#hmm i need a snack before i pass out

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DCxDP Prompt

Ah. It's good to hear the voice of god above me instead of below. Dick thinks as he begins to wake up more and realizes that it's Jason’s voice yelling above him. 

Wait. Why is his voice above me? Where am I? Suddenly Dick shoots up from where he is lying, only for pain to flare in his hip and up his side.

“Hay Mr. Nightwing? Are you awake?” A little boy asks as two kids open the door to the room he was in.

How did I get here?

“See Dan? I told you I heard him moving around.” The little girl said as she stuck her tongue out at her brother.

“Mama said that you should never ashoom anything and should always verify.” The little boy, Dan said with an adorable glare.

“Your Mama is right. It's not good to make assumptions. By the way, where is your Mama?” Dick asked trying to derail the argument he could see coming and hoping to get some answers.

“Mama is in the kitchen making supper. You slept the whooole day. But Mama wouldn't let us wake you up. She said that you needed your sleep because you were hurt. Are you still hurt Mr. Nightwing?” The little girl said while bouncing on her toes.

“Mama will want to know you're awake.” Dan said before grabbing his sister's hand and dragging her out of the room.

Watching them go Dick decided to take another look around the room. Other than the bed and a dresser the room was pretty barren of personality. Not even a window to break up the monotony of the room's walls. Must be a guest bed then. Dick thought as he managed to get up and hobbled his way to the main area of the apartment.

“Good morning Mr. Nightwing. Or good evening? Never mind. If you want you can go sit down while I finish making supper.” A man who looks around his mid-twenties said from the kitchen. “How are you feeling? You were pretty banged up when you came in last night but I managed to pop your hip back in place and stitched up your side. You really should sit down so you don't aggravate your hip. I am sorry if the kids woke you up.” He said, only for the sound of something hitting a wall and more yelling before what sounded like a door slamming and everything going quiet filtered down to them from the upstairs apartment. “Or my neighbor. He's normally really quiet.”

“It's okay. And thanks for patching me up Mr…?”

“Oh. Sorry. I'm Danny. My daughter over there is Ellie and my son is Dan.”

“Well thank you Danny. But can I ask how I got here?” Dick asked as he sat down.

“You climbed in through the window!” Ellie said excitedly.

“I think you thought it was an old safe house because you unlocked the window and came in before passing out. Ellie…” Danny said with a stern look at his daughter “had apparently decided she needed a midnight snack saw you come in.”

“Ya, probably. I don't remember much of what happened last night.” Dick admitted as he watched Danny plate up food and started handing it out to Dick and the kids before sitting on the couch with his own plate as his kids ate next to him.

“Hmm. You might have a bit of a concussion. You should probably call someone to pick you up if you can’t remember anything.”

After eating Dick opened his com and notified everyone where he was and that he needed help getting home. He'll have to figure out a way to thank Danny for his help. After dealing with the batlecture and his sibling's teasing.

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Secret Secret Chapter 6

OT8 Straykids x reader, ABO AU

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You picked up the box of painkillers from the convenience store shelf with a sigh, looking it over for a bit, before deciding it was suitable for what you needed it for.

The bells on the door rang as it opened, another customer making their way into the nearly empty store. You supposed it was rare to get customers this late on a Monday night, but you wanted to make sure you restocked the first aid kit back at your apartment before you forgot, having gone through the entire stash back when you were dealing with your preheat.

At least, restocking was all you had been planning on using them for. But with the way your blood was starting to pound heavily in your head and the ache in your bones, you had a feeling that you might need to think ahead and get more than just one box.

You sighed again.

Grabbing another box, you took a second to consider the slight grumbling in your stomach, and made your way to the next aisle over. Some snacks couldn’t hurt. You just went through your heat; you figured you had an excuse.

“The chocolate flavored ones are the best,” A voice said from beside you.

You looked up from where you had been considering the selection of candies and blinked in surprise. “Jisung?”

The beta smiled at you. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I-“ Jisung’s eyes went wide. He looked down at the ramen package in his hands, and you raised an eyebrow. “It’s not what it looks like! I know we have performances tomorrow, but I just … really had a craving for ramen.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell on you.”

“It’s only this once, I promise!”

“Seriously, Jisung. I couldn’t care less about your diet.”

He gave you a sheepish smile. “Really?”

“Really.”

Jisung took your words at face value, and you found yourself matching his now genuine smile with your own. You reached out to grab your sweets, intent on passing by and going on your way, but the idol reached out to stop you as you made to leave.

“I can’t eat this back at the dorms without someone complaining of temptations,” He began, eyes focused on the package in his hands.

“Makes sense,” You quipped.

He shifted his feet nervously. “If you aren’t in a rush, I was wondering if you wanted to join me?”

“To eat?”

“Yeah.”

You reached out to pat his shoulder, and Jisung finally lifted his head to actually look you in the eyes. For a split second, you found yourself breathless with no explanation, the kind of feeling that you got when listening to your favorite song years after forgetting it or watching a plot twist for the first time. It made your entire body hum.

And then it was gone, and only the hums of the refrigerators at the back of the store remained. You swallowed hard.

“Sure.”

-0-0-

You watched as Jisung slurped up the noodles from his chopsticks, the red broth staining the corners of his mouth even as he licked up the remaining moisture. With a small smile, you reached over with a napkin to wipe it away, and he turned to you with wide eyes and full cheeks.

You snickered. “I can see why fans compare you to a squirrel.”

Jisung whined, but with his mouth full, he couldn’t say anything to defend himself. He chewed thoughtfully, staring out through the convenience store window. The soft rain and disappearing sunset gave the streets a hazy glow, and combined with the quiet music playing through the speakers, it gave you a sense of peace.

You looked over at Jisung again, only to find he was staring at you back.

He quickly looked away with an awkward laugh. “It’s, uh, odd to see staff here. Most of them take advantage of the free meals in the company cafeteria.”

“Hmm, I never turn down free meals. But they only have super healthy meals.” You shook the bag of sweets. “Sometimes you’re just in the mood for some junk food, you know?”

Jisung looked down at his instant ramen and nodded his head. “Yeah, I get that.”

“Besides, it’s not like I come here everyday. Although, if I knew I’d find such nice company, I probably would have come here sooner,” You said, pushing your shoulder gently against his.

“Ah, I don’t come here often either. Although, if you asked, I would definitely show up just for you.”

Jisung gave you a wicked grin, and you covered your mouth with a laugh in hopes of hiding your flushed cheeks, shaking your head in amusement. You didn’t know him that well, but you weren’t expecting something like that to come out of his mouth.

“Wow, Jisung. Are you flirting with me?”

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “And if I am?”

“It just seems like such a change from the first time we met,” You mused, leaning in close as well.

Jisung blinked in surprise, his mouth parting open a smidge as his pupils dilated. “Oh, wow. You smell really good.”

You frowned, feeling like reality had just shattered your hopeful fantasy. Jisung was lucky he couldn’t smell your actual scent because you were sure if it wasn’t for your scent blockers, you would be stinking up the store with your sudden mood change.

Jisung leaned back with a worried look. “I- I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, you really do smell good, but I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He started to wave his hand around anxiously, and you forced your face to relax, reaching out to hold one of his hands between yours. He immediately stopped moving, his mouth snapping close and eyes staring deep into yours. You smiled.

“It’s okay. You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” You lied, because you couldn’t explain the truth to him.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, right. Um. Good.”

“There he is.” You smirked, “Guess you’re not that confident after all, huh?”

“What!? No! I mean, I can be confident!”

You shook your head, grabbing his now empty trash and standing up. “Sure you can.”

“I really can!”

Jisung practically fell out of his chair in his rush to follow you. The two of you made your way out to the store and into the cold night air, a sudden chill forcing you to close your jacket around your shoulders in the pursuit of warmth. From behind you, you heard Jisung say his goodbye to the girl manning the cash register.

The second he walked out, a cold burst of air rushed through the street, and a few stray drops of water lingering from when it had rained earlier hit you in your face. Having already been bundled up in your jacket, you only felt the cold on your cheeks, but Jisung had just walked out of the store and had his own hoodie hanging from his arm, leaving him vulnerable to the sudden change in temperature.

He let out a squeak in surprise, arms tightening up against his body as he shivered. He then tried to pull his hoodie on as quickly as possible, but somehow his arm got stuck and he struggled to get his head in the right opening.

You sniggered.

“You’re doing a really good job showing how smooth you are,” You pointed out.

“Shut up.” He said, his voice muffled by the fabric of his hoodie.

He finally managed to figure it out, pulling the hoodie down and letting out a huff. The sleeves were a little too long for him, leaving the beta with an adorable pair of sweater paws and a flushed face (whether from the cold or the embarrassment, you weren’t sure).

“Aww, how cute.”

“Shut up!”

“No! You’re adorable, seriously.”

“I wasn’t going for adorable,” he grumbled, folding his arms. It only made him look even cuter, and you moved forward.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset,” you said, ruffling his hair. “It’s just that it’s hard to imagine you fitting the Stray Kids concept with those big wide eyes of yours. Especially some of the 3racha songs I’ve heard. They seem a little too hard hitting for you.”

Jisung tilted his head away from your hand, rolling his eyes. “Its different when we’re on stage. We have stage personas for a reason.”

“Well, yeah. But those personas don’t come from nowhere. Where do you get all your confidence from?”

“Hmmm. I guess it’s easy when you’ve got a stadium full of beautiful people screaming your name,” He joked, nudging my shoulder with his own.

“Is that what it takes to get you going?” You teased. You don’t know what prompted you to suddenly lean in close, crowding Jisung in from where he was leaning up against the wall. His eyes darted down your face and back up in surprise. “Is that what you need to show me how confident you can be? Hmm? Want me to scream your name?”

“Watch it,” he muttered.

“I thought you were confident.”

Without another word, Jisung spun the both of you around so that you were now in his place. He pushed you up against the wall, not hard enough to hurt you, but enough that you could feel the strength behind his touch. To his credit, he immediately moved his hand away from your shoulder and to the wall behind you, his palm slapping loudly against the brick as he leaned in like it was a cheesy drama where the guy had the girl cornered up against the wall.

The idea behind the gesture probably would have been more effective if a cat didn’t immediately yowl from behind him, causing Jisung to jump in surprise.

You laughed loudly, and not even his glare could get you to stop. Even when he leaned in closer, his other hand coming up to rest on the other side of your head, effectively trapping you between him and the wall, you couldn’t stop the snickers.

“Yah! Stop laughing!”

“I can’t,” You said breathlessly.

“Seriously, you’re ruining the moment.”

You just laughed harder, eyes closed and chest hurting from the shakes that wracked your body. Hands grabbed your waist gently, and you titled your head down with a smile. Jisung rolled his eyes at you, the smile pulling at the corner of his mouth betraying his amusement.

“You done?”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think I’m good. I’m sorry.”

“Good.”

It was then that you realized just how close the two of you had gotten since your laughing attack. His hands were still on your waist, face inches apart. You felt your smile drop slowly, eyes darting down to his mouth on instinct. Or maybe it was want.

It felt odd, because you couldn’t smell him. He was wearing scent blockers. And even if he could smell you, it wasn’t your real scent, and it wouldn’t be affected by your feelings. Neither one of you was being drawn in to each other based on instinct. And yet there you were, staring at each other in a knowing way, both of you too afraid to make that first move.

You didn’t even know each other that well.

His hand tightened on your waist, and you reach out to grab his forearms, not sure if you wanted to pull him away, or pull him closer.

Jisung let go. “I should get going.”

“Yeah.”

You forced down the disappointment. He gave you a hug goodbye, one you hadn’t been expecting but accepted less. You wished him a goodnight and spent the few seconds it took for him to make his way down the street staring at his back, wishing he would turn back around. Wishing he didn’t have to leave.

It was for the best.

So why did it feel so wrong?

-0-0-

Comeback season was in full swing.

The first few days were a bit of a chaotic mess at the company, but you managed to keep out of the way, unlike Maya and most of the other stylists. Most of your work took place at your desk, preparing for the upcoming promotions taking place in Japan later that month, and then the world tour that was set to take place afterwards. You were in contact with multiple news programs, city venues, promotional companies; more than a dozen phone calls were made every hour, and it left you feeling mentally exhausted by the time Wednesday came around.

The music video had been dropped early that morning, with captions in every language you knew, and more to be added soon. With every passing hour that nobody complained about any errors, you felt yourself relax a little more, the post-heat and stress finally catching up with you until your eyelids felt so heavy you could barely keep them open.

If it wasn’t for the fact you still had a meeting scheduled later that afternoon, you would’ve found a way to take the rest of the day off and crash. But alas, the job never ends.

Maybe Sooyoung had been right. You could have used a few days off.

Thinking about Sooyoung made your head hurt again. The alpha had been radio silent since last week, and when you let her know your heat had started, she had packed a bag to stay at a friends house. It was normal, something you had both been doing for months since you realized how much your heats and ruts affected each other. But even though it was expected, coming home to an empty apartment was still hard for you.

You tried not to think about the comfort that you sought that weekend. Instead, you tried to focus on the late schedule you were dealing with. The time difference with the stops the boys would be taking on their tours meant you had to stay up late to attend to meetings with other companies, but it also meant you were never up early enough to catch Sooyoung, who was back at the apartment and leaving early to get to the school.

It made it very hard to talk to her. To apologize. You felt like you owed her that at least, if not more for everything she did for you. For how much she cared, even when she didn’t need to. You were finding it hard to accept that.

That people cared. Could care. Would care.

For you.

You let out another sigh and pushed away from your desk. Maybe a coffee from the cafeteria would help your heavy eyelids.

There was heavy traffic in the hallways, most of whom you recognized as stylists. They were clothes on hangers, and some of them had makeup bags. You slowed down to let them pass since they had their hands full. You felt for the stylists. At least all your work was only mental and not physical.

As the doors to the elevator open up, the group shuffle in with their load, and you choose to relax against the wall as you waited for the next one. For a moment, you let your eyes fall close. You still had your eyes closed when the elevator dinged again, signaling it had arrived. You opened your eyes and immediately met Changbin’s own eyes.

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” You joked, shuffling into the elevator.

He gave you a grin in response. “Going down?”

“Hmm. Cafeteria.”

“Long night?”

You hummed. “Yeah. You?”

Changbin let out a tired laugh. “Yeah.”

The two of you rode down to the cafeteria in silence. You walked with him since you were heading in the same direction, but upon entering you saw that Changbin was actually the last of the Stray Kids to arrive to what seemed to be a gathering. Even in a room full of staff and other idols, they seemed to be the loudest of all.

Jisung waved wildly to you when he spotted you, calling out your name. You winced as the people around you suddenly turned to stare at you.

“Han, dude. Inside voice,” Changbin reminded him, pushing the air in front of him down with his hands. “Calm down.”

“I didn’t know you two were on a first name basis,” Chan said, giving you an inquisitive look.

As if suddenly remembering that your outing earlier that week was supposed to be a secret, Jisung shrank back into his seat. “Ah, it’s not that. I mean, I just assumed since we were the same age-“ You crossed your arms, trying (and probably failing) to bite back a smile. Jisung squinted at you. “Actually, I have no idea how old you are.”

“You alling me old?” You joked at him. He gave you a oanicked look, and you kaughed, waving your hand in an 'its okay' manner. “How’s your comeback going?”

Jeongin, a beta if your nose was right, dropped his head into his folded arms with a groan. “Uh, don’t remind me.” From next to him, Hyunjin patted his members’s shoulder without looking away from his ipad.

“Tiring, like always. But it’s going great. Stay’s seem to love the new song,” Chan said, leaning back in his seat with a grin.

You had to look away from him, unable to meet his eyes without thinking of that weekend where your omega wanted nothing more than to have the alpha in your bed with you, the need so bad you had found yourself digging out that hidden shirt you had in your bottom drawer to incorporate to your nest. The combined scent made most of your memories of your heat fuzzy. Although, on that note, Chan wasn’t the only alpha you had thought of in your horny heat ladled mind.

You eyed Minho carefully, but he was looking at his phone.

“I imagine you’re probably busy too. We have a tour coming up,” Seungmin brought up.

“Ah, I’ve been working on that stuff for the past two weeks. Since I got hired, actually,” You pointed out. The others looked up at that.

“That sounds rough. Having to deal with all that work so soon after joining,” Felix said, resting his cheek against his hand.

The position of the omega’s hands made his words come out slightly slurred as he squished his cheeks. You found your eyes resting on his mouth and how it was pushed into a small pout, the pink of his lower lip shiny. You shook your head, both at his comment, but also to keep yourself from staring.

“Nah, it’s not so bad. I haven’t been doing it all on my own, anyways. Since I’m still technically new, I’ve had plenty of help from Jeonhui as she shows me the ropes. I’ll probably be on my own once you’re actually on tour, though.” You smiled ruefully. “That should be fun.”

Changbin beamed. “You’re coming with us?!”

You blinked in surprise at his loud voice. “Yes? I mean, you guys are going on a world tour, and I’m a translator. I’d imagine it be kind of obvious.”

“Oh, right.” The others laughed at Changbin’s sudden embarrassment.

You spotted a small table being cleaned up and figured you should take the chance to get a seat before the cafeteria began to fill up again. You waved goodbye to the boys, wishing them luck in their performances, and made your way to the empty table.

Chan’s eyes followed you as you left.

“They're nice,” Felix mused. “I’m glad they got some time to get settled in before we went on tour. They looked so nervous the first time we met.”

“That’s probably because Minho went all protective alpha on them,” Seungmin said nonchalantly, side eyeing the dancer.

Minho, to his credit, didn’t seemed bothered by all the looks the other’s shot him. “Eh, it was an honest mistake.”

“Hyung!” Jisung whined. “Why do you always have to scare away the pretty ones?”

“Pretty?” Hyunjin finally looked up from what it was he had been working on. “Since when do you care about pretty people?”

Jisung flushed. “Never mind.”

“No no no,” Changbin teased. “Come on, I want to hear more about your little crush.”

“It’s not a crush!”

Chan smiled. He was glad that his members seemed to be getting along well with you, the mysterious omega who had grabbed so much of his attention. He had never intended to go home with anyone the night that he had met you, but the moment that you scent had registered in his brain, his alpha had perked up his ears in interest, something it had never done before. At least, not since he had met his pack mates.

He wasn’t delusional to assume that his interest in you meant that you would one day be a part of that pack. You had ever right to say no if, and when, he asked. But knowing that you had enjoyed your night together, and that you held no ill will against him, made him slightly more hopeful that maybe, just maybe, you would someday be open to him courting you. To joining the pack. To being his mate.

He glanced at Felix, the blond omega laughing at something someone had said or done, his eyes shining like there were a million stars in them. He could only hope that the others would also be open to his plans. After all, he would never imagine inviting you in without their permission. This was their pack just as much as it was his.

Chan let out a sigh.

Soon, he imagined. Soon he’d get his answer.

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Every Baby Needs a Daddy 3

Part 2

Steve thought he was doing a very good job playing it cool as Eddie drove them to his hotel. He didn't squirm or reach out for him at all, just letting him take the wheel to wherever it was. He knew there was one tell he couldn't control though. His scent. And Eddie wasn't so stoic that he could pretend to not notice.

He reached over with one hand and squeezed Steve's thigh. Steve bit his lip and looked out the window, knowing that if he looked down, he'd break and spread his legs to let Eddie's hand wander. He was no stranger to car sex but typically the car wasn't moving.

A sigh of relief came from him as they got to the building. It was a nice place but Steve didn't see much of the lobby. Eddie used his key card to get in through the back and right up to the elevator without needing to pass by the front desk or anyone. Steve was glad for the discretion but especially when the elevator doors closed and Eddie pushed him against one of the walls.

Steve had been so preoccupied with his own reactions, he hadn't really noticed Eddie. But it was hard to ignore now. Very hard.

"It ain't easy keepin' my hands off of you", Eddie whispered in the breath that laid between them. Even now, while his body was pressed to Steve, his hands were against the walls, crowding him in.

"I don't remember asking you to do that", Steve said. He put his arms around Eddie, slipping them under his leather jacket in the process.

Eddie's head dropped down onto his shoulder, kissing him where he was clothed at first, but then working his way up to the bare skin on his neck. When he got close to his mating gland, Steve's breath hitched and his legs spread a little. His eyes focused and he realized he could see their reflection in the spotless steel that surrounded them. He was able to see very well how Eddie was drinking him in, able to feel it by the erection trying not to move against his hip able to smell it every time he took a breath.

It was so easy to get lost in it, especially when Eddie grabbed his hips and pushed a leg between his own. But watching them get heated reminded Steve of something.

"C-cameras."

"Hmm?" Eddie looked up at him.

"The elevator cameras. Aren't they-"

The soft ding of their floor opening up interrupted him. Eddie pulled away with a grin. He turned his gaze to the camera up in the corner and winked.

"They won't do anything unless you get really egregious", Eddie said while taking Steve's hand and leading him to his room.

"You do that a lot then?" Getting hot and heavy in a public place, Steve meant.

"Only around the kind I can't control myself with."

Eddie kissed his fingers and that just felt...it felt too affectionate for what this was supposed to be. Steve knew that this celebrity had just promised an exotic beach somewhere but he knew better than to take someone's words at face value, especially someone with money. This was just a quick romp because he was someone new with a nice face. Eddie would forget about him the moment Steve snuck out in the morning.

Any thoughts on the morning after were stopped when Steve got a look at the room. Spacious of course, with a big window that spanned one side of the room that screamed 'fuck you' money. The sparkling view of the city was one that Steve had seen before, but it had been a while. And never before while he was so relaxed.

Eddie didn't stop Steve as he walked over to the window. If anything, it gave him an opportunity to ogle that behind. And to also mentally scramble for what he should do next. The tent in his pants clearly had ideas for his next move, but surely he couldn't just bump it against Steve and put him in bed. Did he offer him a drink? A snack? Maybe he'd want to go to the bathroom first?

How did one treat a potential sugar baby when you were trying to entice them? His hands and feet did the thinking, taking him right over to Steve and gently grabbing him from behind.

"Like the view?"

"It's easy to forget how beautiful the city is when you only see it from the ground floor", Steve said.

This man deserved to be sky high, in the clouds, floating on air so his feet never touched the ground, Eddie decided. Steve turned in his arms and kissed him, tongue swirling around while his hand moved between their bodies.

"You've had this for a while." Steve's hand lightly stroked him through his pants.

"You can't be doing much better", Eddie reached out to cup Steve through his clothes, relishing the breathy moan he let out.

Steve knew Eddie wouldn't feel how wet he was through two layers, but he almost wished he could.

"Let's get you to bed, baby."

Eddie said it calmly, but the way he nipped at Steve's lips and the trail of clothes they left on the way to the bedroom said otherwise. Steve was down to his boxers briefs. Meanwhile Eddie was, frustratingly, only topless. When Steve sat on the bed, (covered in the most luxurious bedding might he add) Eddie immediately knelt down and got between his legs. As he kissed up Steve's thigh, he grinned against his skin.

Not only was he in the thick of Steve's scent here, he could see the wet spot on his underwear. Eddie used both hands to pull them off and cursed under his breath when Steve spread fully, revealing his dripping cunt. Eddie wanted to bury his face in it, cover himself in Steve's juice and have the scent cover his own. Let anyone take one look at him and know just from a whiff that his face had been the throne of this angel.

He swallowed, forcing himself to reign it in before he scared Steve off. He kissed his other thigh and met Steve's eyes as he took his first taste. Steve let out a soft moan and Eddie kept going. Steve was hot and sweet and tasted like heaven. Eddie felt like he could write an ode to how soft his lips were. Steve's sounds of pleasure and the thought of making this beautiful man cum on his mouth spurred him on.

"Eddieee", Steve moaned, tugging at his hair. "Eddie you're gonna make me....

Eddie hummed, eyes closed, lost in his other senses as he rubbed a finger against his hole now, slowly pushing inside while his lips closed around Steve's clit.

Steve tossed his head back. "I need...I need...."

Eddie pulled back just enough to talk, his breath floating against the pretty pussy before him while he was two fingers deep. "What do you need, sweet thing?"

"To cum with you inside me."

"Hmm, so you're saying you don't want me to finish playing with your button here?", Eddie teased, his thumb circling his clit.

Steve's eyes rolled back but he was determined. He squeezed around Eddie's fingers. "Just wanna be filled by you. I need it, Eddie."

Eddie pulled his fingers out and Steve got on all fours, ass up and presenting himself. Eddie's mind went to dangerous places as he scrambled to undress the rest of the way. The first was that Steve's cunt looked delectable and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like during his heat. And then that thought was followed by how perfect any pups birthed by Steve would be.

The most dangerous thought, one he had while rolling the condom on, was that Steve's future pups could be his. Eddie rubbed his tip against Steve's folds, getting it nice and wet. Then, unable to help himself, he pressed the head of his cock against his clit, swirling it in circles and smirking as Steve bucked back and slicked dripped from him.

"Don't tease", Steve warned with a look thrown back. "Alpha."

Eddie growled and draped himself over Steve's back. "I'm 'alpha' now?"

"Only if you fuck me like one", Steve challenged. Any sort of cockiness dropped the second Eddie started to push inside of him. Steve's jaw dropped and he gripped the blanket tight.

If Eddie could write an ode to how Steve's cunt felt on his mouth, he could create a sonnet to how it felt around his cock. The words in mind started out very flowery before devolving into a nonstop stream of goodgoodgooood.

Steve could feel Eddie's knot bump against his hole. Even though he felt the words bubbling up, he knew better than to beg for it. It was a little much to get knotted on the first time. But god, Steve wanted it. Wanted it to plug him after Eddie filled him good. Wanted it to catch.

Eddie let out a small sound, something like a whimper and Steve realized his inner thoughts had become his outer voice.

"Shit, I'm not gonna last long if you keep talkin' like that."

"Don't want you to last. I want you to cum, wanna feel it." Steve's back arched and he wriggled his lower half, fucking himself on Eddie's cock. His pants got short and fast as he got closer to the edge. Then Eddie reached around and started rubbing his clit and Steve swore he stopped breathing.

Eddie was so focused on the sound of Steve's cries when he came that his own orgasm snuck up on him. His hips stuttered as he spilled into the condom, keeping his knot outside of Steve's body with the utmost restraint. He'd get him knotted up soon enough. Eddie would make sure of it.

To be sure, Eddie got up while it was still a little dark. Steve seemed like a runner. Eddie ordered some room service and ran a bath. He caught Steve in the process of trying to find his clothes in the dim light just before sunrise.

"I was just-"

"Come here, beautiful", Eddie held a hand out and led Steve into the tub, climbing in along with him. "I can't let you go without taking care of you, Stevie."

"Taking care of me? Or taking care of me?", Steve asked with a grin as Eddie massaged his thighs underwater.

"Can't it be both?" Eddie had let Steve get comfortable between his legs and with his ass brushing against him it was probably going to go both ways anyway. "Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you." Eddie kissed at his shoulder and moved his hair to kiss at the back of his neck.

"Are the answers in my skin?", Steve teased while leaning back into his chest.

"They say people used to search for answers in the starry skies. And you've got plenty of constellations on you." Eddie finger-walked from one shoulder to the other, using Steve's moles like stepping stones.

There it was again. A gesture, or a phrase that made this feel deeper than what it was. Steve couldn't stop his heart from fluttering but he could stop himself from getting his hopes up. "So, what did you want to ask about?"

"It's more of a proposition, really." An indecent proposal if there ever was one but Eddie wasn't about to let societal expectations get in the way of what he wanted. "I know I already asked last night, I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page."

They had said and done so much last night that it took Steve some time to pinpoint the exact conversation. "You mean when you asked for something not serious but exclusive?"

"Yeah." Eddie took a breath. Nothing left now but to actually say it. "You ever have a sugar daddy?"

Part 4

Because someone asked, this'll eventually be on ao3, as most of my tumblr fics end up there, but it'll be some time before I start uploading this there.

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[be-missed]

Cool About It

Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

Summary: Jenna and Y/N are life-long best friends, but can Y/N still stand and hide her feelings after Jenna pulled a prank on her?

Warning/s: curse words, notify me if there are any.

A/N: Hi, hope this can be a good substitute for Chap 4 of Not Strong Enough. Enjoy! (clearing things out, this is not the Chapter 4 for Not Strong Enough, this is just a substitute story for you all, so that you have something to read while waiting for the Chapter 4 for Not Strong Enough.)

Masterlist

Nothing To Lose (Part 2) | Bad for Business (Part 3)

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"Come on it'll be fun, we can walk around the park and then ride the boat." Jenna explained while lying down in Y/N's bed and scrolling through her phone.

Y/N looked at her with a questioning look and said "Isn't that a bad idea? Because people might hover over us and people will just follow us and that is something that my anxiety can't handle."

"Noooo, pleaseee. This is a good idea, it's a Thursday afternoon, nobody or only least people will be at the park." Jenna answered, pouting.

"Jenna, stop." Y/N said with a smile on her face "You know it's hard for me when you do that."

Ans Jenna just smiled because she knows that Y/N is so close to going "Pleeaasseeee, pretty pleaseeee. I'll buy you an ice cream." Jenna proposed.

"Hmm, you think an ice cream can make me agree with your plan, huh?" Y/N answered.

"Yes, I know that you will agree to me sooner. Just imagine us binding after such a long time of not seeing each other. Also, may I remind you that I'll be leaving the country in December to film for Wednesday so this is a great time to spend with me before we get situated again in face time." Jenna is now showing Y/N a sad face.

Jenna's statement made Y/N wonder, that yes, it is true that Jenna's break will be over soon, meaning that she will be receiving a call or a message from Jenna during ungodly times which, she diligently answers, whether it may be a call or a message.

Y/N sighs and Jenna knows that y/N will now agree with her plan. But before Y/N agrees, Jenna started to jump in Y/N's bed and smiles at Y/N.

"You know me so fucking well Jenna Marie Ortega." Y/N said while scratching her brow "Yes, sure we'll go to the park."

And then Jenna went ot hug Y/N and delivers ton of kisses on Y/N's face.

Y/N thought, "Fucking hell, how can I disagree with this girl. If she tells me to jump on a tall something, I would even do some back flips. She wants me to run around New York City? I would do it with my tits out. She want me to marry her and be the mother of her children? I will for sure do that without a doubt. The last part, is a false hope. I know Jenna isn't into me since the first time that I met her."

"Okay, collect your things and get dressed, we're going to Central Park." Y/N said and taps Jenna's crown and smiled at her like a cute puppy.

Even if Jenna and Y/N are together, they will literally wear the headphones that they bought for each other, just to drown out their environment. But even the noise cancelling headphone can't stop them to communicate with each other. After knowing each other so well for years, they don't need to communicate verbally.

While walking, Y/N then got lost again with her own thoughts. She feels that Jenna knows that she likes her more than a best friend should have for quite some time now. That is why in the past few months, Y/N has been getting a lot more "busier" when it comes to Jenna. She tries so hard to detach herself from the girl. If Jenna won't be kind enough to be cruel about it and just reject her, then Y/N will try to be cool about it even though it's probably not even true.

Arriving at Central Park, the two girls started to walk nonchalantly, going where their feet take them, not caring about the people that took notice of them.

They sometime give snacks to the pigeons or the ducks that they passed by, try to pet the dog that was sitting beside their owner. Taking a look at thier surroundings, both of them realised that a lot from the park changed, the becnhes that were once there, the trees thatvwere cut out and displaced by another plant, and the rusts on the bench that they always pass by.

Y/N was walking not until Jenna stopped by the row boat rentals and Y/N just moved her head from side to side "Nuh uh, Jenna. We won't and we can't." Y/N said.

"But why? We used to ride the boats and just row around, pretending to be a part of a rowing team." Jenna stated pulling at Y/N's sleeve.

"Jen, that was before." Y/N reasoned.

Jenna looked sad "Do you not want to be seen with me? Is that it?"

That was the last thing that Y/N wants Jenna to think of because it is not true.

"No, absolutely not. I just think that..." Y/N said not knowing any reason on why not to ride the boat.

"See you have no reasons to not ride it. So please let's ride the boat." Jenna said, and with that they got a boat, just the two of them and started to row.

Many people are also in their own boat, talking, playing, laughing and admired their surroundings. Also, Y/N and Jenna's boat didn't get unnoticed by the people in the park or inside the boat. People were waving at them and calling Jenna's name. Jenna waved back or replied to them but her focus was still focused on you, not until you hear Jenna coughed.

Many boats surrounds you as this is where one of the good spots for a picture. It means that many people also surrounds you and can literally hear each other.

"Mhmm, Y/N, I don’t know where to start..." Jenna said with a smirk ok her face and Y/N didn't know what's going on, Jenna then continued "We have known each other for a lot of years, we have been with each other through our ups and downs and we are still here." Jenna then secretly took the ring from her pointer finger and present it in front of you.

Now. Now Y/N is so baffled with what is Jenna doing, people started to look at them and paid attention to what is happening inside their boat. Even the people who are in land started to stop and watch the scene unfolding in front of them.

"I have loved you ever since I met you and I want to love you 'till the day I die. I just want to ask if, will you marry me?" Jenna got up from her seat and started to kneel with her right knee.

Y/N's thoughts are all over. Why is Jenna fucking doing this? Is this her way to fucking play with her feelings? Is this all a joke to Jenna? She wants Jenna to be cruel about it and just reject her but not this way, Y/N will try her best to be cool about it even if it's not, but this stunt? Y/N didn't know if she can still see Jenna and not say some hurtful things towards the girl.

Everyone around them started to cheer and fished their phone out to capture this moment, because hell, Jenna Ortega is proposing. Flashing of lights where delivered from each phone that is hanging out, hollers and congratulations can be heard in different directions, claps can be heard everywhere and that triggered Y/N.

It was so loud around her, and why the fuck is Jenna proposing to her.

"Jenna I need to get out." Y/N said.

"What do you mean?" Jenna started to see the panic in Y/N's eyes.

"Fuck Jenna I need to get out of here" Y/N stated and started to row the boat in a faster pace that forced Jenna to take a seat.

As the boat started to get near the dock, Y/N didn't gave Jenna a time to talk and bolted away. Away from the girl, away from the people, and away from the world.

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Many hours has passed but Jenna can't still contact Y/N. Jenna even waited in front of Y/N's front door for hours but there were no signs of her best friend.

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A/N: Hoped this is good enough. Thoughts and comments are open, thanks for reading!

Nothing To Lose (part 2)

[jackmanbj]

home surprise

jack was on his was back, he was finally done with tour and was exhausted, he had been working so hard and you could tell from phone daily phone calls he wasn’t getting all the sleep he needed.

“jack baby please rest before you come home” jack sighed and looked at you through the phone, his dark eye bags showing heavy “baby, i have been getting 4 hours a sleep” “jack! your saying that like it’s a good thing you need more rest! when you come home your going straight to bed!” “not before i fuck you” “yes before you fuck me! i need you to be rested up!” “fine baby, im about to start packing and ready for bed, i loveeeee youuu” “i love you so much more! now get some rest!” “i love you more tho” “jackman dont start.” “yes ma’am, and you better be sleep when i get there!” “of course baby”

you hung up the phone, of course you weren’t going to sleep you immediately went downstairs and cleaned it a up then started taking out the meat to defrost for jacks favorite meal then going to the living room to get snacks ready and movies planned out.

of course jack would get all this after he rested or he would quite literally pass out from exhaustion.

you checked the time 1:30am, jack would be back around 7am.

jack knew new you usually woke up around 8 or 9 so he wanted to make sure you were sleep to surprise you by you waking up to him.

you were going to wake up at 5:45am just to make sure jacks food was nice and ready for when he got back.

you set an alarm for 5:30am and fell asleep.

once it hit 5:30 you alarm went off waking you. you quickly got up and showered, brushed you teeth and started makings jacks food.

it was a quick easy mean so you were done by 6:48 jack had landed around 6:48 and would be here around 6:50 or 7:00 so you started putting the food on his and urban’s plate and placing them into the microwave.

when 7:05 hit you heard keys jingle so you quickly took the food out checking to see if it was still hot and they were so you placed it down in front the two chairs where jack and urban usually sat and got some forks for them.

“hi boys!” you gave urban a hug then went to hug and kiss jack.

“baby i told you to be sleep when i got here.” “i know but i made your favorite meal!” “did you even sleep baby?” “yes j, eat please!”

urban and jack sat down and started eating while you started cleaning up the rest of your mess.

“baby your not eating?” “uhmm not right now” “mk” once jack finished you took his plate for him and washed it and once urban was done you washed his to.

while you were finishing up the dishes jack came up behind you and rubbing on your lower thighs kissing your neck

“mm jack” “baby you can clean up later, lets go lay down hmm?” “im almost done, and i told you no sex till you sleep for at least, 7 hours. minimum!” “ baby.. i haven’t seen you in monthsss i miss you” “and i miss you to baby but where not having sex right now, ill be in the bedroom soon to help you unpack” “finee”

jack slowly walked up the stairs waiting for you to change your mind, but of course you didn’t.

once you went upstairs you seen jack unpacking.

“you need help baby boy?” “yes babe!”

you finished helped jack unpack and he went to go shower while you got his sweatpants out since that was all he liked to wear for bed anyway.

once jack got out he quickly put on his pants and laid down next to you.

“i missed you baby” you started playing in his damp hair and kissing his forehead “miss you so much” jack responded in soft snores. he was face first in your boobs drooling so you kissed his forehead once more and fell asleep with him.

[shootingstarwritings]

Body a Day #10: Table

Alex Fisher yawned as he entered the water treatment plant. It was five in the morning, but he had to be in early due to being just recently assigned to the morning shift.

His boss, an older man in his 50’s by the name of Mr. Fisk, urged him to do so to raise his motivation. He had taken a few days off for whatever reason, but came back with a perky mood, which seemed to infect everyone in the morning shift. “Everyone there is so chipper and nice. If you’re feeling unsatisfied, perhaps this new schedule will help your mood.” Alex wasn’t convinced, but soon agreed thanks to small pay bump Mr. Fisk offered.

Alex went into the company break-room to dump his lunch into the fridge, but paused when he saw a plate of doughnuts on the table. He cocked an eyebrow and looked at the note left nearby.

“Thought some of you could use a little pick-me-up!” The note said it was from Mr. Fisk.

Oh, so that’s why everyone’s so happy in the morning. Little snacks, thought Alex. He grabbed a doughnut—surprised by how warm it was—and scarfed it down before heading to his office. “Mmm! Oh, that’s good,” Alex couldn’t help but moan out-loud. With doughnuts that good, how could anyone be in such a foul mood?

Now with a spring in his step, Alex made his way up the stairs, but stopped and doubled over halfway up. “Oh, the fuck��? What was in that… urgh…!”

“Ah, there you are, Alex!” From the top of the stairs, Mr. Fisk called out and smiled Alex, who was on his knees, trembling. “I see you had one of my special treats. That’s good, boy! Just relax and it’ll all be over soon,” he said as he walked down to Alex.

“The fuck…? Boss, what’d you do to those…? Am I dying?!”

Mr. Fisk, still unfazed, kneeled down so he was at eye-level with Alex. “In a way, yes,” he said, gazing intently into Alex’s eyes. Blue film flashed over his brown eyes, which caused Alex to flinch back and nearly fall. “Hang on there, champ,” said Mr. Fisk, catching Alex easily with his strong, broad arms. “Can’t let you die and take one of my spawn with you. You’re too valuable for us.”

By now, Alex’s vision was swimming. Mr. Fisk’s smiling face was growing blurrier by the second. The pain had stopped. Instead, there was a numbing sensation spreading throughout his body. He knew he should’ve been worried, but it was difficult to think. All he could do was string together a few words. “Feels… wrong…”

“No, son, it’ll feel good very soon,” cooed Mr. Fisk before pulling Alex in for a kiss. Alex’s limp body trembled and convulsed.

A few minutes passed, and soon he was back on his feet with a smile that matched Mr. Fisk’s. “Thank you so much for the snacks, boss!” said the new blue-eyes Alex as he beamed, chest puffed out with pride.

“Not a problem, Alex. Oh, but you had green eyes, remember? Take care to fix that before anyone gets suspicious. And get back to work! Remember, our main objective can only come to pass once we take over 50% of this company. Actually, hmm… Come to my office. Seems there’s a bit of an issue we need to take care of.”

Alex looked down at the erection that threatened to burst from his slacks. The blue slime that had taken over his body was still new to the human body, so just the very sensation of being able to move such a gigantic creature like this was exhilarating. He blushed and followed Mr. Fisk like a puppy.

“Ahh, argh… oh, being a human is so great…!” Alex said, moaning as Mr. Fisk sucked him off. He sat spread-eagle on Mr. Fisk’s leather chair as his boss, on his knees, went to town on his cock. “L-Let’s spread this joy all over, Mr. Fisk. I’m your—w-woah—I’m your loyal employee! Ah, ahh!” Alex covered his mouth and tried to drown out his moans as he shot his first load as a human all over Mr. Fisk’s face. “J-Just tell me what to do, Mr. Fisk. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Patience, patience,” said Mr. Fisk as he ruffled Alex’s damp hair. “First we have to take over this water treatment plant. All employees need to know the joy of our true form before we can spread further. Now, let’s get back to work.”

“Yes, sir!”

[nknoxe-n]

˚ ༘♡ ┊❛ Paint Me Like One Of Your French Girls ❜┊˚ ⋆｡˚

Nagi lounged lazily on your bed, his fingers idly tapping the controller as you booted up Mario Kart on the PlayStation. The familiar beeps and whirs filled the room, but his mind kept wandering back to the moment he arrived. You’d hastily shoved a notebook into your drawer, a flash of movement that had piqued his curiosity.

You were usually an open book and always said what was on your mind, it was something he liked about you because there was no hassle when it came to figuring out how you felt or if you were keeping secrets from him, not that he'd care anyway. It was odd seeing that nervous look on your face when you'd fumbled to put the notebook away, he'd never seen you so flustered over something so small.

“Ready to lose?” 

Your voice brought Nagi out of his thoughts as you'd picked up a controller as well the plastic casually held in your hands, although you'd decorated your main controller with a few stickers and the joysticks with rubber caps that'd resembled cat paws.

“Hmm,” Nagi replied noncommittally, his eyes drifting to the drawer. He was usually indifferent, content to let things be, but he couldn't help but be kind of nosy.

Time passed quickly as the two of you played game after game, Nagi won most of them, but you'd gotten a few wins against him before there was a game change. The idea of Minecraft was much more relaxing than getting butt hurt over Mario Kart, since Nagi couldn't really 'beat' you in this one.

Nagi glanced over as your stomach groaned, and you got up. “I’m grabbing snacks. Be right back.” You flashed him a quick smile, "Want anything?"

He nodded in response, his eyes drifting up to meet yours, "Uhm can you make me lemon tea...?"

"I'm not brewing you tea Nagi- I'll get you some chips or candies"

Nagi glanced at the door, ensuring you were out of earshot. With a sigh, he hauled himself off the bed. It was a hassle, but he was intrigued. He shuffled over to the drawer, opening it carefully. The notebook was right where you’d left it. He flipped it open, his eyes widening slightly at what he found.

Page after page of sketches, doodles, and notes. But one drawing stood out. It was a detailed sketch of him, capturing his relaxed demeanour perfectly, the kind of precision that spoke of countless hours of observation and care.

His usually indifferent expression softened. He traced the lines of the drawing with his finger, a slightly shocked, look forming on his lips he didn't expect something like this, when had you even drawn this? 

Footsteps approached. You returned, snacks in hand, catching him in the act. “Nagi, what are you doing?”

He held up the notebook, the drawing facing you. “Didn’t know you could draw like this,” he said, his tone as lazy as ever, but his eyes held a hint of warmth and genuine surprise.

Your cheeks flushed a dark red, the tips of your ears dusting with colour, snatching the notebook from his hands with a scoff. “It’s nothing, really- Just something I do when I’m bored.”

Nagi sank back onto the bed, picking up his controller. “It’s something,” he murmured, he didn't need to say much, but you almost seemed expectant when you stared into his dull grey eyes "It's uh... good"

"I know" You huffed before ruffling his hair, it was something Nagi had experienced from Reo countless times, a habit you just happened to pick up, he didn't care of course it would be such a bother to start caring about something so meaningless "You shouldn't snoop through people stuff Nagi"

"Sorry...?"

"Whatever" You'd grinned devilishly, he watched the TV seeing your block character start to hit him with a sword trying to kill him, his reflexes were just a bit faster though. When he finally got into a playing position he started chasing you around critting you out even if he had low HP"

"The kill is fair game now, maybe you can draw me winning this fight"

(Ik you can't play Mario Kart on PlayStation without an emulator or whatever it's called, just pretend it's an AU where you can for my dignity😭)

[writeaboutit]

Veiny Hands? Yes Please

Ellie teaches you how to play her favorite video game

Idk what this is i just wanted to write something so here you go 🤲 also this is very much not beta read so sorry for mistakes i’m dyslexic don’t blame me

You shoved your keys in the lock to your front door sighing with exhaustion. The day was long and you didn’t get enough sleep last night and the only thing you wanted to do right now was snuggle up on the couch with Ellie and take a nap.

Speak of the devil, you find her sitting on the couch playing some war video game when you walk down the entry hallway.

Ellie pauses the game as she hears you come in and gets up to great you, “Hey baby,” she places a kiss to your temple as you set your bag down on the kitchen island, “How was your day?”

You huff in response to her question. You dealt with idiots all day, that’s how it was. You save your frustration though, wanting to let it home now that you are in your peaceful home with your peaceful girlfriend. No sense in tainting your favorite place with the negativity from earlier.

You turn to face her, “It was fine just long and i’m tired. How was yours?” You smile up at her, just the sight of her calming you.

“It was good. Hey how about you go upstairs and change and I’ll make us a snack and then we can chill on the couch, hmm?”

You nod already heading for your bedroom. You needed to get out of these work clothes immediately. And what did you say you wanted: a nap on the couch. Your girlfriend knew you so well.

You change into some leggings and one of Ellie’s tshirts before heading back downstairs where Ellie has made a bowl of popcorn and gotten you a glass of diet Coke, yes your favorite

She’s sitting on the couch scrolling on her phone waiting for you. You hop onto the couch snuggling into her side before she can have time to register that you are even in the room.

“Well hello,” Ellie giggles at your sudden appearance as you throw both you legs over her lap and lean your head on her shoulder.

“Hi,” you press a kiss to her cheek and revel in the fact that she blushes just slightly. You love when you can get her all flustered.

She rolls her eyes at your knowing smirk and asks, “So what do you wanna watch?” She leans for the remote on the coffee table but you stop her with a hand to her chest, “You can keep playing the game I just want to lay here.”

“Baby I don’t mind we can watch something,” She insists.

“I know but I wanna watch you play,” you tell her honestly. It’s kinda hot watching her kick ass in her video games. Not to mention the whole veiny-hands-on-the-controller thing.

“You sure?” Ellie tried to confirm one last time. You laugh and nod returning to your earlier position on her lap.

She leans back placing her arms and hands over your thighs and focuses on one the game.

You’re not sure how much time has passed but she’s played a few rounds by now. You’ve found yourself tensing when the fights happen and growing frustrated right along side Ellie when she dies and has to start the level over.

She’s in the middle of the battle with some giant cyborg dude. She gets in a couple shots and the robot stumbles, “Yeah get him baby!” you cheer sitting up straighter, focus honing in on the tv.

She shoots the guy a couple more times and he falls to his knees before faceplating.

“Fuck yeah baby!” You grab her cheeks and leave a firm kiss on her lips.

She smiles as you pull back, “You’re really getting into it,”

“I don’t know the storyline is just interesting. And that dude was a major ass hole.” you feel shy at the sudden attention on you. You normally don’t care about video games but you haven’t really sat down to watch them either.

Ellie laughs at the blush you know is staining your cheeks if the heat you feel says anything.

“You wanna try,” she holds the emote out to you.

“I don’t know the first thing about playing this game,”

“I’ll teach you. And look,” she turns back to the screen and flips through what looks like some game setting, “There now it’s set to easy so it won’t be has hard when your learning the ropes,” she holds out the remote and you look at it hesitantly, “Come on baby you’ll love it.” Ellie urges.

You sigh and take the controller. You are interested in the story and Ellie loves video games so much it’s just another thing you guys can do together.

“Okay show me what to do,” You settle further into Ellie’s side so she has access to show you each button on the remote.

She points out what each one means and the corresponding shape. Something about L’s and R’s… you’re not really sure but you have a great time nonetheless.

It takes a couple of tries for you to start getting the hang of it but by round three you get a couple of shots on the guys who are supposed to be hunting you. You cheer each time you hit one and Ellie reminds you that they are still coming before you focus back in on playing.

You play for a while, Ellie watching you and giving you advice when needed. You can feel her eyes on you face as you play but you ignore them, that incessant blush creeps back up.

Finally, you hand the controller back to Ellie growing board of playing the same round over and over again, not able to kill the group that is coming at you before they get to you.

“You did good baby,” Ellie praises as she switches the settings back to hard.

“Thanks,” you lean back to place you head on her shoulder once more watching her hands on the remote, this time paying more attention to what buttons she hits.

You do, however, clock the veins running along the top of her hand and her forearms. Who could blame you? After all your girlfriend is hot.

How do we like? This popped into my head a few days ago so I thought what the hell 🤷‍♀️. Anyway if you have any writing prompts or ideas for me let me know because i’m in a writing slump fr! Thanks for reading <3

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

A Spark To Ignite (Bodyguard!141 x Famous!Reader Preferences) Mild NSFW

Summary: You see each other every day. He works to keep you protected - a perk of your job and his. Occasionally feeling moments of passion and promises of something more between you two are only normal, right?

AN: I've got another bodyguard!AU for the 141 that's more angst based. I'll post that later. I've also got a Price x Escort!Reader in the works plus the end of "Star-crossed in the Crosshairs". Let me know if you have any requests/anything you'd rather see first <3

Content warning: Minors DNI, 18+ only, allusions to sexual tension/arousal, second person, no use of Y/N

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Another notification of being tagged in the same paparazzi image hit your notification inbox, yet you still opened it and shared a giddy grin at the Instagram feed.

You hadn’t been fussed about going running; it was the company rather than the activity that attracted you. But one thing you were certain about the sport was that no one ever looked flattering whilst doing it.

Yet there he was, your Kyle, looking like a model for Sports Direct. He was snapped midstride, his biceps practically rippling in the glow of the morning sun. There was even a hint of his lean washboard torso with the flap of his t-shirt’s raised coyly.

However, his dimpled smile aimed was the main focus of the headline – mainly because it was aimed at you and your equally elated expression. You blamed the euphoria of exercised endorphins but the way the photo was framed (plus the gaudy text declaring it so) made it seem as if you and Kyle were a true couple in love. It looked incredibly staged. Kyle was an “unknown” though so most budding theorists did not support any claims of it being a publicity stunt. Just two lovers out on a jaunty little run together.

You saved then added the photo to the folder of photos that captured you out with your bodyguard and the headlines that (sadly) misidentified him as your new boyfriend.

“Hey Kyle!”

Blending some fruits. His duties did not include head chef but you had long since allowed him access to your kitchen, even storing some of his favourites around the cupboards and fridge in case he fancied a snack.

Your phone was thrust up into his eyeline, you beaming behind it, “Another Pulitzer.”

Abandoning his smoothie temporarily, Kyle cupped his hand around yours to steady your swaying phone.

“They need to up their standards. Taking you for a jog is hardly a date you deserve,” He commented.

“Ooo, do tell: what do I deserve?”

“Well,” Kyle began pouring the smoothie into a glass, “I could go classic, take you to out on the town to a special place only I know about.”

You leaned onto your    elbows, chin resting in your palms, cheeks creased in a cheeky smile. “Mm-hmm.”

“Wine you, dine you, treat you like a deity,” Kyle said as if he was listing off menial tasks on his day to day whilst collecting another glass for the remaining smoothie. “Take you back to mine if you fancied it, another drink whilst we talk the night away and time passing without us noticing.” Graciously, he slid the other one across the countertop, and your fingers locked against his warm ones wrapped against the cool glass. “Then work up a sweat in a whole other way.”

Blinking away the glaze that had coated your eyes, you restrained the urge to gulp back your desire. A fresh breath in your lungs recovered you quickly and you managed to conjure a teasing quip amidst the fog that had settled over your thoughts.

“Think you could keep up with me?” You said before sipping the smoothie.

The sweetness of it countered Kyle’s smirking reply: “You and I both know I can more than handle you.”

“Better train harder then,” You said, proud of yourself for not stumbling over your playful banter, “I’m a catch, so you better be fast enough.”

“Jog, same time tomorrow?”

“Sure.” And, not missing in the reflection of the oven door how Kyle – for a split second – looked you up and down, you did your best not to collapse or squeal during your return to the sitting room.

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Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

You leant against the ropes of the new boxing ring with a panting chest and aching legs. Jellied bones dared to let you collapse to the ground but at least, since your self-defence training had begun, you were lasting the full session rather than just after the warm-up.

“I think we’re done for today! Did good, held your own.” Johnny gave you a hearty slap on your back that almost ricocheted you off the ropes. “I’ve still got a few reps to get in.” He leapt out the ring and swigged from his water bottle, tossing you your own.

“Show-off!” You called out after him, though all in good fun, as you caught your bottle and your breath.

Technically, since you didn’t have anything else to do, you could get a head-start on getting cleaned up. You were in the privacy of your own gym, added at your request so that Johnny could train you better and you could do so without being ogled or papped.

Quite hypocritical it was then, that you lingered in the ring to watch Johnny stack up his weights on either side of the bar (the ones you purchased as part of his perks of working for you).

Your day-job came in handy with pretending to do some cooldown stretches, sipping from and pouring your water bottle over yourself. Well, you were actually doing those things but acting as if they were the only things that occupied your thoughts was the main role you were playing. From the corner of your eye, you observed Johnny squatted with a stack of weights lining each shoulder. God, those arms were practically popping, his thighs bulging with the effort of remaining planted on the floor and folding up and down beneath the hefty set. Mesmerising, you forgot to keep up your pretence by the second load of reps.

It left your lips before you could reconsider for the tenth time: “Bet you couldn’t lift me.”

Soap paused in a deep squat and looked up through his lashes at you. Meeting his steely blue gaze was easier than anticipated but maintaining it as he righted himself and rested the weights back on the rack with a restrained grunt was the difficult part.

At first, you thought maybe his silence was his answer. Then Johnny knelt down and assumed the plank position.

“Get on,” He said, loud and clear.

You still doubted him, “Seriously?”

“You made the bet. Now lie in it.”

As elegantly as possible, you dismounted the ring before making your way over to his side. He showed no signs of tiredness during your journey, nor did he when you balanced yourself across his broad back.

“Ok, ready,” You said, your voice close to wobbling.

And so it began. Up and down, you could feel how his body sustained you through both your and his workout gear. His back muscles rippled beneath you and his elbows kissed yours each time he lowered you both to the floor. Out of nowhere, you began giggling and you couldn’t figure out how to put a stop to it. Giddiness flooded your entire system until you were beyond drunk.

Suddenly, your world tilted and you rolled off onto the mat but Johnny refused you any respite, flipping you over onto your back again, like a pancake.

“I win,” He panted, “What’s my prize?”

Still giggling, you felt your cheeks burning at the sight of him hovering over you, his skin glowing, his chest panting. His unrelenting stare had you locked beneath him, barred between his trunk-like arms. If this was your prison, you’d commit any offence to stay in there. God you were so close you could kiss him-

Nope.

“You finish your workout early so you can have a nice hot shower sooner?” You said, covering your mouth to cough and clear your airways of whatever shit you breathed in to make you even consider making out with your bodyguard. You must’ve looked so daft; you blamed the endorphins. Then you blamed Johnny completely as he started to laugh down at you, sending your thighs quaking as he crawled off you and ordered you to get cleaned up – that he’d be in shortly after as a hint to not use all the hot water. As you drifted back to the bathroom, you tried not to think about him in the shower or how you wanted to offer to scrub him down.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Say the word and I’ll have him removed.”

For a man so stoic and intimidating, Simon sure made you smile a lot. You needed it after that… “interesting” conversation with one of the party’s guests – someone who you knew to be a detractor behind your back.

“It’s fine, really,” You insisted with a winning smile.

Casting a glance over your shoulder where your shadow dutifully remained was a reward you would never be exhausted of. Simon looked so good in his tux. Plus he’d humoured you and worn the silk black mask rather than his usual. You were brimming with privilege at seeing his hair styled beyond the flattened fuzz it would take on after being beneath the balaclava for twenty hours at a time. Even more so, you got to see his tattoos pairing nicely with them like a good bottle of wine.

You could hear the smirk hiding beneath his mask. His veined hands clasped firmly in front of him as he leant close, just his mask separating his lips and your ear.

“We could make a break for it. Ditch these twats. Get a drive-thru.”

He knew you never would agree to it; this gala meant a lot to you. Such a tempting offer though, in such a tempting voice too. His rough tone did nothing but delight you when you heard it. Turning to look at him, you took note of the two mere inches between your face and his.

He continued, “You’ve shown your face long enough.”

“Getting jealous of them stealing my attention?” You asked provocatively.

Simon let out a low laugh, shaking his head fondly with just a hint of patronising, “That’s funny, sweetheart.”

“Well, I’m sure there are plenty of people who are dying to still talk to me.” You gestured with the glass he’d gotten (and checked for any malicious interference) for you around at the room, those who would never have the privilege of being a part of your and Simon’s bubble.

“Just as long as you and everyone else knows that I’m the one who takes you home.”

The implications of that statement swelled in your chest, nestling into your heart like a cat in a warm patch of sunlight. Intently, he looked at your face for your reaction. That was the thing with Simon: always observing, recording every flicker, every possibility in that incredible mind of his. You were certain he could see into your soul with those all-seeing eyes. He kept you safe, kept you on your toes, kept you happy.

But the bubble burst before you could hit back and you abruptly checked yourself back into work mode. The person who’d spoken loud enough to bring you back down to Earth didn’t seem to notice your slip up. You, however, were more than acutely aware of Simon’s lingering presence at your side. So close the hairs on your arm extended on goosebumps, coaxing and begging to touch him.

As you were once again left alone, you found yourself stifled by your need to be nearer to Simon and quickly decided the alcohol was to blame. “I need the bathroom.”

“This way.” His hand grazing the small of your back had an impact tripled, but you managed to submit it to travelling through your nose, rather than gasping out your mouth. But you were certain that Simon had caught you. He never missed a thing.

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John "Bravo Six" Price

After shaking hands again with the presenter and declaring a few thanks to the crew, you were guided straight to the dressing room by Price. You took off your own microphone and handed it to him, which he immediately passed to a nervous stagehand. Your name in Arial font on an A4 sheet of paper greeted you from the dressing room door.

Sometimes you needed that extra time to decompress and he knew before you did more often than not. Today was not one of those days, though you did request to stop and pick up the bouquet that had been there to welcome you in when you first arrived. It was so large, your favourites blooming in the dew-dropped cellophane, that you had trouble waving to the folks who’d stuck around at the barrier, Price’s arms keeping you walking and guiding you towards the car.

For your safety, you had to go in the back where the tinted windows offered you a hint of privacy. It was a thorn in your side though. You longed to sit beside Price as he fought playfully with you over the music, grumbled with the directions his phone offered, collected your drive-in order. Then maybe your daydream of being his partner could have a little more to stand on.

A true gentleman as well as your protector, Price walked you up to the house and let you set up your evening meal while he made final checks to secure your house again. Normality for you was hearing him walk around and jiggle door handles and returning only when he was certain none had been tampered with and your cameras were fully functioning.

“Anything else you need from me before I leave for the night?” He asked, standing at ease in front of you.

You gestured to the bouquet you were cradling like a baby, “Thank you for the flowers.”

His brows furrowed for a split second then a sheepish smile smoothed out the lines in his forehead, highlighting his eyes instead.

“You caught me,” He said quietly, sparing a look at the flowers he asked the host to order for you, then back at you.

Squinting mischievously, you asked, “Were you really hiding it?”

“I suppose not.” He let his smile soften and dull. Back to business. Yet you could’ve sworn he glanced at your mouth before he asked, “Anything else you need?”

Your heart yearned to beg him to stay and tell you what else he did behind the scenes without a hint of expecting more, so that you could show him how much you cared in an appropriately equal response. His favourite whiskey perhaps for when he was off duty, or one day doing something together that he wanted to do so it wasn’t just looking after you. It was more than that, the job. He’d told you so. But you didn’t want to just be a job to him.

Quietly, you maintained your decorum, “No, thank you.”

John nodded his head, “Of course.”

It was as he was about to cross the threshold when you started to ask, “Do you-”

Not even three words made it out before Price whipped around, already returning to where he’d stood before. You could feel your lungs struggling under the strain of maintaining steady breathing at the gesture, suspending all the blood in your face (and maybe your groin). It stopped your question in its path, as if it was waiting until Price was listening attentively (he always was for you).

“Yes?” He prompted, his voice soft as if to coax you out of your hideout.

Fidgeting with the bouquet still, you cleared your throat and began again, “Do you want to join me, for dinner?”

Price’s hands, now at his sides, tapped on his thighs thrice before he said, “Two conditions.”

“Name them.”

Perhaps you said that a little too quickly because it made him laugh, which only made things worse for you. You had a real weakness for that laugh.

“You teach me whatever you’re planning on making, and you let me help you make it.”

Your heart accelerated and you dismissed his with a smile and a slight self-deprecating remark to soften the weight of this decision you were both making: “It’s nothing special.”

“Those are my terms,” Price insisted. His eyes creased as a smile grew on his face, more beautiful than the flowers forgotten the second you placed them into the vase. But at least it gave you to excuse to look away and gather your expression into something more collected as you ordered him to go and wash his hands.

[pedge-page]

Discipline

Sub!Joel Miller x Dom F!Reader

Based on @vivian-pascal suggestion because I was craving a lil writing snack drabble.

Warnings: sub Joel, dom reader, masochist / Sadist themes, riding crop, pain, brief ball torture, praising language for Joel, hands free orgasm, premature ejaculation, Choking

18+ ONLY

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"Shhhhhh. You're doing so well."

He swallows a thick wad of spit that had been pooling under his tongue. The chair creaks as he shifts uncomfortably while you drag the riding crop softly over his angry member.

Joel grits his teeth, only barely peeking at the way the leathered end teases his slit before he's leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"I didn't bind you for a reason," you say calmly. He steadies his breathing, focuses on your voice and not the sensation of your touch.

A painful lash strikes his bear chest again unexpectedly, making him yelp. It burns red across his breastbone. Searing into his flesh along with the previous ones whose ebbed sting had only just dulled moments ago.

"What do we say?"

"Th-thank you, Mistress."

He clenches his unbound fists against the arm rests again.

There's physically nothing stopping him from standing up, ripping the riding crop out of your hand and throwing you to the floor, taking his pent up arousal and pain out on you. The only thing that's keeping his naked ass in the chair, cock stiff and weeping between his legs and hands veering on sheer willpower kept to their sides is the desire to make amends.

You had told him numerous times to stop abandoning his patrol partner in favor of wolfing it alone. And today once again he didn't listen, nearly being surprised by a raider group had it not been for Tommy's team being within a 50 yard radius at the time.

He didn't learn when you told him. Didn't listen to you. Didn't understand why you needed him to obey.

And you couldn't explain to him why it'd break you if something were to happen to him.

So instead,

He was going to learn the consequences of his mistakes.

In a different way.

Wack! Another whip, this time right across his nipple.

"AUUghH! Haahh!" Joel groans through watered eyes, gulping away his short breaths. He lurches forward, mouth agape, blinking away his near tears and shaking his head. His cock mocked him. Pulsing in desperation to be touched, to have mercy as a drooly bead of precum gathers at his slit.

"Please," he whines quietly.

"Hmm?" You grip his throat and push him back flush against the chair, staring down at him. "Did you say something?"

He shakes his head quickly, avoiding your eyes in humiliation.

But your fingers pressed around his esophagus tighten threateningly.

"I asked you a question. Did. You. Say. Something. "

"P-p- please" he hums again weakly.

"Please what, baby boy?"

His cock twitches in response. "Mmmmmm. More."

"More?"

He should ask for you to touch his cock. He wants it more than anything. More than water or love, or ice to his sore nipples. But he's learning good because the words that escape him only make you prouder:

"More--hit me more."

You laugh maliciously. The riding crop comes down on his inner thigh, just barely grazing his balls.

Joel shakes in pain and pleasure, eyes rolling back to the whites, teetering on the edge, his body truly unsure what it's supposed to be feeling. You roll the crop over his cock again, up and down the underside, tracing the bulging angry veins while his lips quiver with a smirk, his body tight and tense from your control.

He wants to fist his cock. Wants to to push you down and gag you with his dick, ram into your throat until you're passing out. He wants you to take his balls in your mouth as he pumps himself and spills all over your face in creamy white, marking you, claiming you.

"You have such good manners today," you praise. 

He nods enthusiastically. He USED to want those things, but fuck. He wants to be your good boy even more.

And when you bring the crop down hard right across his balls, he's singing praises through his smiling moans, his cock twitching freely and giving way, shooting  hot ropes of cum into the air, right into his open lips and over the red markings of his chest. His body shakes violently through his delicious yet illegal orgasm.

He's feeling so fucking good now when you tut him in disapproval.

"Looks like you clearly need another lesson in discipline."

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[darling--angst]

Hii! congrats on 100 followers!! May I have Sports, (1), Ranpo, Romantic, maybe reader feels sad/lonely due to not exactly feeling as though she deserves ranpo's love so he confronts her about how she seems blue

Sports

Pairing: Ranpo x Civilian! Reader

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Warnings: kissing

Synopsis: The summer came and it was really stressful for the agency, things went on as usual but Ranpo felt that something was wrong with his lover, and he was right.

A/n: This idea is so cute! I really had fun writing this :)

Event // Ada. Masterlist // M.Masterlist

The hot summer breeze passed through the open windows of the agency and the complaints of the the members are all you can hear.

"Kunikidaa! Can you set the temperature a little lower?" Ranpo complained from his desk, a mini fan just beside his sweating face.

"I'm afraid not Ranpo-kun, we have to spend less since our budget is a little off because there aren't that many requests that have yet been completed" Kunikida continued typing on his laptop despite his hair being completely completely soaked with his sweat.

"Kunikida-kun!! I'm bored!" Dazai's muffled cries was heard from the lounge, his face planted on the couch. He ignored him but stopped when he heard Yosano step out of the infirmary with her machete on hand.

"Do you need something Yosano-sensei?" He asks slowly turning to face her.

"Does anyone want to go to the mall with me? I have to buy some supplies?"

"Maybe I could go with you, after finishing this document.. but may I ask why do you have your machete with you.?" He asked.

"Well before going I'd like to ask someone if they want treatment" She nonchalantly responded. Everyone except Ranpo and Dazai dropped cold sweat her words before ducking as she made a finger like motion on who to chose. Unfortunately for Kunikida, he was on his chair and he ducked last.

"Hmm... Oh! It seems like you really like my treatment Kunikida..." She smirked before walking towards him.

"Wait-! Yosano-sensei! I still have things to do in my schedule! Please!" He screamed as Yosano dragged him inside the infirmary. After that, everyone let out a sigh they have been holding, not minding his screams.

"hmm... I miss (name)-chan.." Ranpo muttered, his right cheek squashed on the table.

The day went on per usual. Kunikida was shining, with drool slipping past his lips as his chin laid on his desk after Yosano operated on him for 7 times. Dazai was slacking off in the couch, sweat pooling on the cushions. Naomi was clinging onto Tanizaki, their body heat and sweat mixing as she clung onto his side. Kenji and Atsushi were out on a mission about an exploding car. Ranpo was on his desk with his mini-fan and snacks, it was a normal day but he suddenly had a feeling that something is wrong, or that something will go wrong.

It was finally time for clock out. He watched as the clock slowly ticked each second until the bell rang. Grabbing his things, he walked passed Kunikida who was closing his laptop, and met Dazai just by the door, throwing in his coat.

"See you tomorrow everyone!" Dazai hummed before completely walking out the Agency. Ranpo didn't even say goodbye to them, he rushed out, only throwing in his hat, he left; earning confusion from many.

"Hmm.. something's wrong with Ranpo-kun.." Tanizaki stated.

"Maybe an emergency? Anyway let's get that cake from last time Jun'ichirō!" Naomi tossed herself into him, getting both of them out of balance. The other agency members didn't mind them and continued to leave with the same thought: "is Ranpo really okay? Did he and (name) argue?"

Ranpo walked on the sidewalk of Yokohama to his and his lover's shared apartment. His heads was filled with thoughts on what may be wrong, and before he knew it, he reached his destination. Opening the door, he stumbles on a table of untouched food, covered by a cloche. He muttered a small "I'm home" before he removed his shoes and hung his coat on the hanger, looking around, he saw no signs of you. He started to panic now, he was about to barge inside the bedroom until he heard your footsteps. You opened the door to see Ranpo with opened and wide eyes.

"Oh hey love welcome home" you tried your best to smile and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Yeah.." It was the only thing he said before he followed you to the dining area. He thought that he was too paranoid but he couldn't help but notice the smudged concealer below your eyes. He never said anything about it, afraid that his suspicious are true, hoping to have something prove him wrong.

The dinner was quiet. The only sounds are the utensils hitting the plate and the small buzzing of the florescent light hanging on the ceiling. You were now cleaning, as you picked up his plate to clean the dishes he stopped you.

"Is something wrong, dear?" He asked you but you only halted from your movements before continuing to put the plate on the sink.

"Yeah, of course! Why would I be not?" You faced him to try smile at him. He stood up and now you were looking at him straight in the eyes.

"You're not." He stated, his hand finding it's way to your cheek, caressing it. You leaned into his hand, feeling his warmth, and you unconsciously smiled before responding:

"I am." You let out a breathless sigh before you flinched as his thumb smudged the concealer beneath your eyes.

"What's this.?" He looked at his thumb and your eyes widened. He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from you.

"it's- it's nothing.!" You slapped his hand away but only then did you realize what you did.

"Your eyes are puffy.. now please tell me what really happened.." He reached for your cheek, wanting to convince you to tell him the truth.

"I... I'm sorry" you ignored his question, more focused on what you did. Hanging your head low, you clenched your fists. Your expression darkened and thoughts ran on your mind: "I'm hurt him... I should've never done that.. now he will leave me! No,nono!". Panicking, your hands trembled and he tried calling your name but you didn't respond.

"Dear.. dear... (name)!" He grabbed you by the shoulder slightly shaking you, snapping you out of your thoughts. Tears unconsciously began to pool up in the corners of your eyes as you looked up and saw him giving you a concerned look on his face.

"Ranpo.?" You muttered and he let out a breathy sigh of relief.

"I know something is wrong.. so please just tell me.?" He confronted you and your breath hitched at his question. "There really is nothing to hide from you, the world's greatest detective—no from Edogawa Ranpo.." you thought to yourself, biting your lower lip.

"Ranpo..." You let out a breathless sigh and he tensed up at your actions.

"Just tell me what's wrong. I'll make sure to fix it.. please" The last part was more like a whisper yet his voice cracked. Your eyes widened at his words and thought: "He really is perfect.. He'll comfort me when I'm upset and he goes out of his way to make sure I feel alright... While I... I do nothing..". Your head hung low once again, biting your lip, and trying to stop the incoming tears that blurred your vision.

"Ranpo.. I love you.. but you deserve someone better.. someone who can solve crimes, who can keep up with your intellect.. and someone who- someone who isn't me" You struggled to say those words but you knew it was the truth. He struggled to find meaning behind your words, his hand never left your shoulder in an attempt to make sure you'll face him.

"Hey.. it doesn't matter that you're job is not related to a detective's work... It never mattered if you can't keep up with my so called intellect—" he said softly, lifting your chin up to look at him, and brushing away the tears that escaped your eyes. You were puzzled with what he's saying but nonetheless, you listened, feeling comfort in him.

"—you're you. And that's what makes me love you. You keep up with my childish antics, you help me understand things I find trivial, and most importantly, because you found a way to love me sincerely.. you saw me as Edogawa Ranpo and not as my title as the World's Greatest Detective" He softly removed a strand of hair from your face, then he gently cupped your cheeks.

"But I-" having tried find your words you tried to speak up but you can't as he already hushed you with a deep and passionate kiss. You closed your eyes tasting a faint taste of sweet candy while feeling butterflies in your stomach. A few seconds passed by before your lips parted, he brushed away some tears that unconsciously left your eyes before leaning his forehead with yours.

"I would be not be the World's Greatest Detective but a fool if I were to let you go" He whispered in your ear before kissing your forehead, cheeks, and the back of your hand in a gentleman-like-manner.

"Now let's go I'm sleepy!" He leaded you to your shared bedroom by the hand.

"But what about the dishes-?" Before you could protest he hushed you by saying:

"The dishes can wait for tomorrow, I can't!" With that you gleefully smiled at him.

That night both of you slept in each other's embrace, cuddling below the blanket, using one another as your personal pillow. You felt warm and secure around Ranpo and he felt the same with you. He doesn't know what he'll do in life without you and you don't know how you will be without him.. You two really are perfect for each other.

A/n: When I was writing this the whole idea was so fluffy and sweet hile my earphones was playing intense violin concertos/op by Tchaikovsky..

[eleonoraalbright]

Baking Partners

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You and Peter bake a cake for Jean's birthday!

You reached out to pull an empty pudding cup laying on the carpet. You tossed it into the trash and made a final check to confirm that it was the last object under your bed. There was a lone pink Snoball tucked away in the corner. Ah ha, that was where you had hidden the tasty treat! 

You placed it in the ‘keep pile’ along with a dozen pencils, a ruler, bobby pins, and a startling number of firecrackers leftover from Independence Day. The small cake would make an excellent post dinner dessert. The quicker you ate it; the less chance Peter would find and eat it himself.

“Hey, babe, can you wrap this for me?” You jumped at the voice and saw the man himself sitting on your bed holding up a stack of VHS tapes. He saw the Snoball and before you could even express your displeasure, he ate it in one bite. “Hmm, I haven’t had one of those in a while. I should get more sometime.”

“Peter!” You swatted his knee with a rolled-up magazine. 

“What did I do?” He moved out of range to avoid being hit again.

You said through gritted teeth, “I was going to eat that later.” You should’ve known better than to save it. Hostess snacks were never hidden from your boyfriend for long.

He offered to steal another one from a nearby convenience store, but you turned him down. You’d retaliate next time he was out and take a whole box of cupcakes from his room. “What do you want? I’m in the middle of cleaning.” 

“I need help wrapping these gifts.” He patted the tapes. “I tried nine times but they come out really sloppy and I keep ripping the paper.”

You shrugged. “Sure. Go get the wrapping paper, tape, and scissors. Oh, and ribbon too.” Peter retrieved them in a trice. He watched in fascination as you meticulously wrapped the presents and curled the ribbon. “Who are these for?”

“Jean, for her birthday tomorrow,” he replied. “She told me once that she hasn’t seen any of the Godzilla movies, so I got her Godzilla: King of Monsters, Godzilla Raids Again, King Kong vs. Godzilla, and Godzilla vs. Mothra! Mothra was kinda hard to find. I had to go to three different–.” 

It took a bit for his words to register. You interrupted in a panicked shriek, “Jean’s birthday’s tomorrow!” You leapt off the floor and dashed to Scott’s room, hoping his girlfriend was not with him. Perhaps Peter was wrong.

His perception of time was skewed and often he mixed up dates. The prior year, he had thought Thanksgiving fell on a Tuesday. You knocked on Scott’s door. He opened it, a toothbrush was hanging from his mouth.

“Is Jean’s birthday tomorrow?”

“Uh, yesh,” he responded through a mouthful of toothpaste. 

“Dammit! I thought it was next week!” Scott went to his bathroom to finish brushing, and you slumped against the wall. What could you get your friend at such short notice?

You could run down to the mall to buy an outfit for her, or give some cold, hard cash. That was unimaginative though. You could resort to free coupons for chores and favors. That seemed cheap and lazy. “What am I gonna get her?”

Scott came back, saying, “Didn’t I tell you? She wants you to bake her a cake.”

You whipped your head around. “No! You failed to mention that!”

“Sorry, that’s what Jean told me. She’s always going on about that strawberry cake you made for Hank’s birthday. She wants you to make another one like that.”

“Okay. I can do that.” The wave of anxiety passed, replaced with nervousness that came whenever you baked for a special occasion. “I’ll bake it today and frost it tomorrow morning.”

“Will you need a taste tester to make sure it’s up to scratch?” Peter asked, appearing by Scott.

“No, remember how many strudels you ate when you said you were only having a nibble.” You went to your bedroom to put on your shoes. “But you can accompany me to the store if you want.”

“First of all, it was only sixteen strudels. I was retraining myself. Second, just give me a list and I’ll get everything for you. The sooner you make that cake the better.” He licked his lips in anticipation.

You grabbed your wallet and stuffed it into your pocket. “Last time I sent you on an errand on your own, you came back with ninety-six chocolate muffins and twelve liters of Dr Pepper, not to mention that random beta fish.” 

“He looked so lonely in that little cup! What did you expect me to do? Besides, why have carrots and bread when there’s bakery fresh chocolate muffins!”

“You’re proving my point. Now do I have to drive to the store or are you gonna take me over there?” In response to the question, he sped you to the local Walmart. “Eh, thanks.” You wandered among the produce section, pushing a shopping cart Peter provided.

“Let’s see, we need strawberries of course.” You picked up a container of them. “Do these look fresh?” You looked to your right to see he was no longer there. Great, how were you going to return home? 

That would be a problem for later, now your attention was needed at the task at hand. You needed strawberries, sour cream, and granulated sugar for the actual cake.

For the frosting, you needed unsalted butter, cream cheese, and vanilla extract. The rest of the ingredients were at the mansion. You maneuvered through the aisles, searching for the sugar, then spotted the cookies and chips in the buggy. “Peter!” 

He zoomed next to you. “They’re part of a healthy diet!”

“Put them back!” You shouted, “And no stealing! You know what Xavier said!” An elderly woman glared at you. Offering her a strained smile, you moved on to the dairy section. The sour cream, unsalted butter, and cream cheese were taken from the shelves and set inside the cart. Peter reappeared, carrying three boxes of Lego sets. He gave you puppy dog eyes. 

“C’mon, look how cool they are. This one’s called the Space Supply Station, this one's called Beta-1 Command Base, and this is a King Castle set!” As he named each one, he built them in milliseconds. He grinned, proud of completing them so fast. He ran off and came back in a blink of an eye. 

“They’re on your dresser, aren’t they?”

“Yep!”

You sighed, admitting defeat when it came to Peter giving up his kleptomania. He took your hand and made an effort to stay by your side for the remainder of the trip. All that was left was the vanilla extract. You got the small bottle and walked to the check out. A line was at every cashier. Peter coaxed, “We could skip this, ya know.” 

You shook your head and booped his nose. He tapped his foot repeatedly, creating an impression on the tile. He put the items on the conveyor belt while you handed your credit card to the employee. Unbeknownst to you, Peter left for the transaction. 

“Ready?” You asked, collecting the bags.

You heard the cashier gasp, “Oh my gosh!” She pointed behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and were flabbergasted at a ten-foot-tall statue of the Eiffel Tower composed of toilet paper.

You exclaimed, “Peter!” 

He zipped behind you, holding your neck and waist. “Okay, we should probably go now.” In a blur of colors, you arrived at the mansion.

You stared at him, dumbfounded at his lunacy. “I can’t take you anywhere, can I?”

He kissed the top of your head. “Technically, I took you there, and you behaved well enough for the both of us.” He used his powers to get the other ingredients for the cake and put on matching aprons embroidered with Kiss the Cook all in mere moments. “What’s the first step, boss?”     

“Well, we have to puree the strawberries.” You rinsed and hulled the strawberries before pureeing them in a blender. The fruit had to simmer on the stove for twenty minutes and would have to cool for longer, which caused Peter to complain.

“Don’t worry, while that’s heating, we can still make the cake. I need you to get two round cake pans, line them with parchment paper, and grease them.” You turned your back to preheat the oven. 

“Like this?” Peter held out the two pans with the greased parchment paper. 

“Yeah, good job.” He smiled at your compliment. You always forgot how handy it was to have Peter in the kitchen, that was if he paid attention to what he was doing and not get distracted. The flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt were all whisked together. An electric mixer was not needed as Peter wanted to stir and could do it quite fast. 

You did remind him not to do it at full power lest the contents of the bowl went flying. Next, he mixed the butter and sugar until they were smooth. The egg whites, sour cream, vanilla extract, and sugar were added. You said, “Go slower.” He gave a ‘have you lost your mind look’, and you explained, “I’ll pour the milk but you have to go slower because we don’t want to over mix it.”

“Gotcha, we don’t want to mix the stuff we’re mixing together,” he quipped.

Ignoring him, you let out a long sigh. “Get the puree.” You took over the whisking from here to ensure it was the proper consistency, and scraped the batter into the pans with a spatula. The timer was set for twenty-five minutes.

You and Peter tidied up the kitchen in the meantime and ate some pizza afterwards. The timer beeped, signaling the cake was done. You pulled the pans out of the oven and inserted a toothpick in them which came out clean. 

“Hmm, that smells good.” He came closer, the hunger plain in his eyes.

“Don't get any funny ideas.” You shook your index finger at him.

“Aw, c’mon. It’s not for my sake.” You raised an eyebrow in skepticism. “It’s for Jean, we don’t want to give her a bad tasting cake.”

“Don’t insult my cake, Peter! If any part of you thought it was bad then you wouldn’t volunteer. I’ll let you have the excess I cut off when I frost it tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, for now let’s play Ms Pac-Man. We deserve to.” You dragged him to his bedroom to enjoy what was left of the evening in sweet solitude. 

It was four o’clock in the morning. Scared of being caught, you made your way to the kitchen without the use of a flashlight. You paid the price of stubbed toes, bumping into unexpected corners until you reached it.

You fumbled to find the light switch and at last flicked it in the on position. You gasped at what you found. Peter was sitting on the counter with a grim expression holding a bag of confectioners’ sugar. 

“What are you doing up this early?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, sensing the tension in the air. 

“I never went to sleep.” He tossed the bag which you caught. “I knew you were lying to me! I’ll make it tomorrow,” he repeated in a bad imitation of your voice. “You wanted to make it without me! Ugh, you sit on a throne of lies!”

Well now he was being dramatic. As you explained your defense, you brought out the freeze-dried strawberries, cream cheese, milk, and vanilla. “I wasn’t lying, for yesterday, today would be tomorrow. I never specified exactly when I’d make it though.” 

Peter wasn’t listening. “You have a royal court that lies too! And a jester that lies while he’s dancing, and for food you drink peacock soup that whispers lies in your ear for you to say! All in a great, big lying kingdom!”

You can’t help the grin spreading across your face. “Peacock soup?”

“You know what I mean!”

“No, actually I don’t.” You walked over to Peter who was sulking at the table after his outburst. You rubbed his shoulders and said in a soothing voice, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but I do have a reason not to tell you. Remember that red velvet cake Jubilee and I made? And what she did when you ate all the frosting?” Your grip on his shoulders tightened. 

Peter winced at the memory. Dodging Jubilee’s constant firework attacks was an exercise he was not eager to go through again. “I just... Ijustreallylikebakingwithyouandit’soneofmyfavoritethingstodowithyouandIwantedtohelpwiththefrosting.”

You sat next to him. “Excuse me?” 

Peter took a deep breath. “I like baking with you, it’s fun.” Your heart melted at the adoring look he gave you. 

You extended your hand and helped him up. “Fine, we’ll make it together but–” You jabbed him in the chest to emphasize your point. “–if you eat so much as a teaspoon of it, you’re banned from baking. Capeesh?”

“Capeesh! So, whadda we do?” He shouted. You shushed him to lower his voice to avoid waking the sleeping inhabitants of the school. It would be futile, however, because noise was inevitable as the food processor was necessary for the task.

The freeze-dried strawberries were blended into powdery crumbs. The cream cheese and butter were beaten, confectioners’ sugar, strawberry crumbs, milk and vanilla were added. The result was a beautiful pink-colored frosting. 

You retrieved a knife and sliced the tops of the cakes to even them out. A dollop of frosting was spread on the bottom cake and you placed the second cake on the first one.

You covered them in strawberry frosting and decorated and piped rosettes along the edge for decorations. Finished, you stood back to admire your handiwork. It was the best cake you had made yet. 

“Looks delicious.” Peter wrapped an arm around you and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“It does, doesn’t it?” You agreed, leaning against him. The sun was rising in the East, and you swayed a little on your feet from the tiredness overcoming your body. You reached a spoon into the bowl, swiping what was left of the frosting and held it out to Peter. “Here, you earned it.”

His eyes lit up as he licked it off. “Mmm, I can’t wait till Jean cuts it.”

“You can and will. It's her birthday, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah, but for my birthday I want ten of these.”

You blanched at the prospect of having to bake that number of cakes, nevertheless you replied, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Much to Peter’s annoyance, the cake cutting happened in the late evening. Streamers and balloons hung from the ceiling of the parlor room and presents adorned the table with the birthday cake as the crowning jewel in the center of the table. Jean at the head with her friends surrounding her. 

Eyeing her numerous wrapped boxes and stuffed bags, she asked, “Should I open them up first or cut th–”

“The cake! Do the cake first!” Peter appeared by her side with a knife in hand. “C’mon ya know ya want to.”

Scott interjected to tell Peter to shut up and let Jean make the decision. To prevent an argument from arising between the two men, she did both at the same time.

She unwrapped Kurt's gift while telekinetically cutting the cake with perfect precision. Without wasting another second, Peter brought two plates of cakes to the sofa. He gave one to you and ate his own piece as if he hadn’t eaten in a month. 

Soon he was on his third slice. “It’s so good!” The others chimed their agreement. 

From across the room, Ororo asked, “You made this from scratch?” 

Peter answered before you could open your mouth. “I basically did everything. She did a little towards the end but it was mostly all me.”

You jabbed him in the stomach with your elbow. “It was a collaborative effort.”

You smiled at the deserved praise, but frowned when Peter was on his fifth slice. If he kept up this rate, he would finish the cake before the party ended. Scott noticed this as well. “Hey, Maximoff, slow down. The rest of us would like to have more too.” 

You agreed, “He’s right, Peter.”

“I can’t help myself,” he whined. 

This problem had to be resolved. You helped a confused Peter up who questioned where you two were going. “You love my baking right.” He nodded his head in assent. “But Twinkies are still better?” This was a sensitive topic to bring up. 

No matter how fantastic your creation was, it still took second place to Peter’s love of Twinkies. You had made it your life’s mission to accomplish the impossible and make him admit your desserts were superior. “Well, buster, I have a new quadruple chocolate cake that’ll make you see differently.” 

Peter’s eyes widened in excitement. “Quadruple!” 

“That’s right, wanna try it?” Suffice to say, his interest peaked. The night was spent in the kitchen again with Peter as your baking partner.

[avionvadion]

...Fair enough, upsetting though it is. T_T I just wanna give him all the nice things, darn it. I'm just gonna headcanon that the farmer brushes all the leaves off of his statue in the fall. Gotta keep him clean and pristine throughout the seasons so his statue doesn't waste away! Caldarus only deserves the best.

DOZY IS THE GOODEST OF BOYS, YES. ONE DAY, CALDARUS. ONE DAY YOU SHALL MEET THE GOODEST BOY. ONCE THE GAME IS OUT OF EARLY ACCESS, OR... BEFOREHAND, HOPEFULLY.

Balor... daw, shucks... *looks at Balor, looks to Ryis, looks to Eiland* I love them all so much T_T

But, nay! CALDARUS!!!!!

Also can we please talk about how much Reina and Ryis SLAY in their outfits???? Like, yes, Juniper's gorgeous and her outfits are amazing, but also Reina and Ryis. Ya'll are sleeping on these two. THEY LOOK SO PRETTY IN EVERY SEASON. I think these are my favorites outfits of theirs so far.

Also, Reina, sweetie, you better tell me about all the gossip because I am HERE for this tea. Better yet, let's invite Celine. We can all chat about this juicy love triangle over snacks and tea.

I need to take a screenshot of Caldarus' little cozy orchard picnic place during the daytime, but... yeeeee! I was trying to put everything in place before two am, lol. Also it's nearly five am irl and I need to pass out. This game is so fun. I've got a little over 31 hours in it so far and I still haven't finished the mines or the in-game year.

I'm currently on the inn expansion quest...

Also, I just got to my birthday in the game, and only Balor and Eiland sent me birthday mail T_T I guess you have to have four hearts to receive presents and stuff. But also YAY, my farmer has friends!!!! Granted it's only two of them that have four hearts, Celine and Reina are only at two while Ryis is at three, but!!! My farmer has friends!!!! Or, rather, I guess Balor and Eiland are the besties???

Hmm... makes sense.

[krav3nn]

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Bill Kaulitz X GN!Reader

Warnings: HELLA PRAISE!! SLIGHT smut, pretty much just fluff, aftercare with bill

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Bills thrust inside you stop as you and bill breathe heavily. His forehead rests on yours as he rests some of his body weight on top of you. “Hmm you okay baby? You hurting anywhere?” Bill says, opening his eyes and looking at you with adoration. You were so cute to him. His pretty baby.

You hum and just snuggle into his chest. Bill laughs, “okay baby, let’s get you cleaned up.” Bill says, picking you up softly. “You moan, your sore body hurting a bit from getting picked up all the sudden. “Shhh I know baby, I know” bill says, still holding your fragile body and walking into the bathroom. Setting you down on the counter and running the shower. After bill concludes the water is the perfect temperature he walks back to you. “Come on Meine Engel (my angel)” bill says with a toothy grin. You smile back at him as he grabs your hand and leads you to the shower.

You feel the warm water hit your back and sigh in content. Bill leans in to hug your body and just hold you. He loves you to much for his own good. Not that he’s complaining though. “So proud of you baby. Did so well f’me” bill says kissing your forehead softly. “Can I wash your hair schnucki (sweetie pie)” you look up at bill with a soft smile, and nod your head. Bill kisses your head again and leans over to get the shampoo and conditioner.

Once he’s finished washing your hair. He washes your body as well. Just worshiping your body. You thank bill, and softly ask, “can I wash your hair too billy?” Bills heart melted at this. You were so adorable to him. “Of course baby.” Bill says handing you the shampoo and conditioner bottles. Washing his soft black hair with white streaks in it, bill sighs in content and leans his head on your shoulder, kissing it softly.

After finishing washing his hair and just loving on each other. Y’all walk out of the shower together, bill grabs a towel for you and him. Wrapping the towel around your body and spinning you around playfully before picking you up and running to y’all’s room. “Bill!!! Stop!!” You say with a giggle, holding onto your pretty boy. Bill sets you down softly onto the bed. And rushes to get dressed into pajamas, (which is just shorts) hurrying to get back to you, also bringing you back some of his clothes to change into.

He comes back, with one of his shirts and boxers in hand. “Can you dress yourself or do you want me to dress you leibe?” Bill says, rubbing your thighs comfortingly. “Mmh can you dress me billy?” You say, your body is tired and worn out. Bill dresses you and goes to the kitchen to get you some water and a snack. Your body definitely needed it. Bill comes back with a snack and water.

After eating and drinking water. Bill lays next to you, messaging your body and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you snuggle up to bills chest. “Mh you did so so good for me Engel!” Bill says, grabbing your face softly, kissing all over your face playfully. You giggle and smile wildly. “I love you bill. Your my favorite person.” You say kissing his lips and snuggling into his chest. Bill smiles and kisses your head, holding you tighter. “I love you more baby.” Bill rubs your back and hums your favorite song, just admiring your beauty. “Goodnight meine leibling…”

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okay it’s 10:30 am and I haven’t slept yet so… I’m gonna go pass out now. I LOVE YOU GUYS

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[toxicstarboy]

Crazy Killer 💋

Killer/yandere! Idol! Bangchan x Male! Reader

Summary: a crazy killer is going around South Korea. They kill anyone who has had any interaction with a certain lover to a famous idol. Unknowingly, the killer being the closest person to his boyfriend, Bangchan himself. The only question you can ask yourself is, ‘do you forgive him?’ Unexpectedly, you do more than forgive him.

Warnings: murder, kidnapping, yandere tendencies, violence, manipulation, and MANIC READER. Let me know if I missed anything.

The younger of the two eats the fruits off his plate. M/n chews slowly. His eyes staying on his plate. He tried not to look too flustered at the stares of Bangchan who sat across from him. His eyes stared intensely on M/n with a look of love and affection.

M/n finds himself looking up and him and smiling. “What? Do I have something on my face?” M/n questions as he playfully wipes his face. He knew there was nothing on his face, but he couldn’t help teasing Bangchan. Bangchan chuckles deeply and shakes his head.

“No, you don’t actually. You’re just..really beautiful darling.” Bangchan admits confidently. His lips in a form of a smirk. M/n scoffs playfully and rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah. I’m pretty. I know that already.” M/n jokes,“Tell me something I don’t know.” His hands reaching over and holding Bangchan’s.

Bangchan laughs and kisses the back of M/n’s hands. “Fine. You’re absolutely drop dead wrong about everything.” Bangchan teases him. Bangchan knew about M/n’s huge annoyance being called wrong. He was too stubborn for that.

M/n stares at him in shock before he starts to laugh, “you are so mean.” He looks into Bangchan’s eyes before he leans forward and kisses him. “But..I love you, so I have to deal with your bullshit.” The (brunette, black, red, etc.) haired boy speaks against Bangchan’s lips.

Just as M/n was about to go back to kissing Bangchan’s plump lips. A bang sounds through their house. “Hmm? What was that?” He looks around. Bangchan clenched his jaw as he watched M/n look around. “I don’t know. But it’s most likely nothing darling.” Bangchan squeezes his hands comfortingly.

M/n nods, “you’re right. I’m gonna use the bathroom before we watch our movies yeah?” He says as he stands up and walks away to the bathroom. Bangchan watches him silently until he was out of sight. Bangchan rushes down to the basement and pulls open the secret chamber.

“What the fuck did I say about making noise when my husband is home?” Bangchan snaps. He knew M/n wasn’t his husband, yet, but it doesn’t mean he won’t say it. Bangchan stares at the woman on the ground who was sobbing with the rag in her mouth. “You bitch. First, you insult and degrade my husband, which is MY job. Second, you can’t stay still or quiet. What else do I need to do to teach you a lesson.”

Bangchan watches as she stares at him pleasingly. He already cut off her hand, but if he needs to go further. He will. He never cared for anyone but his boyfriend, husband, his everything. He walks over before he kicks her across the face. Her sobs immediately stopping as she passes out. Bangchan scoffs before he turns and leaves. He locks the chamber door quickly before he races upstairs.

He sighs in relief when he doesn’t see M/n. He didn’t ever want M/n to find out about his secret. Bangchan wanted him and he didn’t know how his lover would react. He hurries and cleans up their plates and mess. He grabs snacks and a bag of chocolate covered popcorn.

He walks into the living room sitting on the couch. Bangchan grabs the remote and clicks the first movie, stopping it before it can start. He waits patiently for M/n. He looks down and sees a slight mark of blood on his shoe. ‘Fuck. I need to take these off and wash them. ‘

Bangchan didn’t even know why he kept his shoes on. M/n and him never kept their shoes on. He quickly takes them off and walks to the kitchen. He grabs a rag, soaking it with warm water before he expertly washes the blood off. He sets his shoes down by the front door.

He sits back down and smiles widely at his boyfriend when he walks in. “Hey, you spent a while in there..” Bangchan whispers. His smile showing concern, but his eyes showing a fake look. ‘Why the hell was he gone for so long? He doesn’t need to be away from me so long. I should tell him.’

Bangchan clears his throat as his leg begins to bounce up and down. “You don’t need to be gone that long, and if you are going to, you could warn me.” His words dark. M/n stares at him confused and chuckles nervously, “I’m sorry, I just got stuck watching videos on my phone. You know how I am..” he said.

Bangchan nods, “It’s fine. I’ll just go with you next time.” He whispers. He sighs and lays back into the couch. He looks at M/n again with a new look on his face. A warm look, comforting even. He sets the snacks down and opens his arms.

M/n smiles and immediately sits with him. His body automatically leaning close to his lover. He kisses him softly before he turns to the TV. Bangchan, who caught on, quickly starts the movie.

M/n open his eyes after closing them for a couple minutes. He looks up and sees Bangchan sleeping. He smiles and kisses his cheek. He slowly gets off his chest and body. When he finishes standing up he places the blanket back over his boyfriend. He grabs all of the trash. He goes to the trash can, trying to throw them away as soon as possible.

He wanted to go back to Bangchan and sleep in his arms. He stood in place when the sound of the same bang from earlier went through the house again. He looks around before he looks at the basement. He stares at the door cautiously and suspiciously. He was always scared of their basement, that’s why Bangchan said for him to stay away from it.

M/n gulps the saliva in his mouth before he walks to the basement door. He opens it before he walks down the stairs. He looks around the room, his eyes not missing one spot. He sighs in relief when he finds nothing suspicious.

But his relief is cut short when another bang comes from within the house. But it was immediately evident it was somewhere in the basement, maybe even near it. He whimpers softly as he looks around again. He doesn’t see anything before his eyes linger on the moved bookshelf.

A door? Since when have they had that? M/n’s breathing picks up as he walks closer to the door. Once he touches the handle a voice behind him stops his movements, “What are you doing?” M/n having to hold himself from flinching at the sound of Bangchan’s voice.

“B..baby?” M/n turns to him and smiles in comfort, “sorry, I heard another bang, like the one from earlier. It scared me, so I came down here. Since when did we have another door in here?” M/n questions as he turns to the door behind him.

Bangchan watches him with a look of numbness and anger. “I thought we both agreed you wouldn’t come near the basement, let alone in it.” His stare growing darker and harder. M/n turns to him and shrugs, “I..don’t know. Aren’t you curious what the noise is?” M/n asks.

Bangchan hums. It seemed he was in deep thought to M/n. And the truth is he was. ‘Should I just let him go in? I mean what’s it gonna do to let him see what I do in my spare time? I’ll just slowly make him fall in love with me again. Maybe even force him to stay, oh who am I kidding. I already plan on it.’

Bangchan smiles at M/n, “Fine. Let’s go inside.” M/n smiles back nervously, “can you maybe open the door? I..I’m kind of scared.” M/n mumbles. Bangchan steps forward and kisses M/n quickly before he moves him aside. He looks at M/n before he opens the door. The sound of the door sliding making the sound of shuffling quiet down.

Bangchan stares at M/n uncertain but half sane. He knew that M/n was staying whether he said no or not. He lets M/n step in before he steps in after him and shuts the door behind them. He watches as M/n stares at the woman on the floor. Her eyes puffy and red from crying.

Hell, it looked like she never stopped. “So? Is that what you wanted to see?” Bangchan asks. M/n keeps his gaze forward. He didn’t know what to do. ‘Why..why would Bangchan do this? I..don’t know how to feel. Should I feel mad? Sad? Scared? I kind of feel..turned on. He went insane because of me. Am I really that special?’

M/n turns to bangchan, but his eyes remain on the floor. “Di..Did you do this for me?” He licks his lips. Bangchan laughs, “of course I did. She was such a bitch to you. You don’t deserve that darling. Please, just see it from my point of view. Would you just let someone fuck with me? No. Just like how I will never let that happen to you while I’m around and alive.”

M/n opens his mouth to respond but he didn’t get the chance to as the woman behind them starts to squirm and sob again. He turns to her as she stares at him begging with her eyes and muffled words. Bangchan smirks as he grabs a knife near them. “You should prove yourself to me. That you love me as much as I love you, darling.”

The younger boy swallows nothing as he sees how Bangchan steps closer to him with the large knife. He..He couldn’t. He would never..no. “I..I don’t-” he gets cut off by Bangchan clenching his jaw with his larger hands. “Do you not love me? I mean, I did everything for you. I killed, I paid, I cooked, and I fucked the loving shit out of you. This is what I get?”

M/n whimpers at Bangchan’s intense words. Especially the idea of how much Bangchan has done for him, how he killed for him, paid for everything, cooked for him. And the fact Bangchan brought up their intense sex life, made him even hornier than before. M/n shakily lets out a breath before he grabs the knife. He wanted to prove himself. He needed to.

He hears Bangchan chuckles deeply, “good boy.” M/n looks at the woman before he gets on his knees near her. He watches as she stares terrified at him. But from the way she looked between the two made it seem like she was terrified FOR him. He raises his arm hesitantly and starts to stab her. A smile slowly making its way onto his face. He never felt so excited, yet dangerous before.

Bangchan laughs slightly at the sight, “that’s enough darling.” When he sees how intense M/n was getting. He didn’t need him getting any messier, not when he was planning to make the most mess out of him. He was gonna reward M/n good.

(Another bloody Bangchan pic)

Part 2 w/ smut or nah? I think I might just make a whole thing with Strya kids as killers while I write the other chapters of Kiss My Wounds. Would yall like that? If so can yall give request if the next one, thanks!

[fluentmoviequoter]

Not an official ask I guess??? More of a "this video is cute and thought it'd be funny of it was Tim or Deac and if you wanted to write something that would be cool" kind of sharing thing 😂😂

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C7zvMYKvsOf/?igsh=aXRqa2s3dmVtbWNk

Edit* I just saw the video of Noah and Lori where he says "not to invalidate your feelings.." and I freaking love them 😂

The video is so cute! I can't pick between Tim and Deacon, it's physically impossible, so have two tiny blurbs! (I should've remembered who it was but when I shared that line their names just evaporated from my mind. "Not to invalidate your feelings but you look fantastic" is still the best thing I've seen/heard in a while.) Thanks for sharing and being the awesome person you are!🫶🏼

Blurbs for Deacon Kay and Tim Bradford below!! 0.9k+ words, fluff.

Deacon Kay

“Hmm,” you hum, glancing over the top of your book at Deacon.

He looks up quickly, just as you expected he would.

“Hmm?” he repeats. “What’s that for?”

You drop your gaze and murmur, “Hmm” again.

“What’s that hmm?” Deacon inquires, a smile growing as he lays his hand on your lower leg. “Do it again?”

You make the same noise but press your lips together to hide your amusement. Deacon is great, you love him more than anything else in the world, but you sometimes forget how funny he can be. After being away from him for nearly a week while he worked on a case, you’re glad to be beside him again.

“What are your thoughts right now? Let’s see.” Deacon licks his lips as he looks at you. “The sun’s out, you’ve got a book to read, I’m finally home. What’s missing?”

When his smile reappears, you raise your brows. He can read you easier than you can read the book in your lap. Your noise wasn’t meant to become a quiz, but Deacon seems to be enjoying the charade of figuring you out, and you enjoy anything that involves being near Deacon.

“Let me hear it one more time, sweetheart,” he asks, rubbing his thumb across your calf.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm,” Deacon imitates. “From years of loving you, what I’m hearing is that you want a snack. You’ve been reading too long and now you need a treat break. Is that maybe what’s making you hmm?”

“Well,” you begin. “I’ve got a book and a handsome man beside me.”

“Right. What am I even doing here?” Deacon hooks his hands around your ankles and pulls you closer as he says, “Let’s go.”

You laugh at his attention and choice of transportation. As you sit up after his comfortable manhandling, you lean toward him.

“You know me too well,” you say.

“It’s my job,” Deacon replies. “Got the job title to prove it. And the award for best husband of the… ever.” He raises his left hand and points to his ring to reiterate his point.

“Hmm,” you hum in reply to his joke.

“Oh, no, not again. We’ll get you a snack and then you can sing my praises, all right?”

You prepare to hum again, but Deacon pulls your legs over his and stands, lifting in a bridal carry. He walks toward the kitchen, and you laugh in his arms. Humming was the best unconscious decision you’ve made since you first made eye contact with Deacon.

“I missed you,” you say as you wrap your arm over his shoulders.

Deacon hums, and you laugh in his arms before you ask, “What’s that hmm?”

Tim Bradford

Tim isn’t always the most attentive guy in the world. You get it, you understand that he’s got a lot on his mind at all times, and sometimes he just needs to tune things out and relax. Because he disappears into his own mind often, especially in his own house, you’ve grown comfortable making noise and talking to yourself under your breath. He usually doesn’t notice or acknowledge you, and if he does, he just passes you whatever you need. His sixth sense about your needs and wants was unsettling at first, but now you see it as a tangible example that Tim cares. However odd his way of showing it may be.

Tim’s arm is wrapped comfortingly around your shoulders as he sits beside you. Leaning against his side, you’re in your little world as you browse recipes on your phone. Tim has been busy at work, and you want to make him a home-cooked meal tonight.

You hum hopefully as you click a link to open a potential winner. Tim’s hand loosens on your arm, then tightens again. Your second hum, when you see another recipe link on the website, gets a different response.

“Do you need something?” Tim asks.

You hum, more of a negative mm than a real sound. Tim imitates your sound and shakes his head.

“Low tones and short, that’s not good,” Tim responds. “Can I hear the first one again?”

You turn your head toward his shoulder and draw your brows together as you look at him.

“The first noise you made. Do it again.”

You comply, though you’re unsure about why Tim is asking you to repeat your reactive noises.

“Interesting, interesting. I’m hearing some excitement, right?” Tim taps your shoulder as he thinks. “If all of my experience as a husband has taught me-“

“To Isabel?”

“Shh,” Tim interrupts. “In my experience as your husband, I’ve learned that your little hmm like that, with the extra high note at the end, is excitement. What’d you find?”

“You,” you flirt with a smile.

“Cute,” Tim murmurs. He kisses your forehead and then asks, “Did Lucy send you another video of animals hugging other animals?”

“No, I found something I want to make you.”

Tim moves his arm away from you quickly. “Then go!”

You laugh but stand anyway. Tim grabs your hand and pulls you back down beside him. He hovers above you, and you’re prepared for a kiss when he speaks again.

“Can I help?” he asks.

“Mmhmm,” you answer.

Tim rolls his eyes and kisses you. When you hum into the kiss, he does exactly what you want and turns so that you’re flush against his chest. His heart beats in time with yours, and there are no more jokes about your humming. Until you start cooking together, at least.