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

A few minutes later when you leave the door, Heather's waiting for you on the porch and you basically have a small stroke- jesus christ, why is she there!? STILL!?

"Oh, relax. I'm just cashing in some of your part of the bargain." She sneers, walking closer to you and pressing a sharp fingernail into your chest. "Dont forget, you owe me now."

"I remember Heather, we did this like 10 minutes ago."

"Good." She smiles, a tint of evil to it still. Pleasantly surprised that you're being so obedient. She leans back. "Okay, so Gwen's got to go. You got that? She's out. Vote for her and you're third done with your debt to me."

"Yes ma'am." You smirk, brushing by her and stalking off back to your cabin to put away your things.

Heather watches, hands on her hips and her own smirk on her lips. You might just be useful out of this bunch of losers. Not quite a diamond in the rough, but... better, at least. For sure. "Hm."

Mal:

"Oh- Mike!" You exclaim excitedly as soon as you see the lanky, dark haired boy. What luck!!

But then he slowly turns around; A dark, sinister grin on his face and hair over one eye. And your heart immediately drops.

This is not Mike. Neither is it Chester, Svetlana, Vito or Manitoba- any of which would have been just fine alternatives for this moment.

This has to be fucking Mal. You've met him before, and absolutely nevermind on the luck front.

"Nope." Yep- the grizzly, deep voice that responds to you can belong to no one other then Mike's chaotic evil alter. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You continue to chant curses in your head as he turns around fully and comes forward, looking up with evil glinting in his eyes at you like a twisted Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel.

The kind that makes you rather stay inside your tower- its safer here then out there with him. You don't go out to meet the rabid pit bull!!

"Ummm, nevermind! Go about your business, I'm fine here. See ya!"

"Oh no. What'd you want from little Mikey?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, cruelly inquisitive. You chew on your bottom lip. Damn it; You've peaked his interest. Fuck.

"Um... " The sound comes out quiet and insure as you look down at the grass before his feet instead of his face. You're so nervous. "Well, I... I forgot my towel before I took my shower, and uh... I was just gonna ask him if he could go get me one."

For a moment, he's silent. Your gaze flickers up to his face to see an utterly wolfish look on his face, eyes gleaming with mischief before averting your eyes again to the grass.

Then a loud puff of hard, unpleasant laughter escapes him. He doubles over, holding his stomach as he guffaws at your embarrassing situation. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Oh shut up," You snap, bravely- making him cut off his laughter immediately and look at you. You dare to fucking talk to him like that? "Come on, go get me a towel, please!! I'll owe you one."

After a moment, he stands up straight again and crosses his arms. Yes, he could do something horrible to you right now to teach you not to talk back to him; but it looks like you're going to struggle without his help. All he has to do is watch! "Hmm, nope!"

"Come on!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh." You groan, leaving the window and Mal and plopping down on a bench. Fucking bastard.

This is so awkward. Especially since you know he's still out there!! And he could send someone in at any time.

... Minutes later, and you're still dripping wet but now freezing fricken cold, a towel is flung in through the still open window and lands on the wet floor near your feet. Your eyebrows fly up your forehead, as you look from it in surprise and to the window.

Mal's voice calls through it. "There! Its no fun if you just sit and bear your punishment." Huff. You can just imagine the cute boy - the look works for Mike, but is just very odd on Mal, - crossing his arms and setting his jaw, or even pouting. His voice just sound sooo frustrated. "I'll get you another time, anyway. Everyone will go down, eventually."

"Oh... mhm, oh sure." I mean, I can at least listen to his evil babble since he got me a towel, you think as you start drying yourself down and getting dressed.

A moment after you've got your shirt on, the door is kicked open and Mal stands on the threshold, making you jump. "Jesus christ!- "

"Kiss thank you?"

"Get outta here!" Absolutely not!

Scott:

Peering out from the window, you nearly miss the boy leant up against the cabin beneath you, in fact you would have- if it weren't for his bright orange hair. You gasp, unintentionally getting his attention and smiling brightly when he looks up to find you. "Scott!"

A confused, yet somehow still evil expression paints his face. "Y/N?? What are you doing?"

"Well farm-boy, how do you feel about giving a lady a hand??"

Scott snorts, getting off the wall and stepping back to see you properly. "Lady? I don't see any lady here."

Oh- Bastard. You look back into the bathroom before disappearing from the window for a moment before returning, and promptly clobbering him with an empty shampoo bottle. "You see her now!?"

"Ugh... yeah." He grumbles more malleably now, much more open to suggestion as he rubs his forehead. "Sure, now I see her... ow."

Now you feel a little bad. He looks so pitiful when he's in pain... and yes he's a rat but... its still not okay to hurt someone. You aren't Chris. And also you're getting colder and colder as the water drips unimpeded down your skin and maybe its making you soft. "Ohh... okay, I'm sorry."

He glances up at you, surprised at your apology. "Ahh, no problem, I guess... " Did someone just apologise for whacking him on this show? He crosses his arms, raising a curious look to your disembodied head. "Uhh, what'd you need a hand, with?"

"I... kinda... forgot a towel... could you please go get one for me??"

For a moment you watch his eyes narrow and a wicked grin flicker at the corners of his mouth and get anxious that he's going to ask for something in return- before he rolls his eyes and just shrugs, turning and heading off to the cabin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Be right back- try not to gather too much attention, haha."

As he walks off, you duck under the window again, sighing in so much relief. "Thanks, Scott!"

~

When he returns, you're waiting at the door and crack it open just enough to get the towel from him immediately- which you quickly wrap around yourself comfortably and sigh. "Thank you so much!"

"Hm. No problem." He huffs, wondering why the hell he did this for you anyway and crossing his arms again.

From inside, you carefully ask: "Are you gonna get weird if I hug you now?"

Immediately Scott's ears go bright red and he quickly loses every little bit of cool-guy vibe from a moment ago. "I-In your towel?? N-No!! I mean- yes!" He rubs the back of his neck, looking away from the door like its you, or he'll accidentally spontaneously develop x-ray vision and damnit, he's a gentleman. "I mean... " Or at least he tries to be.

Grinning, because Scott's unexpectedly cute now that you've flustered him, you quickly open the door, hug him quick, then close the door again and shout 'BYE'.

[kkusuka]

HQ Middle blocker kinks <3

@xxxxtanaxxxx​ request  hq kinks but middle blocker version please 🥺

I'm gonna be honest i wasn't gonna do this buuut here it is 

i have a setter one in the works and here is the ace version!

here is the setter version <3

Characters:  Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro, Satori Tendo, Taichi Kawanishi, Issei Matsukawa,  Takanobu Aone,, Shoyo Hinata, Lev Haiba Shugo Meian (MSBY captain), and Yutaro Kindaichi

Mentioned female anatomy, but mostly gn

content warning: consensual non-con, humiliation, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurisms, degradation, bondage, sex toys, cockwarming, edging, soft priamal/prey, mentions of house break-ins, pegging, size kink, overuse of the word Daddy, face fucking, hickeys

i think thats all? 

buckle up, this is gonna be looooong.

Tsukishima Kei

Degradation

This is a given, my mans has a mouth on him, AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT

He says the most vulgar things in your ears (and you love it)

His nickname for you is Cum-dump, and he calls you that so much that you’ve started to respond to it. “Hey, Cum-dump! Come here” “ok Tsukki”

And when he’s cumming? A slew of insults just come out

“You whore, oh, you fucking cum-slut, you’d let anyone do this to you won't you”

And it's not limited to this!

“You're just a hole”

“You only exist for me to fuck, Right? You're just a glorified fleshlight”

“You're only good for sucking my cock”

“I should just leave you chained to the wall so I can fuck you anytime I want, that's all you're good at so you should love it”

It won’t even be only during sex

You could literally be just studying with him and he’ll just lean over and say “ you want to be fucked right now don't you? In front of all these people, I bet you’d love it Cum-dump”

Humiliation

Goes with a dirty mouth

He’ll flip your skirt while walking in front of groups of other students

He purposely sucks hickeys where your uniform does not cover and then laughs at you because you're just such a slut.

One of his favorite things to do is have you wear a vibrator in school, only on days where you have to do something in front of the class

No worries he has the remote and turns it alllllll the way up during the middle of your presentation, you just look so cute all red!

He’ll make it better!!

You can cum in front of the class, let everyone know how much of a whore you are!

Purposeful neglect

He wants you so horny you can’t think

If that means not giving you attention for FIVE DAYS so be it.

No touching yourself and if he finds out you did he’ll ignore you for longer and you don’t want that do you?

You will wait for him to touch you.

He’ll also just ignore you.

No begging, he doesn't care, he doesn't want to hear it.

Don't touch him, stop being a brat or you won’t get off for a whole week.

Bondage

It's all about control <3

Having you tied up and immobile is the best way to show how little you are.

He’ll tie you up and put you on the couch with a vibrator and just watch movies, unable to rock your hips

This seems cruel but he’ll tie your hands up and make you eat dinner with just your mouth <3

He’ll make you watch tv with a ball gag in

He’ll have a riding crop in his hands when you study and he’ll hit your little clit/silt with it every time you get a question wrong

Kuroo Tetsuro

Pet names

Literally any kind o endearment, but mainly switches between Kitten and Baby Girl/Boy(i am swooning right now)

He WILL call you these in front of people and out loud in public

He’s called you them in front of your parents in front of Kenma in the middle of the grocery store.

So you're wondering, why does that matter? People do that all the time!

Well, he calls you them so you remember how he completely ruined your little body and how his cum is still dripping out of you <3

And its cannon that he has a sexy voice, and it drops and gets deeper when he calls you them.

Thigh highs

It doesn't matter in you have the biggest thighs ever or just a bone, if you wear any kind of thigh highs (bonus points for Cat ones) he will be ready to bust a nut

It's not only him that gets off on them, especially when he takes them off

He’ll climb over you and use his teeth to pull them down to your feet and he’ll kiss and bite his way back up to do the other one.

He also will sometimes leave them on to rail you into your bed, when this happens he puts your legs over your shoulders and squishes his head between them.

(kuroo loves thighs, and that's that)

Caregiver

He's taken care of Kenma all his life, and you bet your ass he’ll do it for you

This means he gives the best aftercare you could imagine, I’m talking bubble baths

He’ll cook for you in nothing but an apron, and he’ll tease you when you get all flushed and cute!

You had a bad day? He’ll eat you out for hours until you’re all cuddly and tired.

He’ll fuck you slow where you need it and he’ll kiss all the pain away <3

He just loves having you dependent on him makes him so happy and thankful to have you!

Threesomes

Mainly for Kenma, but he let bokuto have a turn and even convinced Tsikki to give it a try!

He really just wants to show off that you’re his what better way to show you off then let some of them get a taste of something they’d never have.

Favorite position for this? Split roasting/ Eiffel towering

He's the one who you're sucking on, and he’s so far down your throat making him suck you deeper and deeper until you’re drooling all over his balls like a good Kitten

Whoever he sharing you with would be in you following whatever Kuroo tells them to do

Rub your clit? Yes Sir.

Faster. Yup

Slowdown Kittens being bad so she doesn't get to get off <3

Suna Rinatro

Purposeful neglect

Just like Tsukki, he wants you hot and bothered all the time

He will just sit around and scroll on his phone while you’re whining :(

Just let him watch this video and he’ll get you off!

Will never tell you but you just look so cute, all needy and horny for him.

Sometimes he’ll slip you a libido pill and just watch the world burn.

He will wait until you have ruined whatever shorts you’re wearing (and he’ll take them) and THEN he will help his poor needy baby

Cockwarming

Almost every time he games, he puts you on his dick

you already know it’s happening when he takes the controller out

He says it's because he doesn't want to “leave you out”

No moving on him though, if you8 move it could distract him and you do not want him to lose, losing means being pounded into the floor until you can't think, then being ignored the rest of the day “horny sluts can sit on the floor until they need to be used”.

But if all goes well, he’ll go soft in between rounds and will suck on your neck and will let you cuddle into him during the rounds

But when Suna if feeling a bit more adventurous he will put his headset on you and fuck you with all of his friends listening

And if that's not bad enough they all clearly know what’s happening id Osamus soft coo’s and Gin’s little comments (but it's not like they want it to stop anyway)

Edging

Will literally just do this out of nowhere

You thought you were finally gonna cum, then nothing

HE WILL just do things for hours to see you cry and begging or him to just let you cum

He’ll stick four fingers in you and bring you to your climax and just leave you on the edge

He won't even have a reason, you were being good, you let him play his game and he does this?

Que pouty bby

Video/Photography

We all saw this coming-

But he takes it a step further than just having a photo collection of you

He has a personal private story with just you in it where he put videos of you riding him or sucking his dick fo you to “see how slutty you are”

 that's not even it,  he sends you a picture of you naked in the middle of work, with no shame either

Thus one time you were showing a coworker a shirt you had bought and he texted you and the picture showed up. It was awkward for the next few days.

But these don't even compare to how he has an entire Instagram account (private of course) of your nodes and videos of the two of you fucking.

One extra little thing is that you both watch porn together for ideas.

Satori Tendou

(i could make him a post of his own-so so many kinks for Satori)

Humiliation (mentions of pee)

This can range from calling you names to making you touch yourself in public

He’s called you a pillow princess in the middle of class, in front of your teacher

It had gotten so bad they Ushijima had to ask what a “cum-dumpster was” because Satori had called you that in front of the team.

He doesn't even introduce you as his S/O, hw=e would call you an escort or that you were just his personal fuck toy.

This kink goes so far that when you were on a double date with Semi, under the table Tendo had his hand literally in your pants.

**One of his favorite things is to make you hold your pee in until you are almost peeing yourself, isn't that embarrassing that you're a grown adult who’s about to wet yourself?

Overstimulation

He wants to see you a complete mess all over him

The main goal of all of this is to make you squirt or begin to have dry orgasms

He will not stop until he’s happy or you say your safe word (which is rare)

One orgasm just isn't enough for him :/

And it's a big boost of confidence for him!

he‘s proud to know he can make you cum so much you cant even think!

Dacryphilia

This AND overstim?

Good luck

He can't even explain why it turns him on so much.

You just look so beautiful with tears streaming down your face all fucked out

It always hits him at the worst times too, you crying over a bad grade? A pretty tear falling over your soft cheeks. Hard.

Just watched a sad movie, he’s ready to pound you into the couch.

Anal

Oh ho ho

This can be one of two things, he does it because it feels good

OR

He does it as punishment

That means no lube

No adjusting to his dick

And no extra pleasure to help you get off

He’s so mean </3

Taichi Kawanishi

This man screams pornstar

Public sex

This man is unstable

You could just be walking in public and he just decides he wants to fuck.

Who are you to stop him?

Just let him get this out real quick you can shop later.

Exhibitionism

The thought of being in the open? This man loves it

And you don't really have a choice but to love it

Every time you go to the beach he just has his dick in you, in the ocean sitting in his lap while eating lunch

He doesn't even care who sees

Children? Who cares, look away or whatever

Getting caught

It doesn't even matter who it is

If someone walks in when you're doing it he’s cumming

It's just hot

He doesn't need to explain it to you

he also makes u take nudes and had them as his homescreen for a while

Issei Matsukawa

I’d let this man kill me-

Leather/ latex

LEATHER GLOVES

He wears them when he fingers you so he can make fun of how wet you made them.

He dresses you up in these pretty little pastel dresses (gender to heel, he doesn't care, you look hot weather your a boy, girl, or not) and he wears all black (goth daddy Mattsun) and his gloves to fuck you in his leather-covered fist.

That's not even it

He has an entire bin of different colored chokers and leashes just for his pretty baby

Along with that, he has a shelf of latex thigh highs for you to wear and even has an entire outfit for you to wear and show off to him.

Ddlg/b/n-Lifestyle

This is why he has a lot of things that you wear!

He loves to take care of you all the time!

He loves to make his baby food and love to watch movies with you

And you love him so much too!

You would do anything for Daddy!

And he takes you shopping and to restaurants, and if you want literally anything big or small all you have to do is look up at him with puppy dog eyes and a “Daddy, please!!” and boom his credit card is already out.

Size kink

Big dick Mattsun-

This all comes back to the fact that you are so beautiful

And big dick little hole, who doesn't love that??

He sure does, don't worry though he always makes sure to prep you

Except if it's punishment- he doesn't like it he swears! He’d never want to hurt you!

And you’d believe it until your crying on his cock and it throbs ://

But if it still hurts, and it does, he’ll let you go your pace and sink all the way down onto his cock<3

Fun fact the first time he went into your ass he tried to with no lube and you couldn't sit for DAYS

Voyeurism (receiving)

Makki Makki Makki

I would say he was into Cuckolding but its always him doing the watching while Issei fucks you

And Makki loves it too if his constant praises and coo’s said anything about it.

And Mattsun just gets off on the fact his best friend is watching something he’ll (maybe if you're not into it) never fully have

Mattsun also likes having you tied up an watching him fuck a fleshlight of just jerking off

You look so pathetic :)

extra for big dick mattsun, he Shows all of his friends <3

I am a whore for the Seijoh 4

You bet Makki has an entire folder of pic of you, whether they are of you dripping cum or just with your legs open.

Even if he says he doesn't save them, you know Iwa has gotten off you a recording of you moaning and asking for Daddy’s cock

And Oikawa is always asking for more (the little manwhore), he says they are “references” for him, liar, he jerks off to them in his bathroom.

Takanobu Aone

It's always the quiet ones-

I just gotta get these first two out-

Consensual non-con

I can just TELL he like to pretend to break into your house

Pretend you're so scared and you don't like it

Tying you up and listening to your little cries, awwwwweeee

You were just too pretty to ignore

Just let him have a taste, stop crying he knows you want it just as much as he does

Primal/prey

He wants to feel like he earned his reward

A perfect little trophy for him to use as a toy

His dick in your tiny dripping hole is all the reward he needs

It's like you're a pretty innocent bunny and he’s a big fox just waiting for the right time to strike :)

Soft sex/ praise

I know what I said up there

But none of that means he doesn't love just setting you down on the bed with candles and rose petals and just making love

Soft music in the background and worshipping every inch of your skin

You need to be vocal though!

Tell him how pretty he is when he cums, and how perfectly his dick fits in your hole!

Tell him how soft he looks and how he is making your nipples feel like heaven.

Aftercare- bc I am also soft for aone and he is a good guy

Bubble baths and chocolate

Movies and cuddling

All of this makes him so glad that he found you

Especially when you cuddle into him all sleepily and tired.

Shoyo Hinata

oh he is so pretty-

Mutual masturbation

It's the perfect way to experience pleasure

He can see you in all your glory

All of the faces he sometimes misses when he’s fucking you!

He also learns from it!

He sees the angle your fingers go to hit that sweet spot so the next time he’s in you he knows where to aim!

(he is so precious-)

Pegging

You wanted to try it so he almost immediately agreed-

But it felt good!

The two of you reserved what one you wanted so the one he picked was almost made for him.

Plus, you look ridiculously good with the strap on-

And he voices that as much as he can!

And sometimes when he rides the strap he just watches it going in and out and in and out

(you also think this is SUPER hot but won't tell him :/)

Riding

It doesn't matter if it's you or him

Watching you fall apart on his cock without him doing a thing makes him cum harder than anything

Sometimes he gets so excited that he comes before you and makes you stay there until he’s hard again, which doesn't take long at all.

when it's him?

he’ll go for hours just to hear you tell him how good he is and how pretty he looks

Lingerie

Especially pastel babydolls

But nothing you wear could ever make you look bad in his eyes

Ok he likes it when you keep the lingerie on too like he’s fucking you and you till have a little nightgown/crop top on

Lord he will BUUUUUUSSSTTT

Lev Haiba

Size kink

Unintentionally too

He didn't even know it, but he did know that he liked that you were so much smaller than him.

He likes to put your hand to him and just look at the difference and before he knew it he was painfully hard

On the occasion, he makes fun of you saying his dick is just too big for you and you can't handle it, but then you get on your knees and he shuts up real quick

Praise kink

A given

He wants to know how good he makes you feel at all times

It doesn't have to be words either!

loud moans explanations of pleasure all drive him to move faster and faster!

Even yelling “oh god!” gets him off

He makes you feel that good huh?

Wall sex

Just playing on the size kink thing

He loves to just pick you up and fuck with reckless abandon

Gets a way better angle too- bet you didn't think he would realize that

He also likes to watch the combination of your juices drip to the floor-

Shugo Meian (MSBY captain)

Sexiest team-

Daddy/ Captain kink

Just look at him, he screams Daddy louder than you do when he’s fucking you

He takes pride in being Captain meaning he’ll fuck you for hour if the word even falls from your lips

And yes you have said it (daddy) front of the team and he did get hard, and the both of you did fuck in the locker room of the gym for an hour before you got kicked out

Even in arguments you better call him daddy, he will stop and fuck you into the ground for it

Angry or not you WILL use his title

Spanking

Will threaten you with this almost everyday

He just uses it as an excuse to touch your ass

He makes you count after each one and makes you thank him

It would look a bit like this

“Five! Thank you Daddy!” “Good Baby, five more”

But that doesn’t mean when you really deserve it that he won't unleash the wrath of god onto your poor ass

But after he’ll kiss it all better and Daddy will reward you for taking your punishment well

Controlled orgasms

By this i mean that you wont cum unless he says so

And you have to ask

Aka “Daddy please let me cum, I really want to”

And depending on what he’s feeling maybe you’ll get to cum then

And if not you’ll have to wait like a good Girl/Boy and cum when he does, which could late literally forever.

but its better than disobeying his orders, which could lead to him completely pulling out and just jerking off to cum on you :((

Deepthroating/ Face Fucking

Nothing is better to him than coming home to you on your knees and mouth open and ready

But when he’s all pent up from practice and he sees you?

Rip your throat, you aren't talking for a few days

He’ll literally fuck your face no question

He’ll put his dick so far down your throat you could feel it in your stomach

Yutaro Kindaichi

Hate sex 

He just makes everyone angry

And he gets off on it

You look so fucking delectable all red faced and angry

Makes him want to just slam into right then and there

Dom/Sub

Clearly he wants to be in control

Controlling someone is just such a  turn-on for him

Looking all pretty doing exactly what he wanted you too <3

Hickeys 

Wants to show off that you are his 

What better way than marking up your neck with pretty bruises

Plus he likes how you get all shy when people look at them