#i used to be a good sight reader & i couldn’t do that anymore with ease for sure

[mildmayfoxe]

this whole weekend i keep thinking of that nightmare i had a few weeks ago where i had to play in front of a crowd and i went into the hallway to practice and could only get like croaking death throes from the trumpet and i know if someone handed me one right now and sheet music from something i basically knew i could play it probably pretty ok but it’s still scary. like what if i actually couldn’t get a single note outta that thang

[velvrei]

pls wirte a smut where logan degrades the shit out of reader and then he feels mad and start saying sorry and saying he didn’t mean it

logan degrading you then feeling bad (18+)

he was fucking you so good. his cock was slipping in and out of you, he was watching the filthy sight and it was making him even hornier.

he growled as he pounded into you, “so fucking needy, my little slut, huh?” he smiled up at you, watching your desperate face as you came down from your high.

you whined, tears falling form your eyes, and logan noticed that, his mean demeanor immediately washing away. he stopped his thrusts, pulling out and looking up at you, becoming worried.

“what’s wrong, sweet girl?” he says, brushing hair out of your face. he didn’t even care about his orgasm anymore, he only cared for you.

“i just…” you waited there for a second, under him, looking up at him with tired and watery eyes. you were trying to find the words to describe your feelings to him.

he watched as you looked down, avoiding eye contact from him. “was i being too mean?”

you sniffled and couldn’t help but nod, looking up at him with big deer eyes and blinking so your tears fell out of your eyes.

a wave of guilt washed over him as he realized he lost control a bit of his words. “fuck, i’m so sorry, princess. i’m so sorry.”

you gave him a light smile, appreciating his apologies. “baby it’s okay. usually i’m really into it. today i just- i don’t know.”

logan sighed. he hated seeing his woman in distress like this, especially because of him.

“look, baby, i’m so sorry. we can refrain from any of that okay, what do you want to do? we can stop and just watch a movie, or just cuddle and talk, or whatever you want okay?”

logan’s sweet words eased your nerves, you smiled up at him, appreciating how understanding he was being. you nodded, “can we just cuddle and talk?”

he nodded with you, holding your hand as he used his other to slip on his boxers. he grabbed one of his shirts and gave to you, slipping it over your body for you.

the two of you got under the covers and he pulled your body close to his. “this okay?” when you nodded, some of his guilt washed away, but he still felt terrible.

“is there anything else i can do for you? i’m really sorry. you know i don’t mean any of that when i say it, right?” you nodded, looking up at him, your eyes still big. the same eyes that shot bullets through his soul, making his guilt come back.

he saw the tears that formed in your eyes, beginning to feel horrible again. you sniffled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “i know that now, yeah. i still love you baby. i know you feel bad. it’s okay. i promise.”

logan nods, your words easing him a little, but he still couldn’t get that little voice in the back of his head to stop telling him he fucked up.

he wiped away your tears from your face with his thumb, kissing your stained cheeks. “i’m so sorry. so sorry.” he repeats.

his chin resting on your head as he held you close, arms wrapped around your body as a way to comfort you. he runs a soft hand down your back, gently letting his nails run along it as a way to comfort you and calm you down. he held you close, worried that something would happen if he let go.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Ohh I got soooo many ideas, like CV reader got kidnapped by black mask (I think it's red hood nemesis, am not that deep in DC comics but I know the basics) so he could have a deal or take information out of red hood using CV reader. And when Jason found out about it he was pissed but when he got there the bad guys already down because CV reader took them down.

P.s I don't mind if you use this as a reference to make a headcanon or story on contrary i would love to read it, but it's up to you!!

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tw/cw: yandere, jason being horny/implied noncon, cat villain! reader being an absolute menace and a whore as always.

pairings: yan! batfam x cat villain/vigilante! reader

note: this happens after conflict between jason and other members of batfam are resolved and at that point cat villain! is more solidly on the cat vigilante! side

“How long is this going to take exactly? I’m about to take an involuntary cat nap with how utterly slow you all are being.”

The Court of Owls were a group of people you’ve absolutely despised on every era you’ve had under your cat mask. Whether it was your wild years as Cat Woman’s protégé or when you were basically assimilated as the Batfam’s shared s/o. You could never bring yourself to like absurdly rich people that well. Much less rich people who do bad things.

For legal and safety reasons, you have to say that the Batfamily are an exception.

You don’t know how on Earth they managed to get their hands on equipment that prevented your powers from working, but it was proving to be quite the annoying conundrum.

“I’m sorry but I’m feline a little too underwhelmed by this whole kidnapping thing. Why don’t we hurry things up a little?”

MEANWHILE . . .

“Where the hell did you take them?!”

Jason slammed Black Mask unto the wall, using the backside of his arm and pressing it against the man’s chest.

The latter’s men took a defensive, alert stance. Ready to pounce on command.

But Black Mask only gestured them to stand down.

“You have to understand, the fact that I even thought of informing you of my deal is a huge risk. I could lose my biggest benefactors.” He replied, calm and polite. In contrast to the harsh kick he deals to his assailant, making Jason back off. “I’m doing you all a favor. I’m doing [Cat Villain Name] a favor.”

“They’re currently on a private island to the south. I can’t give you the exact coordinates but here’s the general location.” He tossed a flashdrive, one swiftly caught and skimmed through by Tim.

“Why are you helping us?” Damian’s mind was already calculating the best way to get rid of everyone in this room. The grip on his katana tightening by the second. He had full faith that you were capable of taking care of yourself, but it did not help with the fear of disappearance whatsoever.

He was sure that the sight of you getting hurt would lead to him going on a rampage.

“Maybe the fact that even with my help, you kids being too late would open their mind and make them come back to our side. They’d finally learn that you’re only as good for them as Batman was to —“ Damian couldn’t stop himself anymore, knocking the man unconscious as the rest of the crew took down his goons with ease. Their worry over your current condition giving them a surprising amount of efficiency as a team.

“It’ll take several hours to even get to those islands much less even find which one . . .” Tim bit his lip. He wasn’t concerned at all. He knows you inside and out. In fact, he already knew where you were exactly. All of this info gathering was just his plan to delay things so that your patience would run out and he’d get front row seats to the carnage you’d inevitably cause. After all, there was something he can always predict when it came to you.

Your unending thirst for fun and chaos.

It took about a week for them to find you. Just about enough time for you to get antsy about not seeing your beloved pets and home.

And plenty of time for you to have your fun, pretending to be hurt, crying out in feigned agony, before you finally took down your prey.

“Red Hood! Come back! We can’t just barge in—“ Dick called out to Jason.

But all Jason could think of was the way you screamed in terror. The footage of your ‘torture’ was something he had nightmares about.

“Kitty! Are you—“ He kicked the door off its hinges, guns ready to fire.

But his sights only landed on a singular breathing being in the middle of a room. Covered in the blood of your victims. Grooming yourself clean.

Each lick sending shivers down his spine.

He sighed in relief. “You really have to stop playing with your food, Kitty.”

His lips envelopes yours as the world disappears from your vision.

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[softonshanks]

Can i request a Shanks x female reader in which she's the only female member on the crew and she's her period and everyone freaks out? I think it'd be hilarious thanks

Hey, thank you so much for your question. I really like this prompt, I tried to keep it funny as you asked, with a little bit of fluff. I hope you enjoy it (:

Characters: Shanks x female reader

Total word count: 1445 words

It was a sunny afternoon on the ship, but instead of enjoying the day on deck with the rest of the crew, Y/N was curled up in her hammock, clutching her stomach in pain. She had woken up that morning feeling awful, her abdomen cramping in a way she’d never experienced before. It didn’t take long for her to realize what was happening: her period was trying to kill her for good this time. Normally, it was just mild discomfort for her, but this time, it hit her like a tidal wave. The pain was sharp, radiating from her lower stomach down her legs, and it left her feeling nauseous and weak. The worst part? She had no idea how to deal with it on a ship full of men who had absolutely no idea what she was going through.

At first, she tried to tough it out. She didn’t want to make a fuss over something as natural as her period. She usually tried to keep it cool every month, and she always succeeded, but this time, by midday, she couldn’t take it anymore and retreated to her hammock with a groan.

Word spread quickly through the ship that Y/N was sick, and before long, a small group of panicked pirates had gathered outside her quarters. Benn Beckman was the first to peek in, his expression filled with concern.

"Hey, Y/N," Benn said cautiously, "uh, we heard you're not feeling well. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Y/N groaned, her face half-buried in a pillow. "It's just… cramps."

"Cramps?" Benn echoed, looking confused. “For what? Have you hurt yourself again trying to carry stuff way heavier than you?” he asked, worried.

"No, Benn,” she quietly laughed. “And I can handle heavy stuff,” she pointed out before placing her hand on her aching stomach again. “It’s just… girl stuff," she muttered.

That immediately sent Benn backtracking. "Oh! Oh, right, okay. Uh… anything we can do? Maybe… get you some water?"

Y/N chuckled weakly. "I think I'll survive, Benn. Thanks, though."

But Benn wasn't the only one concerned. Soon enough, several other crew members began showing up, each trying to be helpful in their own way—though none of them really knew what they were doing.

Yasopp walked in with a blanket. "You cold, Y/N? You need a blanket? I heard you're supposed to stay warm." She tried not to laugh while she told him, "Thanks, Yasopp, but I'm already warm enough."

Lucky Roo appeared with a tray of food. "Brought you something to eat. Maybe it'll help?"

Y/N glanced at the plate, her stomach turning just at the sight of food. "Thank you so much, Roo. I’ll just eat it later when I’m feeling better."

The men hovered around, trying their best to be supportive, but Y/N could see they were all clueless and a bit nervous. After all, they were used to facing sea monsters and enemy pirates—not a young woman dealing with period cramps. It was sweet, really, but she couldn’t help but laugh at how out of their depth they were.

Finally, Shanks appeared, a wide grin on his face as he shooed the others away. "Alright, alright, you bunch of goofs. Give the lady some space. We can't be crowding her like this,” he said, making Y/N burst into a loud laugh.

“As if you know what to do to make a lady feel better when she’s on her period,” commented Benn, taking a puff from his cigarette.

“Of course I do, I’ve had much more experience with the ladies than all of you,” the captain answered, laughing, while the rest of the crew started to make fun of him.

“Best thing to ease period cramps is to have sex,” he said seriously. Benn put his hand on his face, while Y/N, still in her hammock, threw her pillow at the captain.

“You wish it was, you pig,” she answered.

“Well, the Captain is actually right,” Hongo said, trying to regain his composure. “I mean, from a medical point of view, this is true.”

“SEE? Thank you,” Shanks said, throwing his hands in the air. “Anyway, there’s something that will work even better: laughing. So now all of you get out of here while I work my magic,” Shanks said, as the others slowly backed out of the room, murmuring well wishes before disappearing completely. “If he tries something on you, scream, we’ll come here and rescue you,” shouted Yasopp before closing the door.

Shanks approached her hammock and plopped down on a nearby chair, propping his feet up casually. Y/N, seeing the captain so close, pretended to scream, while he raised an eyebrow, shaking his head.

“That’s how you repay me? I’m here to make you feel better after all, I’m hurt,” he joked.

Y/N couldn’t help but crack a smile despite her discomfort. "Oh, really? You think you can make me laugh while I feel like I’m being stabbed repeatedly in the gut?"

Shanks winked. "Challenge accepted."

For the next hour, Shanks was in top form. He regaled her with stories of his adventures, mimicking the crew members’ quirks in exaggerated, goofy ways. He told her about the time he and Beckman had gotten lost on a small island while drunk and ended up at a fancy ball, pretending to be nobles. He even did silly impressions of Lucky Roo’s laugh and Yasopp’s serious face whenever he tried to shoot something, all while making absurd faces.

Y/N found herself laughing despite the pain, her body relaxing bit by bit with every joke Shanks threw her way. His carefree attitude and easy charm made her forget, even for a little while, how miserable she had felt.

Eventually, after another round of chuckles, Y/N sighed contentedly, her pain easing just a little. "Thanks, Shanks," she said softly, looking at him with gratitude. "You really helped me out today. You’re a really good captain, you know that?"

Shanks waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, I’m just a guy who doesn’t know how to leave someone alone when they’re in pain. But hey, I’m glad I could make you laugh."

Y/N took a deep breath, her smile faltering for just a moment. "It’s… It’s tough sometimes, you know? Being the only girl on a ship full of guys. You all are amazing, but there are moments where I feel a little out of place. Like when I get sick like this, or when I just want to talk to another woman…”

Shanks’ expression softened as he looked at her, his usual playful grin replaced by something more sincere. He reached out, placing a hand on her arm. "I get that, Y/N. And I’m sorry if we’ve a bunch of clumsy, noisy and confused man most of the time. But you belong here just as much as the rest of us. Hell, I’m happy you’re a girl because it means I have someone to stare at whenever I am in need of a pretty face.”

“Thought the only pretty face you loved staring at was Benn’s.”

“I know, right? His long black hair, his stare… the way the cigarette dangles from his lips,” he started seductively describing his first mate, causing Y/N once again to burst into laughter. He stopped, incapable of doing anything but listening to her delightful laugh.

“Yeah, Benn’s hot, but you’re lovely.”

There was a moment of silence as their playful banter shifted into something more serious. The tension between them, always present but never acknowledged, seemed to thicken the air around them. Y/N’s breath hitched as Shanks leaned in closer, his gaze locked onto hers.

"Can I kiss you?" Shanks whispered, his voice barely audible. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if testing the waters. But when he responded, kissing her back with equal warmth, the hesitation melted away, and the kiss deepened.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were smiling, their foreheads resting against each other.

"That… was nice," Y/N said breathlessly, her cheeks flushed.

Shanks chuckled softly. "Yeah… it was."

They stayed like that for a moment, simply enjoying the warmth of each other’s presence, before Shanks finally pulled back and grinned at her. "So, do you think I’ll have to wait until your next period for another kiss like that?”

Y/N shook her head. “Of course not, but don’t ask my permission next time.”

She watched him leave, feeling an overwhelming sense of warmth and happiness despite the dull ache in her abdomen, trying to sleep as she started thinking again about their kiss and less aboout the pain.

[silverflqmes]

sephiroth x reader where he meets this amazing girl (note: you) and she cooks him a homemade meal but he freaks out because he doesnt understand how to take it properly? but he starts crying of joy because he's happy to take it since he read about how moms treat their kids and he just kinna finds solace in this girl and wants find her again but obviously shinra keeps having other plans until finally one DAY she comes back again and you can decide what happens next :)

໒⦂ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

notes. i may have indulged a little ( a lot ) here, anon.. but i hope it’s somewhat okay.. brb i might have to ugly cry after this.. he makes me so😿 IM NOT NORMAL ANYMORE SOBS

genre. hurt + comfort

tw. discussion of bad eating habits.

sephiroth x gn!reader

the water came to a boil as you threw in your spaghetti, twisting the knob on low for the sauce you’d prepared.

sephiroth would be home any minute and as a reward for working as hard as he did everyday, you had taken it upon you to prepare his most favorite meal for him. it wasn��t too hard to cook, luckily, but hopefully it tasted good.

you allowed the pasta to come to a boil, taking the time to set the table nicely. while sephiroth wasn’t one for the fancy shit or grandeur, you wanted to provide him with a good ambience. he deserved it, anyway.

on a trip to sector five, you’d managed to score a dozen of flowers from a sweet girl zack was interested — aerith, as you recalled. somehow he had started her on a business with her rare blooms, it was creative and cute that he’d made the time to do that with her.

while passing by him, he had urged you to buy some to help her start out — which you were happy to do. certainly when they made the perfect centerpiece and smelled pleasantly.

the bubbles began to surface in your absence, a jingling sound entering your ears once you’d returned to turn off the heat. sephiroth was home!

a smile lifted the corners of your mouth as you wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead before walking up to the door when he emerged. “welcome home, sephiroth!”

his face that was colored with exhaustion instantly contorted into one of ease, lips curling at the sight of you, his precious partner. were you waiting for him? how adorable.

the first class SOLDIER leaned in closely to your face and bestowed you with a chaste kiss, chuckling softly. “thank you, y/n. it’s a lovely sight to find you here,” he continued, holding your cheek in his gloved hand before looking behind you. “i see you’ve been busy.”

your cheeks burned at his words, a fuzzy feeling finding its way to your chest as you let out a sheepish laugh. “a-ah, i may have helped myself to your kitchen.. i hope you don’t mind.” he wouldn’t mind, he never did — but you still felt the need to say so.

his thumb rolled over your soft skin, a sound of amusement tumbling past his lips. “not at all, might i ask what you prepared yourself?”

blinking, you then proceeded to quirk a brow before snorting. “i composed a gourmet meal for the both of us, featuring candlelight and flowers. up to your standards, mr. first class?” you joked, to which he rolled his eyes, playfully.

“you treat me as if i were royalty.” sephiroth turned his head away, failing to suppress the small lift to his rosewood appendages.

you took ahold of his leather clad hand, snickering softly. “the best way to treat you, according to your dearest lover!” came your cheery response as you tugged him forward. “now come on, i doubt a battlefield has a scheduled lunch or dinner time!”

the silver haired male couldn’t argue with that reasoning. some missions went without food for long periods of time — just another thing he’d learnt to bear over the years. the human body could go weeks without alimentation, and he was no stranger to being denied or prevented from having a meal.

however, upon meeting you and having explained that reasoning to you early into your relationship.. he was met with quite a different perspective. while the SOLDIER found eating to be secondary — something that he would indulge in if the time and situation was right, you.. stressed it.

it had come as a great shock when he would announce he’d only had breakfast for the entirety of the day — which was basically just a bar or shake.. the bare minimum, in other words. frustrated, you’d scolded him that very evening before falling into a routine of meal preparation.

you didn’t care if he had to show up with this cutesy lunch box in a den of SOLDIERs, but it better have been emptied or so help you.

sephiroth had been greatly confused by your concern, and quite frankly — still was, however he understood where you were coming from ( despite lacking the same care for himself that you showed him ), and ate every last bite.

“i suppose i have to agree with that.” the long haired swordsman finally answered, bringing his steps to a halt before your work.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t made him food before, but this time felt different. you always put your all into everything, though this felt extra, extra special, somehow. perhaps, being cooked dinner was more.. intimate?

you patted his armored shoulder, grinning. “good! now get comfy while i get your plate ready, i used up the wine for the sauce.. so um, just water for tonight — but you need it!!”

with that, you had dashed back over to the kitchen, leaving behind a chuckling sephiroth. he’d never seen someone be so serious over dinner, it was silly. and yet, endearing all at the same time that you cared so deeply for his health when everyone had taught or treated him otherwise.

“are you certain you don’t require my assistance?” he inquired, leaning back in his seat to see if you were managing.

a laugh echoed from kitchen at his expression of concern. “nope! you just sit tight, on my way over now!” you assured, picking up your bowls and a basket of freshly sliced bread before making your way to the table.

despite your dismissal, the cat eyed hero made his way over to help with the placement, not wanting you to struggle any longer. you’d gone through great lengths for him today after all, it was the least he could do.

as sephiroth sat across from you, he was finally given the chance to take a look at what you’d put together, blinking in surprise.

“seafood pasta..?” he couldn’t remember the last time he had it. “how.. did you know?”

picking a piece of bread, you found yourself winking, suppressing a giggle. “i may or may not have asked cissnei.. given her network of information.” you smiled sheepishly, grabbing your silverware. “i hope that’s okay with you- i just wanted to make something you really, really liked!”

the first class SOLDIER was quiet for a moment, a strange warmth bubbling in his chest.

subconsciously, his hand lifted to touch where his heart had been, if only to find out what that strange feeling had been. “you.. you did that, for me?” his voice had almost come out in a weak whisper. the mako hued male was soft spoken to begin with, but this held more vulnerability than the other times.

an eager nod was the response he’d received, and despite his desire to question why, he took it as his cue to pick up his silverware, twirling the spaghetti with his fork. it.. had been a long time since he’d had his favorite dish, and homemade.. was a first.

as he tasted your work, he almost melted at the flavors — the nostalgia of it all. and yet.. it somehow was even better than any other occasion he had ordered or cooked it himself.

was it.. because you had made it specially for him? how odd, that the cooking from a specific person could affect the outcome so drastically.

“how is it?” you finally spoke up, curious to hear of his thoughts. “the seafood was a lucky find, i’m hoping it’s good and that i didn’t get scammed ahahaha..”

given midgar’s inland location, fish.. wasn’t something commonly sold, and if it was — it certainly would have costed a pretty gil. had you really gone through all this effort, just for him?

sephiroth swallowed the next bite he took, inclining his head. “it’s wonderful- nobody, i realize.. has ever done something like this for me before — or gone through as much trouble as you had to do this for me..” he spoke up in acknowledgment, feeling his eyes soften.. and blur?

why was his vision — was he.. crying?

the silver haired SOLDIER raised his gloved hands to brush the corners of his eyes. fresh tears, yes. he’d almost forgotten the feeling.

“seph-?” you blurted, getting up from your chair before rushing over to him. “oh no- is it bad?? are you having allergies — i didn’t put anything spicy in it.. a-ahh, i don’t have an allergy pen..” you panicked, dashing over to your purse before feeling a hand grasp your own.

your lashes fluttered in surprise when you were suddenly pulled into firm chest, silver draping over you as a pair of strong arms encircled your body.

“s-sephiroth?” you called out softly, worry in your voice as you rested your hands on his back, reciprocating the embrace. “everything okay? you’re crying..” you added quietly, frowning. did something happen?

he sucked in a breath, shaking his head. “i apologize- i didn’t mean to bring you anxiety with my sudden reaction.. the food was lovely, truly, and i.. could not be more grateful for it.” shinra’s hero began, relenting his grip a little. he didn’t want to hurt or bruise you after all with his strength. “i guess i was just.. taken by surprise, is all — being treated in this way is still.. rather foreign to me.” he admitted, attempting to even his voice out.

but you were patient, and listened to the best of your extent, at last understanding what he meant.

your boyfriend spoke little of his past, but the few things that he’d felt comfortable enough to elaborate on.. had been horrible to hear- it made your heart ache terribly in your chest.

“oh sephiroth..” you whispered gently, sliding your fingers into his hair comfortingly. “you’re okay, don’t apologize.. i was just worried since shellfish allergies are common..” you exhaled, panic dissipating. “i’m just glad you’re not sick.. but hey, you deserve this- alright? you work really hard everyday, you have been all your life.. this is the least i could do.”

he felt himself calm down gradually with your words, breaths slowly coming out more even. the male hadn’t planned on breaking down so suddenly, and while he felt bad.. you assured him that it was okay to react and feel as he did.

what.. made him so special to you? to go to all these extents for him and yet disregard all your efforts all at the same time..

“the ‘least’ you speak of hardly covers all that you do for me, y/n.. despite finding myself undeserving of your kindness.. i am forever grateful to be wanted and cared for by you — to be looked at in the way your eyes view me.. rather than the usual contempt and obsessive fascination scrutiny that i am met with.” he spoke after a brief silence, wanting to translate his feelings into words as best as possible.

they nearly had you melting, and out of pure adoration, you brought your lips at last to his. a reassurance that you had understood every bit of his feelings and that you had returned them all in full.

“you are every bit as deserving, sephiroth, as am i of you.. and i’ll always, always care for you. to me — you are everything, and worthy of all the love in the world.”

notes. screaming crying this is a little rushed towards the end but i hope it’s decent enough anon! my illiterate ass did not read the last bit of the request.. so i didn’t include the shinra bit😭 hope it’s okay!

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[hellishjoel]

Delicate - Chapter Three: I Wish You Would

2.5k / pairing: joel miller x f!reader

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summary: After making a bad impression on his first date, Joel nearly gives up - until fate in the form of his daughter Sarah intervenes; Joel and Petal come to a deal.

A/N: truth be told, @thetriumphantpanda and I completely forgot this series existed and got caught up in other projects BUT we're continuing it! because we still love our little baby!

warnings: joel and reader are single parents, rom-com vibes, foul language, Joel being terrible at dating in general, a lil angst

“It’s okay,” she said so reassuringly, looming by the cab as dark clouds began to form over the city. “It takes some time to get used to this again. I was the same.” He didn’t even have the nerve to look her in the eye anymore, brown droopy eyes finding solace in staring at the concrete. “It’ll get easier each time you do it, I promise.” 

His heart felt ripped from his chest, let down by his actions. 

Part of him wonders if he did it on purpose, leaned into ruining the date so he could give Sarah the excuses he’s been making up in his head. That it didn’t work out, that they weren’t a match, that dating just wasn’t his thing, and that he should just be left alone. 

But then he met you. And his heart beat so fast in his chest, he worried it might give him a damn heart attack. 

He’d never seen someone so pretty, with such a bright smile and warm energy that melted the cold exterior shell he had built up over the years. He had no excuses to give, and he didn’t mind. But then nerves took over. 

Joel sighs quietly, staring blankly ahead at his closed garage door. He sits in his parked truck, radio coming in and out of signal as the storm worsens overhead. He flips his wrist and tears the keys from the ignition. 

He’s back home now. Has been for maybe twenty minutes. He just can’t stop thinking about how fucking stupid he felt. Rain pitter-patters on his windshield, and he supposes it’s time to start going inside. Maybe then, Sarah would stop spying on him from the front windows in the living room. 

With a large huff, Joel steps out and makes his way up the porch, rain dotting his disheveled hair and half-decent ensemble. 

Upon pushing the front door open, he sees Sarah run back to the couch with Uncle Tommy just in time. 

“Hey,” she greets casually, fiddling with the remote and pretending to surf for something to watch, “Soooooo,” she coos, “How was your date?” 

Joel watches as Sarah’s face slowly sinks at the sight of him, large rounded-off eyes reading dismissively as he glances from her to Uncle Tommy. 

By now, Tommy is making a worried face, hiding behind a hand over his mouth, panic blaring across his eyes. Sarah’s a smart girl; it doesn’t take her long to look between the two. 

“Oh god, what happened, dad?” She asks with a strained tone, following Joel into the kitchen, where he fishes out a beer and sets his phone absently on the counter along with his keys. He lines the bottle cap to the lip of the counter and pops it open with ease, hearing the bottle hiss with the release of pressure before he takes a long drink. 

Sarah’s glaring eyes slowly turn to her Uncle Tommy. “What did you do?” 

“I-well-no, see, I tried- uh-” Tommy stutters haphazardly. 

“Ain’t Tommy’s fault,” Joel grumbles, the first words he’s spoken in an hour that couldn’t be farther from the truth. There’s a moment of silence as Tommy and Sarah share an empathetic look to Joel. “S’my fault.” 

After some begging and dragging, Sarah manages to get her dad to sit in the living room, the television’s volume set to mute. She rolls Joel’s phone around in her hand, swiping it open and finding the dating app he met his date on. 

Her pictures were beautiful. She was her dad’s type, too. Confident looking, with a sweet smile and a love for adventure. Even with a kid of her own. She understood now why they both found it important to make good first impressions. 

So, what the hell happened? 

“Jus’ tell’er what I said, Joel. I gave ya bad advice.” 

“Horrible advice, Tommy.”

“What advice? I thought this dating operation was a trio effort, and you left the Captain out of a very important dating advice conversation?” Sarah accuses, Tommy shrugs casually beside her on the couch. 

Condensation from Joel’s beer bottle makes a dark ring on the upper thigh of his jeans. He stares long and hard before continuing.  

“I was gettin’ ready for my date, tryin’ to find somethin’ to wear. Tommy helped an’-”

“And?” Sarah pressed, watching Tommy sink further into the couch, hoping to disappear between the cushions.

Joel grumbles quietly and continues, "Told him how nervous I was. Been forever since I had been on a proper date. So he gave me some advice that worked for him.”

“You took advice from your player of a brother? Who can’t find a wife to save his life?”

Tommy playfully scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I could find a wife if I wanted to-”

“Anyway,” Joel butts in, “He said I should try to sound uninterested. Play hard t’get, or whatever. Not ask too many questions. And uh… what did you call it Tommy? A twisted compliment?”

Sarah harshly gasps, turning to her Uncle Tommy as he drops his jaw, looking helpless at Sarah’s genuine anger. 

“You never do that! Ne-ver! Never ever!” She said, starting to swat angrily at his arm and shoulder. 

“Alright, alright, mercy! Mercy!” Tommy looks apologetically at Joel, shaking his head in dismay. “M’sorry, big brother. I thought it would work for you, as it works for me. The type of women I try it on works pretty well.” 

Joel shook his head, eyes drooping again. 

“She wasn’t like other women. She was…” He trails off, unable to articulate how wonderful of a woman he met tonight. And how fucking horribly he screwed it up. 

Joel closes his eyes and puts his palm to his forehead, fingers tugging at his untamed dark waves. 

A frown tugs at the corners of Sarah’s lips, a sinking feeling cascading over her chest. He could try again, find someone else, but now that Sarah has seen her profile and knows how perfect of a match they would be, she knows she has to do something to fix it. 

She casually clears her throat and uses the voice memo option in her dad’s messages. 

“So… what was she like? Your date?” Sarah posed, watching out of the corner of her eye as the recording picked up her question. 

Joel’s had a terrible night, and he’s not sure how much more vulnerability he can spare, especially after how badly he embarrassed himself. 

“Not tonight, Sarah.” He says dismissively. Joel lets out a heavy breath, and for the first time tonight, a little smile tangles on his lips. His eyes lose focus as he relays the moment his eyes set on you.  

“She was… everything. You should’ve seen her, Sarah. She’s got real pretty eyes and a gorgeous smile. When she smiled, it was hard not to smile with her. But she was more than just physically beautiful. She had this energy about her, uplifting and optimistic. Funny, too,” Joel pauses to shake his head, a fond smile on his lips like he was reliving a lost memory. 

His amber eyes slowly begin to droop in disappointment at what he had lost. 

“It felt like seeing a shooting star. She was rare. And I screwed it up. S’my fault.” Joel bites down on his lower lip and tastes the salt of his own wounds. “Just hadn’t had a date in so long. Tried to act cool. I don’t even know what cool is. I don’t know what I was thinkin’. Wish I would’ve just been myself.  Too worried about makin’ a fool of myself that I gave her a bad first impression, y’know? But she was everything. She really was.” 

Joel could hear everyone’s heartbeat, all in sync, all listening. They sat together unmoving, breathing in gentle lulls. No one moved, not even when the room became dark and the gentle rain outside turned into a heavy downpour. 

After Tommy had left for the night with a solemn hug to his older brother and Joel disappeared to sulk in his bedroom, Sarah replayed the sound bite she had captured. 

Her father was being himself, kind and honest. He was a good man, just a bit misled. Sarah wanted his date to know the truth, even if she didn’t give Joel a second chance. She didn’t need some poor woman thinking he was a sleazy jerk. Sure, Uncle Tommy, yeah, but not her father. 

Sarah stares longingly at the woman’s profile once more. This could have been his person, and it breaks her heart to think how remorseful her father was tonight. Like he lost something he should have never let go of. 

Her plan was hatched. This woman would hear how her dad truly speaks of her. The true Joel Miller. She types with ferocity into their existing chat on Hinge. 

Hello, mystery woman. Please don’t give up on him. Believe it or not, my dad deep down is a really shy and sensitive guy. I’m sorry he screwed up. Please know this is what he really thought of you tonight. I know this is a delicate situation, but I thought you should know the man you really went on a date with tonight. -Joel’s favorite daughter, Sarah

You’re not sure how many times you relistened to the Hinge message. 

You’d imagine yourself waking up early and throwing yourself into the endless housework that needs to be done. The laundry piles up, and you should meal-prep for the rest of the week. But you received this message so late last night, long after you had passed out, hoping to forget the terrible first date that you had been on. The last thing you expected was to wake up to another message seemingly from Joel. 

Hearing his deep voice echo his mistakes makes you rethink everything about your date with Joel last night. He sounds sincere, so incredibly nervous behind his seemingly confident bravado. How wrong was your first impression? 

After a bit of pacing and rehearsed dialogue, you get up the nerve to send Joel your number, which he calls not long after. You tell him the truth: that his daughter has sent you a voice note of his apology. 

He seemed quite embarrassed that what he wanted to say was truly heard. 

You reminded yourself that not so long ago, you were making the same mistakes. Dating again was difficult, but you would want Joel to succeed with whomever he finds in the future. Just because things didn’t work out between you and Joel doesn’t mean you couldn’t help him. 

“I think we should have a proper conversation about last night. Would you wanna stop by for a cup of coffee or something?” 

Strangled, deafening silence. “I like coffee,” Joel finally musters up. 

After a short drive in his pickup truck, he’s pulling into your driveway within twenty minutes. You can hear his engine rumbling before turning off on the pavement outside. 

“So, about last night-”

“You don’t-” he starts, but you both pause as the coffee machine stutters. 

Seeing him in daylight evokes the familiar fluttering sensation in your stomach that you first experienced when messaging Joel for the first time. Despite the autumn setting, the dark green flannel he wears shows signs of frequent wear and seems to be a staple in his wardrobe—suitable for any season, any day. It fits his figure, like it’s nearly grown around him. 

You force your eyes to drag their attention away from his broad shoulders and tan skin, clearing your throat and turning on your faucet. It barely trickles, which leaves you huffing. 

Joel takes an interest, rising from where you sat him at the breakfast bar with his empty mug. 

“Low pressure?”  He asks, voice low and honeyed. 

“The plumber came last week and swore it was fixed. It’s fine, I’ll figure it out.”

Joel purses his lips, and before you can stop him, his heavy boots are already backpedaling out of the kitchen. “I’ve got tools in my truck,” he juts his thumb behind him, “wouldn’t take me more than a few minutes.”

“You don’t have to, really, Joel. I don’t want you to work on your day off.”

“S’not a problem. Sit tight.”

He returns with a Milwaukee toolbox, cherry red with a white logo highlighted by lightning strike-looking font. 

You don’t realize you’re still wide-eyed until he looks between you and the lower sink cabinets. 

“Sorry.” You mutter with embarrassment as you move out of the way. He grunts softly as he moves to the linoleum, his knees digging into the tile as he starts moving aside the cleaning supplies stowed below. He squints his eyes, the skin around wrinkling with focus. 

Just start talking about why you asked him here. 

“So—” you start as you pace the kitchen, watching him move onto his back to eye over your sink’s anatomy. “I know our date last night didn’t go as well as we both had hoped and—” your eyes stray to see the hem of his flannel nudge up his front as his hands go to work with a wrench, hearing him mutter something about how he was still listening to you.  But all you can see is the bare skin of his waist, dark hairs stippled down the center of his belly. 

“Right, well, I think what I’m trying to say, or rather failing to say, is that I think I could help you.” The wrench’s clicking comes to a stop. Joel pauses and slowly ducks his head out from the shadows. 

“Help me?” He questions. His tone only inflects slight offense taken. 

“Or- help each other.” You take a moment and kneel on the floor beside where he’s working, watching him sit up on his elbows as his greying eyebrows knit together with curiosity. “It’s hard dating as an adult. Believe me, I know. The apps, and-and the having kids,” your eyes soften as Joel’s gaze falls. “You don’t need me to explain how hard it is. I was horrible at first. There was so much fear surrounding it for me, and I just know that after those voice notes your daughter sent me, you have a lot of potential.”

Joel chuckles dryly before he continues to look up at your sink, slowly loosening a fitting on a pipe. “You think there’s hope?” He says, sarcasm-laced. 

“I’m not going to lie and say it’ll be easy. But love isn’t just for teenagers. We both deserve to experience it again. Maybe it’s not with me, but you’re a real catch, Joel Miller. You’re smart, and you’re handsome,”

Joel chuckles again, but this time it’s more whimsical. The sound is joyful and echoes through around the wooden cabinet he’s working in.  

“So, you’re tryin’ t’offer me datin’ lessons? Is that it?”

You will yourself not to roll your eyes. “Yes, dating lessons. What do you think?”

With a long and forced sigh, Joel ducks out from under the sink and stands to his full, looming height. You scrabble off the floor, taking in how his eyes glimmer like honey in the sunlight. 

He ponders before flipping your tap on, watching the water flow with nothing holding it back. You grin with ease, your eyes flicking to his own.

“Little miss fixer-upper, aren’t ya?” Joel says snidely, taking a moment to offer your proposition. 

A shrug and a sweet smile later have him convinced. 

“Alright. I’m in.” 

[oleander-nin]

Horrotober Day 13- Pills(Yandere 2012 Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: Another short one. Yay... Sorry if this one seems wonky, I tried. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Forced drugging, kidnapping, manipulation, dark themes, yandere themes

Words: 786

Summary: Donnie keeps you drugged and happy so his brothers are none the wiser

Donnie gasps your cheeks gently, maroon eyes staring into your own. He has the dreaded pills and water in his grasp, his voice coming out softly. “You have to take the pills, Dove. You know the rules.”

Donnie sighs as more tears run down your cheeks, your arms pushing weakly at his chest. Fighting was futile, and he needed to do this. Raph was already getting suspicious of him, pointing out how odd you were the days he lessened your dosage. Donnie couldn’t risk it, not when he was this close to keeping you here forever. His room was already set up for you, as you’d been staying there for weeks already, but his brothers still weren’t used to you. All he needed to do was figure out how to keep your mouth shut, and he was golden.

He had allowed you to try and exist on your own for a while, only giving you a small amount of the drug, or even sometimes none at all, but you were unable to act accordingly. You flinched when he came near, cried when he spoke, and broke down when Leo tried to help calm you down. He couldn’t trust you anymore, not without the drug he stole just for you. He was willing to have you loopy and practically drunk if it meant you wouldn’t run your mouth. In his mind, it was a small price to pay for your obedience.

“I’ll be good, I promise.” You sob, your voice muffled from the way he squished your cheeks in his hand. Donnie sighs, setting the pills and water down on the table beside you. He runs the now free hand through your hair, cooing softly as he waits for you to calm down. He’d wait forever if needed, but he’d prefer to get this over with. He was tired, and Leo would be coming to get him for patrol any minute. He needed you drugged, and fast.

“Don’t make me force you sunshine,” He coos, wiping a fallen tear with his thumb. He smiles softly as you sniffle. Despite the pain in his heart, it was nice to see you cry. No matter how ugly you insisted you were when the dams broke, he found it endearing. Your eyes puffed and lip set in a pout, with you clear eyes watering and shimmering as you sob. It was a beautiful sight, akin to butterfly trapped in a spiders web. He would never get tired of your tears.

You sob harder at his words, making him take in a deep breath. It was ten minutes until patrol, and the drug took at least fifteen to set in. He was running out of time. Frustrated, Donnie pries your mouth open with his thumb, dumping the first pill in. He watches you gag as your body fights it, but he holds your mouth closed until you swallow. He does the same with the next pill, watching in satisfaction as you take them both. 

He hands you the water and lets you drink it, knowing what he had just done was probably hard on your throat. It had taken weeks to get you to swallow the first pill on your own, but he much preferred you figuring it out to him shoving it down your throat as if you were a cat at the vet. The pills he gave you couldn’t be crushed, so swallowing was the only way for intake. He watches you down the whole drink in satisfaction, his mind more at ease. This pill would always be worth it.

Now that you have taken your pills, he moves to put the bottle back into his locked drawers. He had nightmares of you finding them and overdosing, so he made sure to go through every precaution. You were such a delicate but impulsive thing. It was entertaining, but would cause him to gray early if he had hair.

He returns to your side, watching your head loll forward with a smile as your eyes start to glaze over. He could tell you were fighting it, but it was futile. The drugs always won. He carefully picks you up, draping your arms over his shoulders as your legs wrap instinctively around your waist. He walks you over to his room, tucking you into his bed. The pill always made you drowsy at first, which was why he started having you take it before he left. You couldn’t do much to run if you were out cold while he was gone. He steps back as you snuggle into the bed, too doped out to be worried or confused. He walks out when you finally drift off, just in time for patrol.

[c0ldw1nt3r]

Quiet Time: Hongjoong x Reader

WARNINGS: Semi-Public Sex, Fingering, Gagging, Unprotected Sex (PLEASE BE SAFE), Pet names (Baby, Princess, Good Girl), Reader calls Hongjoong Captain in a sexy way, hickeys, making out, begging

Genre: SMUT 18+ MDNI

Paring: Hongjoong x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Hongjoong can’t wait anymore to have you backstage and has to find alternative means to keep you quiet.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so it might not be the greatest thing ever. Also I got this idea from someone in a discord server I’m in

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As soon as he knew you two were out of sight from most people, Hongjoong was quick to push you against the wall, hungrily attacking your lips as he tried to deepen the kiss. He couldn’t wait to have you any longer. Getting through the show was torture enough for him. As he pulled away and broke the kiss, Hongjoong was fumbling with his belt buckle. His cock was begging to be let out of his pants. “Fuck, Y/N, I’ve been waiting too long to fuck you.”

Hongjoong was quick to kiss you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth with ease. He managed to get his pants off, now working on unbuttoning yours, pressing his hips into yours as he grinded against you. You could see the wet patch on her underwear as you looked down at his cock as you wore a cheeky grin on your face, watching Hongjoong pull your pants down. “So impatient baby.~”

“I need you right now Y/N, I need you so badly.” Hongjoong’s voice was low and rough, breathing already ragged as he left sloppy kisses down your neck, making his way down to your collarbone. He unbuttoned your shirt and started leaving hickeys all over your chest. As he did so you couldn’t help but let out little moans and whimpers with every bite and suck he performed.

Your moans and whimpers were enough to almost drive him insane, but Hongjoong had to keep a grip. If anybody had heard the two of you, the other members would never let him hear the end of it. His other hand threatened to cover your mouth and covered it to muffled your sweet little noises. “You gotta be quiet baby. Can’t have the others hearing those noises. Those are only for me, princess.”

“Yes, Captain.” You whispered as you gave him a weak nod. The way he called you Princess always made you melt and you knew he loved it when you called him Captain.

Hongjoong took the hand that had unbuttoned your shirt down to your underwear, running his hand under the lace waistband before completely slipping his hand in. His fingers found your clit and started rubbing small circles against it with his fingers. You let out another small moan before his hand covered your mouth to muffle your moans. “Remember, quiet. I don’t want to have to resort to other measures, Princess.”

You let out a muffled whine as he covered your mouth. It was hard to be quiet when he always touches you and makes you feel so good. Hongjoong’s fingers kept making their circles on your clit, your hips now grinding against his fingers as he did so. The knot in your stomach continued to grow, your whines only getting louder until Hongjoong took his hand out of your underwear, pulling it down to your knees as he did so. It wasn’t until you had something shoved into your mouth that you could process what he was doing. He’d taken his captain armband off and used it as a makeshift gag to keep you quiet. “Now be a good girl and be quiet.”

You looked at him, his black and white hair was stuck to his forehead as beads of sweat were running down his face. He was panting a bit as he pulled down his underwear and setting his cock free. The tip was red and dripping with precum and you could tell Hongjoong was getting tired of waiting.

Hongjoong put his hands on either side of you against the wall that way he could hold you up. As you wrapped your legs around his waist he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed his cock into you, causing you to bite down harder onto the armband in your mouth.

Hongjoong tilted his head back as he panted a bit before thrusting in and out of you. It took a ridiculous amount of self control to not take that armband out of your mouth and just let everyone hear you, but he kept his will strong. Your muffled moans only added fuel to the fire as his thrusts got faster and harder. Hongjoong put his head on your shoulder, biting down on your shirt to muffle his own groans.

The way he hit your sweet spot drove you insane as a slurry of muffled words spilled out of your mouth. One of your hands snaked its way to the back of Hongjoong’s hair and tugged on it lightly, earning a muffled moan out of him as well. Your other hand slid under his shirt and started scratching his back a bit. His thrusts were becoming more sporadic, feeling his cock twitch inside of your pussy signaling that he was going to cum soon as he let your shirt free from his mouth.

“Fuck Princess, you’re always so tight for me.” Hongjoong’s voice was just above a whisper as it sounded strained. It was clear he was trying his best to keep quiet. “Always so tight, always makes me feel so good.”

He moved his hand up to your mouth and took his armband out, looking down at you with lust filled eyes. “What do you want, Princess? Beg quietly and I’ll give you what you want.”

He was smart enough to accent the word quietly, a smirk sitting on his face as his thrusts got even faster. The way your eyes screwed themselves shut and your heavy breathing made him want to cum inside you even more, but he wanted to watch you struggle to keep quiet first.

“Captain, please,” Your voice was extremely strained, it felt almost impossible to keep quiet as he fucked you into the wall. “Please make me cum all over your cock, fill this pussy with your cum please.”

“Good girl.” Hongjoong was quick to put the armband back in your mouth as he picked up the paste, it was almost brutal how hard and fast he was going. He felt your pussy clenching around him, it only made him feel even better. A couple more moments went by, pulling his hair tightly and biting the makeshift gag as you came all over his dick. He kept going as you rode out your own orgasm, cumming deep inside your pussy.

His breathing was heavy as he leaned his head against the wall, his cock still buried deep inside you as he was coming down from the high of his orgasm. Hongjoong slowly pulled out as you unwrapped your legs from his waist and took the armband out of your mouth so he could give you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Don’t worry Y/N, you can be a loud little princess later.” Hongjoong said with a teasing tone as he picked up his clothes and threw them back on. He made sure he didn’t look too disheveled as you redressed yourself as well, doing your best to make it like you didn’t just get fucked against the wall. You two went to rejoin the group, earning a couple stares from the other members. Some knew what you two had been doing and chose not to comment on it as others made gagging noises towards the two of you. You rolled your eyes at them as Hongjoong had a cheeky grin, knowing he was going to have so much more fun with you later.

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[elysianightsss]

Now hear me Out... The techno's reactions to us being like a single parent or something before Meeting them? And possibly Meeting the child?

Bad idea or Not?

Techno x singlemom!Reader

Drabble

Techno wouldn’t care. He’d love your kid just as much as he loved you, they are simply an extension of you. Techno would be there for anything you needed, babysitting, dentists appointments for the kid. You remember that one time where you were stuck at work and there’d been an incident at school, he was the first one you called, he rushed over and set things straight instantly defending your child.

You came home to him playing with, let’s say your son, Apollo. Techno making aeroplane noises as his large hand moved the toy plane around in the air while your six year old son giggled loudly and excitedly.

Your heart was warmed and you felt your eyes stinging with tears at the sight. When you first met Techno you had tried hard to avoid him, not wanting to date anyone since the let down of Apollo’s father. When he left due to you getting pregnant it was a giant kick to your self esteem. You hadn’t felt worth it anymore and honestly not the most attractive either.

So when Techno persued you, you almost couldn’t believe it. Even when you had rejected him out of fear, he continued to court you coming into the diner where you worked and watching you with a smile while you served others. All he thought about was persuading you to quit so you’d never have to serve other people again. He had more than enough money to support you if you’d simply let him.

Finally, after a few months of him flashing his gorgeous pearly whites at you and making you feel all giddy with the sweet nicknames and phrases he spouted with that monotonous voice of his, you relented and let him take you on a date. You were shy and a bit withdrawn still, fussing over yourself and worrying about how you looked.

He eased them, ‘you look ravishing darlin’, it made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and your fussing ceased. He took you to a nice restaurant, wining and dining you like he had been promising he would. The whole night was actually going well and he’d managed to get you to relax enough to enjoy yourself until the babysitter called saying she had an emergency and she had to leave as soon as possible.

You obviously started rushing away, apologising profusely as you did. Techno chucked some money on the table and ran after you. He caught up to you and offered you to drive you home, after not being able to hail a cab you relented, he was your ride after all. The drive home was tense, you were so scared to tell him about your son not that you were embarrassed by him, not at all. You knew you’d done a good job raising him, but you knew the stigma around single moms and from past experiences when guys had asked you out only to back out when they’d found out you had a kid.

You didn’t want it to happen again, not after the lovely evening you had had and particularly not after the feelings that were growing for the man driving you home tonight.

You’d arrived, thanking him sufficiently with a kiss on the cheek for good measure before exiting the car rather quickly. You were so busy running away that you completely missed Techno’s worried expression, his softened eyes, and him getting out of the car to follow you.

As you unlocked the door, Sophia was pulling on her coat with a sad look on her face. “Do you have to go? We haven’t done story time yet!” Apollo whined.

“How about doing it with me buddy?” You smiled as your son’s eyes lit up at the sight of you home early, a rare occasion when you were working indeed.

“Mommy!” He squealed happily running into your arms. He hugged you tightly as you kissed his cheek. “Who’s that?” Apollo’s question had you turning around to see Techno staring down at you from where you were crouched.

“Sorry I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He apologised, smiling softly at the little boy who gave him a small wave.

That was around four month ago, since then your relationship with Techno had evolved and his bond with Apollo had grown so much. You never thought you’d have this, this safety net, this love. And yet as you watched Techno play aeroplanes with Apollo all you felt was love.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

51, 33, 55 prompts w/ Leonora lesso pls!

Hey hey hey, anon!! Thanks for the request! here’s a song to go along with this Fic 😘 Some orgasm denial and overstimulation with our lovely Lesso 🤭

Can’t Get Enough of You ~Leonora Lesso xFem Professor!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#33. “Don’t do that... Let me see you.”

#51. “Why not right here on the counter/that desk?”

#55. “No… please god… not here… your killing me…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, orgasm denial, vibrator use, fingering, teasing, overstimulation, overstimulation, pet names, degrading kink, praise kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

You sat on a chair at Lesso’s desk across from her as you both graded papers. Your hips squirmed yet again. You’d been horny all day. But you didn’t want to nag Lesso.

First, you had all your classes to teach. Then the two of you had stacks upon stacks of papers to grade. Your hornyness could wait. Or that's at least what you kept telling yourself. At one point, you heard a heavy sigh come from Lesso. You looked up confused.

“I can’t concentrate, pet…” she seethed, “I can practically taste your arousal in the air…”

You gulped.

“Sorry…” you whispered.

“If you needed help, you should’ve just asked.”

“Help me…?” You whimpered desperately.

“No.” Lesso chuckled, “Now you have to pay for distracting me with that slutty body of yours…”

Your breath hitched.

“Why not right here on that desk…?” She purred wickedly.

You practically jumped out of your seat and immediately began stripping all clothing from your body, until you were completely nude in front of the red head. At this, her eyes widened and darkened at the sight of you. A wicked smirk made its way onto Lesso’s face.

“Sit on the edge of the desk, and spread your legs so I can see that pretty pussy of yours, pet…” she purred, indicating to the desk closest to hers.

You did as you were told, while Lesso got up and grabbed something small from a drawer in her desk. She approached you and you whimpered slightly. She then opened her hand to reveal a small vibrator. You looked from the vibrator to Lesso in anticipation, your eyes wide. Before you could say anything, the tot was in your folds and turned on. You arched your back and cried out in pleasure as the toy ruthlessly vibrated against your clit. The toy worked your clit with ease, tightening the coil in your core at a brutally fast pace.

“Fuck Leo it’s too much…! Wanna cum please…!!” You mewled.

“No no…” Lesso tutted wickedly, “the only thing you're allowed to cum on tonight is my fingers…”

“Fuck fuck fuck…” You chanted, “too much too much…!”

“You can take it, pet…” Lesso purred wickedly.

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You whimpered incoherent nothings the rest of the evening as the little toy absolutely destroyed your clit. Tears were running down your cheeks as you entire body spasmed from overstimulation.

“No… please god… not here… your killing me…” you mewled in a haze of lust, your clarity being thrown out the window thirty minutes ago.

“Poor pet…” Lesso tauntingly purred, “Can’t even form a coherent thought anymore…”

“Please please please please…” you chanted.

Lesso must have taken pity on you, because she finally got up from her chair and made her way over to you. Your eyes widened as she finally removed the small toy. You let out a sigh of relief, but the pain soon came back.

“Please Leo please… need you…” you mewled.

Without another word, Leo slipped two fingers into your soaked pussy.

“My my pet… you’re dripping…” Lesso lustfully purred.

You were so fucked out that you couldn’t even register the red heads words. All that you could think about was how good her fingers felt inside your aching cunt.

“Yes yes yes!!” You cried out, as she picked up the pace of her thrusting.

You screamed out, “Fuck Leo M’mmm gonna—!!”

But your orgasm crashed into you before you could finish your sentence. Your whole body was spasming and you felt something else snap inside you as well. Your eyes shot open, as you felt a warmth coating and running down your thighs. You immediately went to cover yourself out of embarrassment, your cheeks flushing red.

Lesso was quick to pull her fingers out of you, and stopping you from hiding yourself.

“Don’t so that… Let me see you…” Lesso pressed, slightly concerned she may have hurt you.

And then she saw your thighs and the desk.

“I… I didn’t… I don’t…” you stuttered, completely out of it.

“Oh pet…” Lesso caringly purred, “You only squirted, that’s all…”

Your face flushed a even deeper shade of red.

“Nothing to be ashamed about, sweet pet…” Lesso cooed, “You did so well, baby…”

With that, Lesso scooped you up and brought you to your shared bed. The second your body hit the mattress, your body gave out on you. But Lesso was right there, holding you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you drifted off into sleep.

~~~

[uses-for-fics]

Happier | Adam x Reader x Eric Bouchard

I hope you’re happy

The air on set felt familiar, but it wasn't comforting. YN was finally set to star in the next superhero film of the year and yet, the weight of past memories hit her the moment she stepped foot onto the soundstage. She hadn’t seen Adam since their messy breakup, and now here she was—playing opposite him in a film they once dreamt about together. The past hung heavy between them, though she tried to stay focused on her job.

Across the room, Adam caught sight of her. His breath hitched. She looked the same—better, maybe but it was that same look that reminded him of all they’d lost. This was supposed to be the opportunity to fix things, to make amends, but her unreadable expression told him otherwise.

I wish you all the best, really

"Hey, YN," Adam said, trying to keep his voice steady as he approached her. “It’s been a while.”

YN turned to him, her professional smile doing little to hide the awkwardness. "Yeah, it has," she replied, keeping her response short, like she knew where this conversation could lead.

Adam’s heart leapt. Here she was as vibrant as ever. It felt as if no time has passed and yet he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her. “So, how have you been?” He smiled at her.

She inhaled. Hoping this conversation would just end already. “I’ve been good. Just working, you know how it can be.” The tension was palpable, anyone near them could feel it.

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

Adam nodded, blind to how the actress felt. He wanted to keep talking, find something to say but was cut short by the director, Eric cutting in.

“Excuse me Adam, I was just wondering if I could steal Miss YN from you for a second?” Eric smiled. YN posture immediately changed. Adam didn’t want to let her go but he couldn’t also just stand around all day trying to find the words to say to her.

“Of course! She’s all yours.” Adam watched her walk away with Eric, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. This was supposed to be the moment they reconnected. He ran his hand through his hair, realizing how much he still wanted her, even after everything. As his eyes followed her, he saw it, her hand resting casually on Eric’s arm as she laughed at something he said. There was an ease, an intimacy between them that made Adam’s stomach churn.

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

In the days that followed, Adam tried to shake the growing jealousy gnawing at him. It wasn’t just that YN was with Eric. It was that she was happy. Really happy. He watched her on set, how her face lit up when Eric was near, the way she leaned into him. The casual touches that came so easily between them.

“She’s moved on,” he muttered to himself in his trailer, staring at his reflection in the mirror. That didn’t stop the thoughts that followed him like a shadow. He’d always been good at keeping his feelings hidden, but seeing her with Eric tore at him. He remembered the late nights, the shared dreams. He remembered her. Now all he could do was watch from a distance.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go.

He caught sight of YN and Eric again. The jealousy twisted in him, the knowledge that someone else now knew her in ways that used to be his. He clenched his jaw, battling between wanting to fight for her and accepting that she had moved on.

One day, after a particularly grueling scene, Adam couldn’t take it anymore. He found YN alone in the hallway, sitting quietly as she looked over her script. Now was his chance.

“YN,” he began, voice soft but steady, “can we talk? Really talk?”

She looked up, eyes meeting his, sensing the weight of his words. “Sure,” she said, closing her script. “What’s on your mind?”

“I know things ended... badly between us,” Adam started, “but being back here, seeing you again—it’s made me realize that I never stopped caring about you. I thought... I thought maybe we could fix things.”

An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean. Remember when I believed, You meant it when you said it first to me?

YN sighed, her expression gentle but sad. “Adam...”

“I still believe we could have something,” he continued, his voice cracking slightly. “I know we had our problems, but I’m different now. I can be better.”

She took a breath, shaking her head softly. “Adam, I don’t know if we can. We had our time, and I’ll always care about you, but... it just didn’t work between us and I think, deep down, you know that.”

Adam’s heart wrenched. “You seriously can’t tell me you don’t feel this.” He tried reaching for her hand. She pulled away before he could touch her.

“Adam I’m sorry, but you’ve got to realize, I’m happy, much happier than before. You’ve got to understand too, you’re the one who ended it first.”

He wanted to argue, to tell her she was wrong. That there was no possible way she’s moved on already but the sincerity in her eyes stopped him. There was no malice, just the truth. She had moved on. She had found someone who made her happier than he ever could. As she got up to leave, Adam felt the sting of her words.

So find someone great, but don't find no one better

As the final days of filming approached, Adam found himself retreating into his own thoughts. He watched YN and Eric openly enjoy each other’s company, the secret of their relationship no longer a secret at all. It hurt, but he was starting to accept it. She had moved on, and he needed to, too. YN deserved her happiness even if it wasn’t with him.

The last scene of ‘Tecto’ was a quiet one. As Eric called cut and the crew cheered on for their final day coming to an end, Adam turned to YN. They stood in the applause, the weight of everything that had passed between them still lingering.

“I hope you’re happy, YN,” he said softly, his voice sincere this time. “You deserve it.”

She smiled at him, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. “Thank you, Adam.”

Eric stretched his arm out to YN, she took a hold of it. YN began to walk away, she gave a quick turn to look back at Adam. “I really hope you find happiness too.”

She continued to walk away hand in hand with Eric, Adam felt the bittersweet weight of the moment. He wasn’t the one who made her smile like that anymore, but that was okay. Adam smiled through the pain, knowing that it was time to let her go.

You’ve moved on, found someone new

[shadowsandshapes]

[Spicy] FFTB | CH 10: Secrets Among the Sheets (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: Dabi shares his secret and is in dire need of some comfort afterward. Things get a little heated between the two of you. Contains: Mild Angst (Dabi's Past, yknow), Comfort, SPICE, MINORS I WILL STAB YOU IF YOU INTERACT, Dirty Talking, Cursing, Dabi This Isn't How You Deal With Your Emotions But Goddamn Are You Hot, Dry Humping

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“We gotta have a talk you and me.”

That’s something you never want to hear after waking up in a dude’s bed.

You turned to face Dabi as you pulled one of his old T-shirts over your head. He was on the bed, keeping his eyes averted as you changed out of last night’s clothes and into some of his spare duds. Whatever was going through his mind had his leg feverishly bouncing up and down against the mattress. He wasn’t as violently anxious as last night but the sight still raised your apprehension. You approached the bed – laying a hand on his knee. That seemed to do the trick. The shaking stopped. Dabi looked up and sucked in a deep breath, his azure eyes struggling to hide their inner turmoil. This was serious. He opened his arms for you. While the gesture came across as hesitant and tense, you accepted – crawling into Dabi’s lap with your bare thighs on either side of his body. The tension in his bones had him feeling so fucking wound up, but your presence helped to ease the pressure.

“Okay,” you said, nestling up against him. “Whenever you’re ready.”

A meaningful silence followed. You could hear Dabi’s heart beating behind his ribs. Frantic and uncertain. There was so much he had to tell you – he was just looking for a place to start. Somehow, holding you tighter made this easier. His hand landed on the small of your back, finding support. Both physically and emotionally. Trust had to start somewhere, Dabi realized, and he had a lot of catching up to do for the shit he’d put you through.

“Before you…before we do this – you should know everything. Little while ago you asked me why I joined the League, yeah?” Dabi started, waiting for you to process the information. You nodded, allowing him to continue. This next part was even more difficult to say. “Touya – my name’s Todoroki Touya. Endeavor is my father.”

Your blood turned to ice. “The new number fucking one? That Endeavor?”

“Yeah, I know.” Dabi chuckled, recognizing the horrified look on your face. A vehement bitterness and cold hard pain tainted the sound of his laughter. “The bastard’s obsessed with surpassing AllMight but he’s too fucking weak to do it himself. Too egotistical to look past his own shortcomings. So? He forced his delusional dream onto his kids. I was the oldest and also his biggest failure. Trained me so hard a threw up. Beat me and my siblings. And mom. Pushed me to do more and more and more until – I wasn’t good enough anymore. My body couldn’t handle the heat –” 

He raised his arm. You followed his movements – heart aching as you watched his eyes harden into a hateful stare at the numerous burns on his skin. Dabi loathed his body and his mangled appearance so much, you could barely stand the way he cursed it with his next breath. “Look at me. Look how fucked up my face is. I don’t even recognize the kid I used to be anymore. My old man doesn’t even recognize me anymore…”

This wasn’t about his body. He sighed – taking a moment to get back on track. It was about Endeavor. About retribution. “When Shoto was born...no one cared about me anymore. It killed me. He was everything to me, you know? All I wanted was for him to be proud of me. Stupid fucking kid. Couldn’t see him for what he really was. Fucking monster. I joined the League to take him down. I needed resources and connections. Shigaraki and the League could give me those.”

You sat quietly for a moment – processing all he had told you. “Holy fucking shit, Dabi…” was all you could muster at first. That was one hell of a story to process. It tugged at your very soul to hear him speak about his past. No one should have to face such injustice from their own flesh and blood. A myriad of emotions coursed through your body all at once. You couldn’t rationalize this. There was no reason this should have happened – yet it was human nature to attempt to find one. When you finally settled on a feeling to accept, you pressed your lips together – biting back a curse. Lashing out was not the answer right now. Not when Dabi needed you. You steeled your fury. For now. 

He waited for your pity. For you to give him those big, tearful eyes that made him feel inadequate in every way. Sympathy was usually what most humans resorted to upon hearing of such a tragedy. Dabi didn’t want you to think he was weak – but he needed to get through this anyway. If you were going to be together, you needed to know the whole truth. That included the broken, battered and bruised state of his soul. Your soft, warm hands cupped his cheeks, forcing him to confront your judgment head-on. What he saw was surprising. Your eyes were burning hot. Furious. Filled with an anger he had only considered himself capable of. 

It swirled in your gaze as you held onto Dabi’s face, your gentle fingers soothingly tracing the edges of his scars. “Whatever you need from me – I’ll do it. We’re gonna make him pay, yeah?”

“I’m gonna go up against the pros, sweet thing. Top of the charts, the Hero Commission and the entire goddamn police force that comes with it. Are you sure? You wanna stay with me?”

“Dabi, I don’t give two shits who we have to take down. I’m doing this with you.”

You weren’t lying. Dabi’s eyes searched every inch of yours for any sign of bullshit but found none. It wasn’t as relieving as he had hoped. If you had just rejected him, Dabi could have forgotten about you. But you weren’t like that. 

In keeping with the tradition of making nothing but trouble for him, you weren’t going to abandon him.

“Fuck – I was really hoping you wouldn’t say that,” Dabi admitted with a chuckle. “You’re making it real hard on me to stay away from you, you know?” 

You rolled your eyes before planting a quick kiss against his cheek. “I don’t want you to stay away from me, hotshot. Wouldn’t have asked you to take me home if I did.”

A small smile formed on Dabi’s lips as he pulled you closer, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder. “Even though I look like a literal diseased nutsack?” he asked, just a hint of humor to his tone. That was good. You both needed a laugh after the bombshell he just dropped.

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Buddy – you could look like a moldy peach and I’d still gladly devour you.”

Dabi was staring at you now. Grinning from ear to ear as he ruffled the top of your head. His eyes, previously dull and heavy with anguish, now gleamed brightly again. “You have a way with words, princess. So fuckin’ romantic – I’m swooning.” You grumbled at him half-heartedly, swatting at his hand with a quiet curse for messing with your hair. “One more thing: no one else knows about this and I’d like to keep it that way until the time is right, okay? This is between you and me.”

“Our secret,” you nodded. “Scout’s honor…or rather scoundrel’s honor, I suppose.”

You sat in his lap for what seemed like an eternity. The silence between you felt comfortable. Dabi’s hands rested on your bare thighs – their heat soaking into your skin as they kneaded the flesh. He couldn’t help himself. Something about you wearing his shirt was simply mesmerizing. The way the fabric rested against the curve of your breasts and pooled around your waist was so enticing. Inviting him to touch you more. Despite their inherent heat, you shivered beneath his fingers.

“Dabi –” you breathed out, “–you gotta knock that shit off, I’m – you just bared your soul to me…”

His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in to kiss your neck. Your startled gasp only served to fuel his desire. “Let me have this,” Dabi said with a chuckle. Fuck – you were cute like this. That bright blush dusting your cheeks enchanted him. It was just what the doctor ordered to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling in his guts. “Kinda feel like shit after talking about it. Can’t we have some fun?”

As he spoke, Dabi rolled his hips, grinding himself up into your body. With each deliberate motion, you could feel his cock hardening in his pants as it brushed against your inner thigh. Guiding you to move along with him to create more friction, Dabi firmly planted his hands on your waist and tugged. This wasn’t how normal people dealt with their emotions – you wanted to tell him that, but Dabi had a way of overwhelming your senses. You wanted this too. If it brought him comfort – why would you refuse? You let out a soft moan, unable to think of much else with Dabi’s hard cock prodding at your clothed sex. 

“Yeah, that’s it…that’s a pretty noise,” he praised. “Make me feel s’good. Faster, baby.”

You didn’t need more encouragement. His husky, broken voice was all it took for you to pick up the pace. With both of your hands clasped onto his shoulders, you shifted your weight to get a better angle. Dabi groaned out as you rocked your hips against him. You sounded so sweet – panting heavily in the crook of his neck as you struggled to catch your breath. It was driving him insane. He watched the edge of his shirt ride up your thighs and quickly moved his hands to the next exposed skin. Your thighs were so soft and warm. Perfect in every way. Every inch Dabi was allowed to touch was a blessing to his senses. The way your skin molded itself to his palm as he squeezed down, spilling in between his fingers, was mesmerizing. He didn’t know you could blush all over until he saw your thighs come alive with color. It was beautiful. You were gorgeous – grinding against his lap just for him. Doing your damndest to make him feel good. Dabi figured he ought to return he favor. You were doing so well. Moaning and gasping for air from just this over-the-clothes shit. It made him wonder what it would feel like to plunge his cock into your aching cunt.

Fuck – entertaining that fantasy only spurred him on more. Dabi was gonna ruin you. Make you take his cock until the only word you remembered was his name. Pound that pussy until it permanently remembered the shape of him, molded to him to be a perfect fit.

Dabi pulled you in – doubling his own efforts to grind up into you. “You’re gonna make me cum like this…you hear me? I’m gonna cum in these pants if you keep doing that. That’s how fucking horny I am – what you do to me. I can’t wait to fuck you stupid. Have you choking on my cock with that pretty, sassy little mouth of yours. Always talking shit. I bet you suck dick real good.”

The absolute filth that poured from his lips had your cheeks flaring up. You whined as your eyes zoned in on the wet stain permeating his jeans. A mixture of your own slick soaking through your panties and Dabi’s pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock. He was twitching wildly every time your desperate voice rang into his ear. The very sight of it shot a wave of arousal directly into your core. You lost control of your voice then – moaning and crying out for him. Dabi’s eyes widened as you threw your head back in pure ecstasy. 

“Shit – that’s hot. Yeah, keep it going,” he groaned out, bucking his hips with each word. “Keep it going, keep it g– Oh, fuck.” You watched Dabi’s eyes roll back – a shudder rocking through his entire body. The stain on his pants grew larger as his seed plastered itself against the fabric, some of it even leaking through to the other side. All you could do was beg mindlessly as you rubbed yourself against him. His slick went everywhere. Sticking to your bare thighs. Soaking into the cotton of your underwear, staining the base of your panties. You were so goddamn close.

“Dabi – please – I can’t –”

A scream ripped through the air – but it wasn’t your pleasured voice that interrupted your begging. You froze, a desperate moan dying on your tongue as you turned toward the source with pure, icy-cold horror running through your veins. 

“Tomuraaaaaaaaaaaaaa –” Toga stood just a few feet away in the doorway to Dabi’s room, with the door wide open and a deranged, toothy grin on her lips. She cast her voice down the hall at full volume, alerting the entire League of what she had found. “(Y/n) is back and she’s fucking Dabi!”

In the distance, you could Shigaraki’s voice rising up above a chorus of chatter: “Pay up Spinner, you owe me a 20.”

A/N: Toga 🤝 Me, cockblocking you (: Is this the literary equivalent of edging? I reckon so. I did say this was a slow burn, didn't I? Hope you enjoyed a little taste of what is to come in the (ahem) climax of the story.

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[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-twelve

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: this one's kind of ehh, hoping to get to the real drama soon.

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The rain pelted against the glass window, the moonlight spilling over my bed as I slept soundly, the sounds from the current storm easing me into the dark slumber. My phone was perched on the table next to my bed, no new messages or phone calls from the one person I had spent the night texting. 3 texts in total I had sent Bucky, with no response. 

Please tell me that you’re going easy on Parker. 

Remember he's a kid. 

Happy Birthday, Bucky. I hope you got to do something fun. 

After spending all night waiting to hear from him, I decided to stop feeling so pathetic and get some sleep. 

Four loud, persistent knocks echoed on my front door which roused me from sleep and I groaned while rolling out of bed. 

Three more knocks. 

“I’m coming!” I grumbled as I reached the door. 

As it was fully opened, a gasp fell from my lips at the sight in front of me. 

“What the fuck, Bucky?!” 

He leaned against the door frame with his hands deep in his pockets, water from the rainstorm falling off the ends of his hair onto his suit jacket that was now soaked. But that wasn’t what I cursed at; it was the blood pouring from an open wound on his cheek. 

“I was told that there was a present for me to open here,” he smiled cheekily at me. 

I turned away from him briefly to look at the clock on the wall behind me. 

12:32 A.M. 

“It’s not your birthday anymore,” I informed with my hands on my hips.

Bucky stood straighter with a hiss of pain. “Can I come in please?” 

I chewed on the inside of my cheek before stepping to the side, allowing him to step inside.

“What happened tonight?” I asked. 

Bucky sighed. “Parker grew some balls and thought that it would be a good idea to get the jump on me.” 

I cupped his chin to get a better look at the wound on his cheek and sucked in a breath. 

“Well, it looks pretty deep, but I don’t think you’ll need stitches. What did he hit you with?” 

Our fingers linked and we walked down the hall towards my bathroom where I instructed Bucky to sit on the edge of the bathtub while I rummaged around for the first aid kit. 

“A fucking wrench. He found it on the tool bench in the basement of the office.” 

I stifled a laugh. 

“It’s not funny,” Bucky muttered. 

“A little bit,” I shrugged before standing between his legs, bringing his chin up towards me. 

Even with the lowlight from my bathroom, his eyes were so bright and I found myself swimming in them, they were as blue as the ocean or the day sky. 

“Sorry.” 

Bucky looked at me with confusion but yelled out a few curses when I pressed the cotton ball soaked with peroxide on his wound, his vibranium fingers digging into the bare skin of my thigh. 

“Oh, stop being a baby,” I chastised him. 

“It fucking hurt,” Bucky insisted. 

This time I couldn’t hold back the laugh that fell from my lips and continued to clean his wound and the dried blood from his face. Silence fell between us, Bucky watching me with his intense eyes and his hands sliding up and down my legs, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. 

“What happened to Peter?” I forced myself to ask. 

“He finally learned his lesson and won’t be dealing on other’s streets anymore.” 

The coldness behind Bucky’s voice caused me to shiver with worry and he noticed. 

“I didn’t kill him,” he reassured me. 

“Good,” I nodded while throwing out the bloody rag. “All finished.” 

I went to step away from him but Bucky wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. His cheek pressed into my stomach and with a soft sigh, I ran my fingers through his hair. 

Bucky hummed in content, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“How was the rest of your birthday?” I asked. 

“Natahsa ended up going out with friends,” Bucky said. 

I couldn’t help but feel angry. It was her husband's birthday and she chose to go out with friends instead of doing something with him? 

“That’s kind of shitty,” I said. 

Bucky looked up at me. “I was the one who told her to go out with them. There was something else important I had to do.” 

Vibranium fingers sneaked up underneath my night shirt and began tracing over the skin on my back and I realized he was talking about me. 

“Can I ask you something?” I traced a finger alongside his jaw. 

He nodded so I continued. “Why are you with her if you don’t love her?” 

Bucky stiffened in my grasp. 

“Whenever she's around, I’ve noticed that you never tell her you love her,” I observed. 

“It’s complicated,” he hesitated. 

My lips pulled in a hard line and I nodded while detaching myself from him, getting the feeling that he didn’t want to answer my question with the truth. 

“Y/N,” Bucky stood to his feet. “I want to tell you but I’m afraid of what you’ll think.” 

I motioned between us. “I don’t think I have the right to judge someone on their actions when I’m literally your mistress.” 

With the both of us now standing, my bathroom that I thought was large suddenly felt small as Bucky stepped closer to me. 

“It was an arranged marriage. Our fathers knew each other growing up and they promised us to each other,” Bucky stated. 

“Oh,” was all I could say. 

I was unsure on what to say exactly. Their entire marriage wasn’t built on love but an arrangement. Why would he still be with her? 

“Why are you still with her then?” I wondered. 

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “I may not love her, but I still care for her. It’s hard for me to actually love someone, if I’m telling the truth.” 

My heart dropped out of my ass at his revelation. If it’s hard for him to love anyone, then what was the point of this? Was there even a future for us? 

I mentally smacked myself at those thoughts. 

You’re the fucking mistress, Y/N. There is no future for the two of you. 

“Doll,” Bucky noticed my demeanor change and lifted my chin with a finger. “I’m trying to be honest with you. Please don’t be upset.” 

My bottom lip trembled as I let out a shaky breath, blinking away the fresh tears that pooled in the corner of my eyes. 

“I understand. But you know what, I’m actually really tired. Can you lock the door on your way out?” 

I avoided his gaze so Bucky wouldn’t see the tear that spilled over my cheek, the saltiness falling on my tongue.  

He let out a broken sigh. “I was hoping to stay for a bit.” 

I shook my head, still keeping my eyes trained on my bare feet. “I don’t want to have sex tonight, Bucky. I’m not in the mood.” 

This time he palmed my cheek and I softened into his touch, finally gazing up at him. 

“I don’t care about that,” he shook his head. “All I want to do is lay with you for a while, that’s all.” 

Bucky’s eyes were my kryptonite, how large they were as he silently begged to stay. I let out a quiet breath and finally nodded while linking our hands together to bring him into my room.

[justice-maul]

Quit Teasing~ Mammon x Dom Male Reader

Word count: 1,083

Request: Can you plz make sub!mammon x dom male reader. I personally think that mammon has a praising kink , so if you can a praise kink i would like that :D Hope you a good day/night Love night-anon

Author Note : sorry this took me so long this wasn’t proof read so sorry for any mistakes or spelling errors english isn’t my first language I hope you like this cause I sure as hell had fun

Warning(s)⚠: Sub/Bottom mammon, praise kink, grinding, fingering (character receiving), dumbification, a little bit of drool, and breeding

It all started innocently enough,

you were helping mammon study and he finally got a question right and all you did was pat his head and tell him

“Good job Mammon” and his face immediately heated up and turned red up his ears.

It was way too obvious not to notice so instinctively you grabbed the shell of his ear and rubbed it

and he immediately shivered before jumping back from your hand as you had just attacked him

“What’d you do that for!” He shouted more embarrassed than he was angry You looked at him shocked before a smirk filled your face.

“Do you like being praised Mammon?” You asked holding his chin up and staring him down

“N-no of course not!” he said turning away but not trying to leave your touch

“Aren’t you cute when your nervous” you chuckled at him watching as his face flushed an even deeper color

Which just made you laugh more before you pulled him in and kissed him softly as he immediately leaned into the kiss melting into you

During the kiss, you reached down to his legs caressing his upper thigh as mammon wrapped his arms around you

You pulled him towards you making him straddle you as you made out with him and he moaned into you

“You’re so pretty like this” you whispered to him in between breaths watching as he pressed himself into you

You grabbed him by his hips grinding him into you and he continued to moan into the kiss, moving with your hands

You took your hand off his hip and grabbed his ass “keep making those cute noises for me” as Mammon leaned into your neck trying to muffle his voice

You pushed him onto the bed and he landed on his back as you positioned yourself between his legs watching as he tried to shut them

“Leave it.” You told him in a stern tone and grabbed one of his legs as he finally stopped, and you can see his hard-on now in full display

“What are ya thinking” he finally managed to get out staring up at you with dilated pupils and a messed-up top

You reached over to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants as mammon blushed harder and helped you by lifting his hips

You grabbed him through his boxers as he hid his face behind his arm and softly whimpered before pulling off his shorts

“Good job Mammon just relax for me like that” you praised him as you started rubbing up and down his leg before spreading his cheek and groaning at the sight

In front of you was Mammon red as ever whimpering as his cock and ass were exposed for the world to see, his dick stood proudly completely hard as his pretty pink hole glistened

You grabbed some lube from your bedside table using it to ease your thumb into his hole as you groaned at how much he clenched around you

“You’re so wet and loose here, god” you groaned as you replaced your thumb with your finger and watched as he pressed himself against your hand

You inserted another finger and then another scissoring him while enjoying your time as Mammon couldn’t handle it anymore

“P-please stop teasing me..” Mammon said covering his face as he let moans that his hands couldn’t stop from coming out

You looked up at him as he whimpered loudly and chuckled to yourself as you pushed your knuckles deeper

Mammon let out lewd moans as you fingered him faster and took your fingers out before unzipping your pants

You pulled out your cock and tapped it on his hole that was twitching and clenching around nothing

Mammon watched you with half-lidded eyes as you pushed your cock into his still-tight hole feeling as he clenched around you before relaxing while letting out a long and low moan

“Move, please” you hummed as he tightened around you once more before you slammed into him roughly as he mewled

You let out a groan pulling back out and slamming into him once more as Mammon practically screamed from pleasure

You rammed into him hard over and over again holding him by his hips before moving to his thighs and pushing them for a better angle

You moaned lowly as you bottomed out completely staying like that for a second as you made sure Mammon was ok moving strands from his head

“You feel so good Mammon, your so fucking tight” you practically moaned out giving him slow and deep thrusts as he whimpered at the praise combined with the movements of your hips

You completely pulled out before turning him over and pushing his face down, ass up as you slammed back into him hard

you put your hands on his waist and used them to help you with your thrusts as you moved almost animal-like as you pounded into that one spot repeatedly

“You so pretty like this Mammon I can see every curve in this position” you’d aid rubbing him up and down exploring his body before settling on his chest

You played with his nipples tugging and rolling one in your hands as you moved your hand to cock stroking him in sync with your thrusts

“You’re so good for me” you whispered in his ear bitting down on the shell as you were later with his cock repeatedly hitting his sweet spot

“Oh f-fuck” he whimpered out in a small voice posing the strength to talk as you completely wrecked his hole he cried out mewls whimpers moans and incoherent words

You turned his face to the side kissing him and shoving your tongue down his throat and grabbing him by his neck before letting go watching as he let a bit of drool slip out

You held him by his shoulders and pushed into him bottoming out and releasing inside as Mammon spilled out everything on the bed collapsing

as you thrust into him slower and deeper this time you pulled out groaning and spread his cheeks watching as your cum spilled out of his ruined hole which was now red puffy, and gaping

You kissed Mammons back to calm him down before cleaning him up and cuddling him to sleep forgetting about the work you had to do

You knew Lucifer would be furious but you didn’t care you just wanted to spend time with your first great Mammon

~The End~

[halfmoondaze]

Maybe Jack and reader have their first argument and she’s scared he will leave her, because she is used to people leaving her. His hearts break and he assures her that he loves her and won’t leave her because a small argument 🥺🥺 so angst into fluff?

Please Don't Leave Me

”Are you even listening to me?” Jack said as he ran his hand through his curls growing frustrated.

“I am. I understand your work is demanding, but I feel like I’m being pushed away and I miss you, I-"

“-I can’t do this anymore”

“Where are you going?”

“I need some time alone. This isn’t going anywhere”

And before Y/N could protest, he was gone.

Jack didn’t want to admit it but for the past weeks, they’ve been going through a rough patch. They’ve always been good at communicating with each other, but as of right now, there was a clear space between them.

This all became evident when Jack started canceling their plans, to get his album done. But as this turned into an ongoing thing, she couldn't help but think he was avoiding telling her he had grown bored of her and wanted to leave her.

It was all driving her to the edge. It was something Jack never got to see, as well as all those nights she would cry herself to sleep.

Jack stormed out of their shared apartment, but he didn’t get that far. He found himself parked in an empty parking lot as he tried to cool down. He had no choice but to get out of the apartment, to avoid saying something he’ll regret. He didn’t want to lose her.

When he arrived back at their place after being out for less than an hour, he entered the dark foyer, which was unusually quiet. For a moment, he thought Y/N had left, up until he heard the muffled cries coming from the kitchen.

As he quietly entered the kitchen, his heart broke at the sight of Y/N sitting on the kitchen floor hugging her knees silently crying.

He kneeled on her level and in that moment, she sensed his presence and slowly gazed up at him revealing her bloodshot eyes, wet cheeks, and red nose.

“Jack?”

“Hey” he softly said sitting next to her on the floor.

“I'm sorry I made you upset, please don’t leave me” she whispered.

At that moment, he swore he could feel his heavy heart break into a million pieces. He couldn’t help but feel like the biggest fool in the world for making her think for a moment he would abandon her.

He held her in his arms as she cried in his shirt.

“Why would you say something like that?” he asked.

“You left. I thought you weren’t coming back” she said between sobs.

“Hey, shh shh its ok” he said holding her close and kissing the top of her head continuously. “I’m the one that should be apologizing. I was being an idiot and I didn’t want to listen”

They held into each other until Y/N calmed down and her breathing pattern went back to normal. Then, they went to bed with Jack holding her close to his chest.

“Y/N?” he whispered.

“Hm?”

“Why would you think I would abandon you over an argument?” he softly asked.

At that moment, Y/N told him about how growing up, since she was a child, she always felt abandoned by those closest to her including her family.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that. I would never leave you over some small argument. I love you. And I'll make sure you feel loved as long as Im here”

And for the first time, Y/N felt validated for feeling that way. As for Jack, he made sure Y/N never had a reason to think he'll leave, even if that means having to reassure her of it every single day for the rest of his life.

She soon eased into his touch and before they knew it, they fell asleep.

[boowanie]

Pairing: Radio Host!Mingyu x Radio Host!reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Word count: 8k+ (grab a snack)

Warning(s): Pining (it hurt my soul writing it) and suggestive + Gyu calling you a good girl (pls)

Summary: After years of hiding your feelings for a certain dark haired boy with the sweetest smile, a purple envelope gets in the way of your process of moving on from him.

“I think you’ll always remain in my heart as a simple reminder of what could have been if things were different for the both of us. I wish it was simple to move on and forget about you but after years of trying, my mind sometimes wanders back to you and how you’re really doing even when I know your heart isn’t healing like mine because yours was never broken in the first place. Just mine.”

You wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up and take you as far away as possible from the studio. Why you may ask? The sole purpose of your embarrassment was in the form of a piece of paper that was sitting right in the hands of your co-host, Mingyu.

You internally cringed again when you remembered that night you dropped the letter outside the studio, dazed and confused with your heart aching at the thought of someone you loved so dearly when you were eighteen. It was a drunken mistake to send the letter to the studio, you knew that, but with the alcohol fueling your body to do the most stupidest thing you and Soonyoung could think of, you grabbed a piece of paper laying on the floor and began writing down the story of how Kim Mingyu broke your heart. 

You remember waking up the following morning with a throbbing headache and the urge to puke your guts out until flashbacks of the night before came barelling into your mind. That morning was, in other words, full of regrets and praying to whatever was out there for your letter be hidden under the piles of notes the studio usually receives.

However, on Monday morning while Mingyu was gathering the letters to read on Friday, he came across yours that was signed off anonymously and to your relief, your handwriting was barely readable with how drunk you were that night. It instantly caught Mingyu’s eyes because no one has ever sent in a letter that didn’t scream love and being in love. Thus, on Friday night and much to your surprise, you recognised the purple envelope with your messy handwriting and you swear you could have puked at the sight of it. 

Mingyu pouted his lips as he read the last sentence of your letter — a sight that had your heart skipping a couple of beats and your hands clammy at the thought of him ever finding out who the “anonymous” sender was. You bit your lip as a long pause passed over the studio, even Dokyeom who was usually the most talkative out of the three of you was silenced by your letter. The quietness in the studio didn’t last very long as multiple messages began to pop up on the screen in front of you and Mingyu.

“Well shit, I came here for a good time and now I’m heartbroken.”

“My heart goes out for anon.”

“I wonder what happened to them.”

“One sided love is the shittiest but anon, hang in there!!”

You watched as Mingyu frowned and furrowed his eyebrows at the numerous comments who told you to get over it because “they’re probably not even thinking about you anymore” which made the ache in your heart deepen, it it were even possible. Maybe, just maybe, you should ease the pain in your heart and forget that you ever fell for someone like him. But you couldn’t and now years and a radio segment later, you were still very much attached to Kim Mingyu and you had no idea how to escape.

“That’s some heavy shit for a Friday night,” Dokyeom commented, a frown also evident on his face as he scrolled through the other comments flooding in. Another one caught your eye and you prayed again that none of your co-hosts would see it. But as if the universe was against you, Dokyeom pointed it out.

“Someone said we should go and find anon and ask them to talk about it.”

You whipped your head around to glare at him but Mingyu was already jotting down some notes on his notebook for next week’s radio show. 

Find anon..maybe.

And just like that, your saliva caught in your throat and the next thing you knew, you were coughing like there was no tomorrow while Mingyu and Dokyeom patted your back. There was no way in hell you were agreeing to reveal yourself. If things turn out for the worst, you could lose your friendship with Mingyu and even worse, your secret of loving him would be revealed out in the open.

“Thank you for listening to today’s segment! Radio romance will be back next Friday,” Mingyu announced, still patting your back in concern. Dokyeom passed a water bottle over to you and you chugged down the remaining liquid that was inside to tame your beating heart and your shaking hands.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to find the sender of that letter. What if they don’t want to be found? We accept anonymous letters for a reason Mingyu,” you said, a tinge of desperation lacing your voice. Dokyeom slipped out of his seat and left before an argument could break out between you and Mingyu, the head writers and hosts of the radio show. 

Mingyu shook his head at you and picked up his notebook and jacket. You followed him out of the studio booth in hurried steps to catch up with him. While you attempted to smack some sense into Mingyu, Sana was observing the two of you from the opposite booth, a small smile playing on her lips as she shook her head. Sana was the most observant out of the people working in the studio and she knew the lingering touches and stares that Mingyu and you exchanged. She even thought you and Mingyu were dating but you profusely denied it and she knew right then and there that you were hiding your feelings from him.

“I mean Mingyu is kind of right, I think they should find the anon who sent the letter if they want to gain more and more listeners but yn is also right, the sender sent it anonymously for a reason,” Dokyeom said, nibbling on some breadsticks that Sana usually hides underneath her table incase Jihoon ever walks in while she was eating in his precious studio.

“I think it’s too risky,” Sana concluded as she watched you walk away from Mingyu who was barely giving you attention while you practically begged him not to pull through with his decision of trying to find the sender. 

“Why would you say that?” Dokyeom asked. Sana grinned back at him before patting his back and calling it a day.

“Just because.”

—

The bustling streets of Seoul did nothing to distract you from your thoughts as you followed Mingyu to a breakfast place that was near the studio. He called you and Dokyeom for an impromptu meeting with the promise of free food to keep you and Dokyeom from complaining about losing sleep. You dragged your feet inside and collapsed on the chair near the windows. Dokyeom was soon resting his head on your shoulder while Mingyu rolled his eyes at how dramatic the both of you were being.

“It’s literally 10 am. Everyone’s awake by now,” Mingyu grumbled as he flicked through the menu. You and Dokyeom dismissed his words and ended up leaning on one another, both of your eyes closing as you slowly drifted back to sleep.

Mingyu huffed at his co-workers and lightly smacked the two of you with the menu he was holding. Dokyeom gasped in shock and you grumbled under your breath. “What was that yn?” Mingyu asked, a smirk playing on his lips. You rolled your eyes and flicked him off.

“I said you’re an asshole for dragging me out here so early in the morning.”

“Don’t be so dramatic sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart my ass,” you scoffed, grabbing the menu out of his hands. Your mouth soon watered at the different food listed out. You were definitely going to get revenge on him by ordering the most expensive dish they had.

“Why did you call us out here anyway?” Dokyeom finally asked while dropping his head on your shoulder again. You shrugged him off, the weight of his head starting to numb your skin slowly.

“Off you dork!” you pushed his head aside and crossed your arms in front of your chest as you waited for Mingyu’s answer. Mingyu could feel the burning stare you were giving him so he avoided looking at your direction when he revealed that he really really wanted to find the sender. It made your heart stop momentarily.

“Why are you so keen on finding them anyway?” you asked, fidgeting with your fingers under the table. Mingyu turned to look at you and he picked up on the way you bit your lower lip, a habit he noticed whenever you were nervous.

“Just because,” he shrugged. You rolled your eyes at his answer and bit your tongue to prevent yourself from spilling any more words than necessary. You looked away and stared at the menu again, your eyes zeroing in on the most expensive pancakes you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“Can I get pancakes and an iced americano?” you looked up at him innocently. Dokyeom yawned as he also picked the pancakes making Mingyu’s eyes widen at the price. You giggled when he muttered something under his breathe before walking to the till to order your food. 

It wasn’t long until he was seated again. His eyes scanned you while you watched people pass by absently through the glass window. He spotted the eyebags looming underneath your eyes and your chapped lips that urgently needed the soothing effects of a lip balm. Without much thought, he plucked out his own lip balm out of his pocked and tapped your hand with it. You looked away from the dog that was nudging its owner with its paws and stared at Mingyu who was pointing at your lips.

“What?”

“Your lips are so chapped. It’s saddening to look at.”

You rolled your eyes again and grabbed the lip balm from him. Unbeknownst to you and Mingyu, Dokyeom was silently watching the two of you with curious eyes and a growing smirk. Now he understood why Sana was looking at you and Mingyu with a fond smile. It was like watching a married couple fight over each other’s well being.

“I think you two would make a great couple,” Dokyeom blurted out of the blue. The lip balm fell from your hand and on to the table while Mingyu’s heart stuttered at his words. Mingyu lowered his head to hide his growing blush while you smacked Dokyeom with your hand as you complained about the fallen lip balm.

“You’re being ridiculous, you dumbass.”

“I mean..you’ve known each other for years. You clearly care about each other and you’re both single,” Dokyeom stated. 

“That doesn’t mean we’d make a great couple,” you stuttered out under your breath but Mingyu caught on to your words and he felt a pang of hurt hit his chest. 

“Why wouldn’t we?” he suddenly asked. You stopped picking at the piece of tissue in front of you and Dokyeom gripped the hem of shirt as he eyed you both with curious eyes.

“I-”

Before you could reply, the waiter walked over to your table with the food Mingyu ordered. The conversation was long forgotten as Dokyeom and Mingyu started eating their food. You couldn’t stop the fluttering of your heart even as you ate in silence. 

Why would he say those words?

After finishing up with breakfast, Mingyu finally spoke about the anonymous sender again.

“I’m willing to find them on my own if you don’t want to be involved yn.”

You wiped your lips with a piece of tissue and gulped before answering him.

“No it’s fine. I’ll find them with you.”

—

Soonyoung and Seungkwan were the only people that knew about your undying feelings for Mingyu. They were also the ones that helped you through your one-sided heartbreak when Mingyu introduced you to his girlfriend years ago. It was on the same day that you finally gathered enough courage to confess to Mingyu but of course, Mingyu beat you to it and broke your heart (unintentionally) instead.

“I’m so sorry I forced you to write that stupid letter,” Soonyoung muttered, leaning his flushed cheeks on the palm of his hands. You watched Soonyoung’s head slip through his hands and land gently on the table as the alcohol lulled him to sleep. Seungkwan distributed another round of shots in attempts to make you feel better. You grabbed Soonyoung’s glass and downed it with the shot Seungkwan had given you. You gulped down the bitterness, the taste lingering on your tongue even when you took a sip of Seungkwan’s chocolate milk.

“Why won’t you just confess to Mingyu?” Seungkwan finally spoke up after minutes of just listening to you and Soonyoung’s conversation. You blinked away the incoming waves of nausea and, maybe, tears that were beginning to line your eyes. The thought of having to confess to someone you’ve liked for years seemed to be so daunting to you now. The thought of rejection and your friendship ending with Mingyu was something you didn’t want to go through and you were somewhat glad that you never got to confess to him when you were eighteen. 

“And lose my friendship with Mingyu?” you scoffed, “i’d rather not.” Seungkwan rolled his eyes at your stubbornness and unwillingness to let your emotions free even if it meant that your heart would break.

“But what if, just what if, he actually likes you too?” Seungkwan questioned, handing you another shot of soju. You tipped the glass back and gulped the bitterness down your throat. You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle. With the wave of your hand, you stood up and made your way to the bathroom to splash your cheeks with cold water.

“I doubt he’d like someone like me,” you muttered under you breath as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. 

Once you were done trying to cool your warm cheeks, you went back to find your two bestfriends passed out on the floor. Seungkwan ended up face down on the floor while Soonyoung was still in deep sleep with his head propped up on the table. You smiled at the sight and began to pick up the bottles of soju off the floor. It wasn’t long until your phone started to vibrate in your pocket. You looked at clock hanging on your wall and your brows furrowed at the time. Who on earth would be calling you this late?

Much to your surprise, Mingyu’s caller ID came into view and your finger hovered over the screen. You didn��t know whether you were in the right state of mind to answer him but you had a feeling he was calling you about work. You swiped your screen and pressed your phone gently against your ear. You leaned against the counter in your kitchen and waited for him to speak.

“You’re up this late?” he asked softly. You sighed, running your fingers through your hair as you cleared your throat. 

“I’ve been drinking with dumb and dumber,” you greeted back. You heard Mingyu chuckle softly on the other side and you swear nothing sounded sweeter than him. 

“What’s up?”

“I wanted to ask if you were free tomorrow. We should probably start looking for the sender since a lot of our listeners are starting to ask about them,” he said. You closed your eyes momentarily and wondered if your decision of helping him find you was a good idea. What if in the end, everything becomes messy?

“Do you really think finding the sender is a good idea?” you asked for the very last time. You heard Mingyu let out a sigh. He had his reason and even though he didn’t want to tell you why he was so keen in finding the sender, he knew he could convince you somehow with it.

“It’s just that I can relate  with the sender,” he finally revealed. You felt your breath hitch in your throat and the drowsiness leaving your body. He has never spoken about his love life after his ex-girlfriend broke up with him. He would often brush any questions off regarding his love life and you saw the bitterness etched on his face whenever his love life was being discussed by some viewers. 

“H-how?”

“That’s a story for me to keep and for you to never find out you, sweetheart.”

—

You cradled your head in your hands once you placed your seatbelt over you. The sun beaming through the windows did nothing but make the pain coursing through your temples worsen as Mingyu’s car drove past various buildings. You sat in silence and massaged your temples in small circles. You could sense Mingyu’s scolding bubbling in his chest but he stopped himself so that your headache didn’t worsen any further. As his car rounded another corner, he finally spoke up which startled you in the process. 

“Why did you drink so much alcohol with dumb and dumber?” he asked, watching the traffic lights carefully.

You groaned when he tapped your leg with his hand, urging you to answer his question. You finally opened your eyes and before you could complain about the brightness of the sun, Mingyu pulled down the sun visor to stop the light from shining into your eyes. You took the bottle of water that he placed on your lap when you got into his car and drank some water to help with the nausea you were feeling.

“We just felt like it,” you stated. Mingyu scoffed at your words and started to drive again as soon as he saw the green lights appear in front of him. It wasn’t long until you noticed how his hand stayed on one of your thighs, rubbing it gently with his thumb. 

“Tell dumb and dumber not to bother you during the weekdays so I don’t have to deal with a hungover co-worker,” he said, stopping the car in front of the coffee shop you frequented at during college. Your eyes widened at the sight and you stared back at Mingyu who was already getting out of the car.

“You coming or not?”

You both decided to sit as far as possible from the windows because of your pounding headache. Once you were seated in a more secluded part of the coffee shop, a wave of memories came flooding into your mind which left you smiling to yourself as you looked around. You noticed that they changed the colour of the walls but the books that were on the shelves remained the same. 

Mingyu was staring at you subtly behind the menu, a soft smile creeping up on his face as he watched you look around the coffee shop. He initially wanted to work in the studio but after hearing your morning voice and your complaints about your pounding headache, he knew he had to bring you somewhere else which is why he decided to bring you here - a place that held too many memories of your college days and the study sessions you would force him to join in along with your friends Wonwoo and Soonyoung.

A bitter smile adorned his face when he remembered his old friend Wonwoo. The memories of you and Wonwoo always sticking to each other like glue was something he wanted to forget. Wonwoo was once a precious friend, but after what happened five years ago, he parted ways with him. You, however, still kept in contact with Wonwoo, talking to him once in a while to ask him about his job and his growing child. You were clueless of what spiraled down between the two and you never confronted Mingyu about his decision of not keeping in contact with him.

“You ready to order yn?” he asked, stopping you from remembering more and more memories of you and Mingyu.

“I just want hash browns, sausages and toast,” you said. You flicked through their beverage section and you decided on a mocha to drink.

“Mocha would be nice too.”

When Mingyu came back from ordering at the till, he found you leaning against the wall with your eyes closed as you tried your best not to puke out the food you had last night. He shook his head and sat down beside you and gently pulled your head on his shoulder.

“You should know when to stop drinking,” he started but you hushed him when you wrapped your arms around his. He could feel his heart flutter at your actions but he stayed still, not wanting you to pull away from him. 

“If only things were different back then, I could’ve finally told you how I felt about you,” he whispered as quietly as he could. Due to how nauseous you were feeling, you didn’t pick up the words he said quietly and you assumed he was just scolding you under his breath. With each passing minute, Mingyu could feel the weight of your head get heavier as you relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

The last thing you remember was drifting off to sleep and a small recollection of waking up slightly as Mingyu placed you in the passenger seat of his car. After that, you continued to sleep and even when Mingyu placed you down on his bed. Once he let you down on the bed, he went back to his car and retrieved the takeaway boxes that held the food you and him were supposed to eat along with the coffee cups he ordered. He placed them on the kitchen counter and decided that he would heat them up once you woke up from your nap.

He let you sleep for the rest of the day until you stirred on his bed and got up groggily. You were surprised to wake up on a bed and even more surprised when you looked at the picture that was on the nightstand.

“Why am I on Mingyu’s bed?” you whispered to yourself whilst flinging his covers off your body in shock. 

From the living room, Mingyu heard the faintest shuffles in his room and when he looked towards his bedroom, he found you standing outside with a shy look on your face. You tried to stutter out an apology but all the words got stuck in your throat when Mingyu smiled at you from the sofa. 

“Was I asleep for long?” you asked, padding your way towards Mingyu who patted the space beside him on the sofa. You sat beside him, leaving a small gap between the two of you. Mingyu noticed the gap and pulled you into him. Maybe it was due to the remaining alcohol in your system or the tiredness that was coursing through your body but you let him engulf you in his hold. 

“This is nice,” you quietly mumbled.

“It sure is,” he whispered back, letting the silence help you drift back into slumber. And soon enough, you were softly snoring on his chest and Mingyu decided to pull you down with him so that you were both laying comfortably on the sofa.

“Good night, sweetheart.”

—

“So you and Mingyu never got around on trying to find the anonymous sender?” Sana asked while she poked her salad. You nodded as you swallowed your food. You noticed a small smile playing on Sana’s lips when you looked up. You always had an inkling that she knew about your feelings for Mingyu. How could she not when you always looked at him with adoration in your eyes.

“Is there something you’re hiding from me yn?” Sana finally asked, placing her fork down on the table. Dokyeom who was supposed to enter the kitchen halted his movements. He moved his head closer to the door to listen in on your conversation with Sana, the nosey side of him getting the better of him. 

“N-nothing,” you stuttered but that did nothing to hide the fact that you were nervously biting your lower lip - a habit they noticed whenever you were put in to situations that you didn’t like.

“You know first and foremost that I’m your friend before I’m your co-worker right? And if you ever need to talk about anything, I’ll always be here for you, right?” Sana said. Your heart swelled at her words and for the first time in your life, you let your guard down in front of another person besides Soonyoung and Seungkwan.

“It’s a long story but if you’re willing to listen, I’ll tell you,” you smiled. Sana nodded, leaning forward to prop her head on her hands.

“You have all my attention, sweetie.”

You met Mingyu during orientation week. You were a nervous eighteen year old who was trying to maneuver past the bodies of students that seemed to tower over you in every corner of the hallway. It was your first day of orientation and even with your lucky necklace that hung around your neck, it did nothing to hide the nervousness on your face. Luckily for you, Mingyu spotted you in the crowd of students. He, too, was nervous but with the little bit of courage he had in him, he walked over to you and introduced himself as Kim Mingyu. 

You were one to never believe in love at first sight but when Mingyu introduced himself with the smile you’ve grown to love, it was hard to stop your heart from beating wilding and your stomach from flipping in every direction possible. And once you’ve gotten to know him, you found out how much of a gentle soul he was albeit the clumsiness he displayed every once in a while. Along the way, you and him managed to befriend Soonyoung, Seungkwan and Wonwoo.

Ever since then, the four of you were inseparable. Mingyu and you often stayed back until the early hours of the morning to study which earned you and him a handful of scolding from your friends. It wasn’t until the second semester of your freshmen year that your feelings for him truly developed. 

It was a stormy day with classes being cancelled due to the floods that occurred in some of the lecture halls that you realised how you have fallen for your friend. You were studying in the comfort of your dorm room that you thankfully didn’t have to share with anyone when Mingyu called you. He sounded distressed when he spoke and with that, you told him you’d be over in a couple of minutes. Even though he tried his best to protest, saying it was hard to walk through the rain, you told him it didn’t matter and you trudged your way to his dorm building.

When he saw you from afar, he braced himself and ran towards you with his large umbrella.

“Are you crazy?” Mingyu yelled over the hard rain. You shook your head and laughed at him.

“You were scared so here I am,” you simply stated, grabbing his hand and pulling him back into his dorm building. You ended up staying the night in his room, hiding from his lurking RA. He gave you his clothes to change into and even offered to dry your hair himself. You obliged and that’s how you and him ended up watching reruns of your favourite shows on his bed whilst he constantly rubbed your arms with his hands.

“Thank you yn.”

“Hold up,” Sana started, “that’s kind of cute.” You shrugged as you drank some water. Sana urged you to continue and continue you did.

Your feelings for Mingyu deepened when sophomore year came around. Your group of four was still inseparable. Soonyoung and Seungkwan eventually dated some people in your course and with that came along their nagging towards your dating life. You never dated anyone, telling your friends that you would rather focus on your studies than have someone else distract you from them. But in reality, you were in love with Mingyu and he was the sole purpose of your refusal to date anyone. Wonwoo never dated anyone too as he was too focused being a pre-med student. Mingyu, however, was forced to go on blind dates by some of his classmates. But he never went past a first date much to your relief.

One day, Soonyoung and Seungkwan confronted you about your feelings and you ended up confessing to them about your crush on Mingyu. They laughed and ruffled your hair as you shied away from them in embarrassment. 

“I had a feeling you liked him,” Soonyoung winked, zipping his mouth and throwing the imaginary key behind his back. 

“Your secret’s safe with us.”

“Where’s Wonwoo now by the way?” Sana asked in curiosity.

You smiled sadly at Sana, “He’s in America with his little kid. His ex-girlfriend didn’t want the baby after she gave birth and left him and Jisung to pursue her dreams or whatever.”

“Is he still in contact with the boys?” 

“Just me, Soonyoung and Seungkwan,” you replied. 

“And Mingyu?”

“They never really told me what happened between them. Just one day, I woke up and they stopped talking to each other,” you said, a hint of sadness in your voice.

“What the fuck do you mean you like yn too?” Mingyu asked.

“I told you Mingyu, I like yn way before you even realised your feelings for yn!”

The two friends fought back and forth until Wonwoo stood up from where he was sitting and stormed out of the room. Mingyu confronted Wonwoo when he got home from his study session with you and Wonwoo ended up confessing that the feelings he had for you during freshmen year grew and now you were all he could he think about.

“I even told you about how I was going to confess to yn soon,” Mingyu yelled.

“It’s too late,” Wonwoo replied, “Yn said she doesn’t see any of us in that way.”

“What?” Mingyu stuttered, his heart sinking to his stomach.

“I told her how I felt and she said she only sees me as a friend,” he said. Mingyu got up and paced around the small space in their room. 

“And how do you know she has none for me?” Mingyu whispered.

“She said she would never see any of us as more than a friend,” he lied, despite knowing that you were holding feelings for Mingyu. He watched his friend’s head dropped, and the feeling of guilt slowly settled in his stomach as he watched Mingyu walk out of the room.

—

“Where’s Dokyeom?” you asked when you entered Mingyu’s car. You heard him sigh out in frustration and you stopped what you were doing altogether.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, watching as he leaned his head against the window. Dokyeom was supposed to go the coffee shop with you and Mingyu to work on the segment you guys were doing on Friday night. However, after hearing you and Sana’s conversation, Dokyeom decided to play cupid and ditch your meeting.

“He said Jihoon asked him to do some things back in the studio but when I asked Jihoon, he said he never asked him to do anything. And when I went back to Dokyeom’s office to confront him, he ran out and said he had to go,” he sighed, chuckling bitterly.

“I’m sure we can work on everything ourselves Mingyu. Maybe Dokyeom has an emergency to tend to and just didn’t want to worry any of us,” you comforted, patting his leg with your hand. 

“You can let me drive if you want? I don’t mind,” you asked, offering your hand out for the car keys.

“No no, I’d very much rather live for another couple of years,” Mingyu teased before starting the engine. You rolled your eyes and locked your seat belt in. 

The car ride was spent braining storming and reading some letters that your listeners sent in. Some of them were requests about the anonymous sender and some of them were love notes to Mingyu which made you and him chuckle.

“This one says, Mingyu please be my baby daddy,” you choked out through your laughter. Mingyu’s eyes widened at the note and found himself laughing along with you. You chucked the note on the dashboard and continued to read through more notes. Another on caught your eye just as you were about to pull up in front of the coffee shop.

“Hey Gyu, look at this one,” you smiled. Mingyu parked his car first before looking at the note. He leaned over, his face mere inches away from yours and you could feel the rapid beating of your heart. You could feel his breath against your skin as he chuckled softly at the note you were holding.

“Should we read this one out on Friday night?” you asked, tucking the note back into your notebook. “We can even show them the picture the woman sent,” you added. Mingyu agreed and you both headed out of the car and in to the coffee shop for some much needed caffeine. You ordered your usual while Mingyu opted for some green tea this time.

Once you and Mingyu were seated at your usual table, you began to discuss the radio show.

“We can read her letter out first, play some songs some of the listeners requested last week and then our usual q and a,” Mingyu jotted down small bullet points on his notebook while you listened to him.

“Then after, we can do a special segment on the anonymous sender from last week since their letter was a hit with the listeners,” Mingyu noted. You bit your lower lip as you watched him eagerly jot more and more notes down about the anonymous sender, without knowing that the person he was trying so hard to find was sitting right in front of him.

“Anything else you want to add?” he asked, looking up from his notebook. You shook your head quietly, and began to write some small notes for yourself. It wasn’t long until you were both done with your briefing for Friday’s radio show.

“Can I write a little piece for Friday by the way?” you suggested, your hands gripping the sides of your mug softly. Mingyu nodded as you shied away from his stare. You wanted to write a little piece for the woman that sent you and Mingyu that letter.

“What are you planning to write?”

“I just want to tell her how lucky she is to have found someone whom she could call her home,” you smiled at him, a look of longing lingering in your eyes. It didn’t go unnoticed by Mingyu but he decided not to ask you about it any further, knowing how much you hated talking about your love life. You tried dating people to forget about your feelings for Mingyu but with every person you met, they never really gave you that feeling only Mingyu could give. The only person that ever came close was a man named Jeonghan. But after a few months of dating, he could tell your heart belonged to someone else and he was willing to let you go so that you could truly be happy.

But here you were, still denying to confess your feelings for Mingyu in fear that he would never reciprocate them. Little did you know, Mingyu was feeling the same, but with the lingering thought in the back of his mind telling him that he could potentially ruin your friendship, he refuses to let his feelings be known.

Pining for someone that didn’t like you back really sucks, you both thought.

“Wanna get out of here?” you asked.

Mingyu nodded, “Chicken with beer?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

When you arrived at Mingyu’s house with a box of beer and fried chicken, you settled down in his living room. You sat on the floor in Mingyu’s sweatpants and hoodie since the outfit you were wearing was starting to get uncomfortable. He generously offered you his clothes, it’s not like it wasn’t the first time. You often wore his clothes during freshmen year, claiming that they were more warm than your own. Mingyu let you, liking the way his clothes framed your body.

As hours passed by, crushed cans of beer were now laying around your bodies as you two settled on the floor. You rested your head against his chest while his arms were wrapped around your waist. He was quietly humming a tune while you played with the strings of his hoodie. The silence that engulfed the living room was comfortable and you wanted nothing more than to stay there forever.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart,” he whispered as he closed his eyes. You stopped your movements and lifted your head up so that your chin was resting on his chest. You smiled softly at him, raising your hand up to his eyes and gently smoothening your finger along his eyelashes.

“Just thinking about that sender from last week,” you whispered back.

“What would you do if you were in their position?” you mumbled, your fingertips slowly moving across his lips to trace the outline of his lips. To your surprise, he pecked your fingertips softly. You quickly retracted your fingers and began to play with the strings of his hoodie again.

“What if I’m already in their position?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if I’m in love with someone I know I can’t have,” Mingyu breathed out, slowly opening his eyes to find yours that glistened with wet tears.

“Hey hey, what’s wrong sweetheart,” he asked, gently running his thumbs under your eyes. You shook your head and buried your face on his chest again.

“I think I’m drunk Gyu,” you chuckled lightly.

“We should sleep soon,” you nuzzled your head against the crook of his neck. Mingyu stayed silent as he rubbed your back lulling you to sleep so that you could finally rest. And once you did, he carefully pulled the blanket dangling from his sofa and covered you both with it.

“I’m in love with you yn.”

—

The studio was in full swing when you and Mingyu entered the building. Dokyeom was speaking to someone on the phone while Sana was gently tugging at her hair in frustration. You went to calm Sana down while Mingyu walked over to Dokyeom who finished his phone call. 

“Is everything okay?” you asked Sana, patting her back softly as you took the seat next to her. Sana looked at you with worry in her eyes which made you a little anxious as she continued to stare at you. She took your arm and led you into one of the studio booths, away from the boys that were talking in the lounge area. Once she was sure that the studio door was shut closed, she turned her body to face you. You tilted your head to the side and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you watched her walk back and forth.

“Are you gonna tell me or do I have to read your mind?” you teased, clasping your hands together. Sana stopped walking and marched over to where you were standing. She placed her hands on your shoulders and breathed in deeply.

“Dokyeom received two calls today from someone claiming that they saw you the night you sent in your letter,” she finally revealed. Your eyes widened at her words. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing for you were certain that the only person that was with you that night was Soonyoung who was drunk out of his mind and no one else. You were also certain that you brought your letter to the studio at an ungodly hour.

“They’re planning to bombard the comments section later on and it’s been driving me and Dokyeom like crazy.” 

You shrugged off her hands and sat on the sofa. What were you supposed to do? You hated the idea of confessing to Mingyu abruptly but the thought of someone revealing your secret to Mingyu and the rest had your heart sinking to your stomach. Why couldn’t you have just moved on, you thought. You sighed one last time before standing up.

“I-i have to go.” You pushed your way past Sana and once you were outside the booth, Mingyu and Dokyeom stared at you as you gathered your belongings and left the building without saying goodbye. Mingyu furrowed his eyebrows at Dokyeom who nervously shurgged, knowing why you left the studio without uttering a word. Sana interrupted his thoughts and told him that you weren’t feeling too well and that she would replace you for today’s show.

“She said not to follow her Mingyu,” Sana and Dokyeom stood in front of the door when Mingyu tried running after you. Mingyu sighed out of frustration and tried to contact your phone numerous times but all his calls went straight to your voincemail. 

“Come on Mingyu, the radio show is about to start in two minutes. We need to go in,” Dokyeom ushered him inside the booth with Sana following behind them nervously. Once the three of them were gathered around the table, Dokyeom sent a text to Sana.

DK: I’ll try to delete all the comments from that caller, you should keep an eye out for them too.

Sana looked up from her phone and gently nodded her head in agreement. She didn’t want her friend to be thrown under the bus and even though she wanted Mingyu and you to finally confess your feelings for one another, this wasn’t exactly the best way for Mingyu to find out about your feelings for him.

The radio show went by smoothly but Mingyu could sense the tenseness radiating from his two co-hosts. Before the radio show ended, the usual comments from the listeners started pouring in and Mingyu began reading them out. Sana and Dokyeom were too busy reading the comments incase the caller from earlier on decided to bring you up, that they didn’t notice Mingyu was looking at Dokyeom’s screen. He knew something was up with you, Sana and him. 

User_x290945: I saw yn drop in her purple envelope at the studio two weeks ago. Could yn be the one Mingyu is trying so hard to look for?

User_x290945: Why would yn pretend not to know who the anonymous sender of the purple envelope is?

Dokyeom’s eyes widened at the comments and he immediately tried to report and block the user, however, it was too late. Mingyu read the comment under his breath which caught the attention of both his co-hosts. This seemed to catch the attention of the other listeners which prompted them to bombard the comments section. Sana cleared her throat before ending the radio show quickly.

“We’ll be back next Friday!”

Dokyeom quickly turned off the microphones. “Please don’t do anything to hurt yn any further,” Dokyeom whispered before standing up to leave. Sana patted Mingyu’s back before following Dokyeom out of the studio.

—

“The person plastered my name all over the comments section and now some people are trying to DM me on instagram,” you sobbed through the phone to Soonyoung and Seungkwan. They tried to soothe you with words but even they knew their words had no effect on you. You blew your nose and chucked the piece of tissue into the bin before grabbing another piece from the tissue box.

“I don’t know how I’m going to look him in the eyes now. He’s probably doesn’t want to see me anymore,” you whispered softly. Before the two could reply, you heard knocking coming from your front door. In your state of heartbreak, you stood up and opened the door without checking who the person on the other side through your door’s peephole. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw Mingyu standing in front of you with is hands shoved in his jacket. He pushed past you and entered your apartment.

“I’ll call you both later,” you mumbled quietly. You wiped your eyes with your sleeves and walked back into your living room where Mingyu was quietly waiting for you. You both stared at each other in silence before he stepped forward and tugged you towards him. Your arms remained by your side despite Mingyu’s enveloping you into a tight hug.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered into your hair. Your eyes welled up again and you tried to push him away but despite your attempts, Mingyu held on to you as tightly as ever. It was as if his life depended on it.

“Because I know you don’t like me the way I like you,” you sobbed as your arms rested against your sides again. It broke Mingyu’s heart to hear your words because even after all these years and his attempts of moving on from you, you still had his heart the way you did when you were both eighteen. Even though he tried to convince his heart not to pursue you anymore, it still reminded him that you were the only person he loved so deeply.

“But I do yn, I love you so fucking much that it hurts me to hear you say that because after all these years, you’re still the person my heart is longing for,” he pulled away from you and placed his hands on your cheeks.

“I’ve liked you since day one and I realised I loved you after a year of knowing you,” he whispered, caressing your cheeks with thumbs to wipe the tears that kept staining your cheeks. “W-wonwoo told me that you only saw us as your friends so I backed away from the idea of confessing to you in sophomore year. That’s why I began dating other people but if I only knew, I wouldn’t have broken your heart like that,” he teared up.

You reached your hand out to wipe the tears that gathered in his eyes. Mingyu turned his head to the side and kissed your palm before enveloping you into another hug.

“I love you yn, I hope you still love me too,” he confessed.

“I do Mingyu, I still do.”

You pulled away from him this time and placed your hands on his cheeks before leaning in to capture his lips in yours. The kiss was filled with so much emotion and tears that came from you and him. He pecked you one last time before leading you into your bedroom.

He took his time removing his jacket and you watched as he climbed carefully onto your bed before hovering over your figure. You pulled him into another kiss, tugging softly at his locks.

“Are you not mad I didn’t tell you that the anonymous sender was me?” you asked in between each pecks.

“I’m just happy to be here with you baby,” he winked, leaning down to kiss your lips again. His lips travelled down to the skin of your neck which prompted you to lean your head to the side to give him more access to your skin. He nipped at your sensitive spot, moaning softly with every kiss he peppered along your skin.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” he asked gently against your neck. You let out a content sigh as he nipped the skin of your neck, unable to properly give him a response. However, he halted his movements and pushed himself up using his forearms that were on either side of your head.

“You gotta talk to me,” he whispered. You bit your lower lip as his intense gaze made butterflies erupt in your stomach. There was something about his eyes that seemed darker, almost as if he wanted to devour each and every part of you.

“I want this..I-i want you, Gyu,” you finally replied, pulling him down to capture his lips that perfectly fit against your own. The kiss was nothing but sweet with a hint of roughness around the edges as he pushed his lips harder against yours.

You felt his cold fingertips graze along your lower hip, flipping the hem of your shirt over before he pulled away again. You nodded as he looked at you for permission. He slowly dragged your shirt over your body, his fingers leaving a burning touch on your skin. In the midst of his gentle touches, you could feel your wetness gathering in your panties with every brush he lingered on your exposed skin, and with a flick of his wrist across your unclothed breast, you arched your back and moaned his name.

“P-please Mingyu,” you begged, a whine escaping your lips as he caught one of your buds between his lips. He suckled on the hardened bud, swirling his tongue around in circles until you were pulling at his hair.

“Please what, my love,” he asked, peppering kisses between the valley of your breasts. He sucked another purple blossom above your breast, admiring the noises that constantly left your lips with every mark he left on your soft skin.

“W-want you to love me,” you panted out. Your words made him pause his actions, his heart swelling slowly in his chest.

“I love you, sweetheart. Always have and always will,” he moaned as felt your knee press against his hardening member.

“Gonna show you how much I do,” he pressed a kiss on your lips, “I wanna make you feel so good, my love,” he continued, bringing his index and middle fingers towards the wetness that was soaking your underwear.

“You’re soaking,” he groaned, pressing harder against your clit.

“Gonna make you moan my name until you forget anyone else ever existed before me,” he said before roughly pulling your panties down.

“Now be a good girl and stay still for me.”

Eri’s note 💌: a little TMI but the first paragraph, which is part of reader’s letter, is actually something I wrote one night when I was trying to move on from someone I [readacted].