#it for the next one i take this much time i have to start TODAY and hope i get it done on time bc man......

[wonsiwon]

Jealous Over a Bunny? | p.sh

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sinopsis | where sunghoon finds himself unexpectedly jealous of a giant jellycat bunny. feeling ignored by the giant bunny, decides to give you something else to be entertained by: himself.

pairing | boyfriend!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre | established relationship, smut

warnings | pussy eating + fingering + nicknames + messy sex + no mention of protection.

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sunghoon didn’t think it through. at the time, it seemed like a cute idea—he knew how much you loved plushies, and the way your face lit up when you saw the giant jellycat bunny was totally worth it. but now? now that stupid thing had basically replaced him.

every time he came over, it was there. taking up space on your bed, always by your side, like some oversized third wheel. you’d hug it at night, bury your face into it, and sunghoon would just sit there, arms crossed, watching you get all cozy with a stuffed animal instead of him.

he’d tried to reason with you. maybe put it in the corner or something, he suggested once, already knowing you’d ignore him. and, of course, you did. the bunny wasn’t going anywhere.

that’s when it started bothering him more than it should. he’d lie next to you, barely getting any space, watching as you clung to that thing like it was the best thing in the world. and yeah, it was stupid to be jealous over a plushie, but here he was, glaring at the bunny like it personally offended him.

sunghoon sat at the edge of your bed, staring at the ridiculous plush like it had personally wronged him. it was stupid—he knew that. but the way you were practically draped over it, using its leg as a pillow while you scrolled through your phone, just pissed him off for no reason.

“that thing takes up half your bed” he muttered, eyeing it like it might move just to spite him.

you hummed in response, barely glancing up. “mhm. it’s comfy.”

sunghoon scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “you have a whole boyfriend, and you’re cuddling that.”

you finally looked up at him, your lips curving into a knowing smile. “are you jealous of a stuffed animal?”

sunghoon stiffened, the edge of his mouth twitching. “no.” he said quickly, maybe a little too quickly. but it was stupid, right? getting worked up over a plushie. still, he couldn’t help it. it felt like you were hugging it more than him these days.

sunghoon shifted uncomfortably, watching as you giggled, completely absorbed in your phone. it had been minutes since he arrived, and you hadn’t even looked up. the bunny had fully claimed your attention, and he was just… there.

before all this, he used to be the one you’d curl up with at night, the one you’d lay on after a long day, but now it was that stupid bunny.

he exhaled sharply, trying to push the feeling down. he wasn’t about to make a big deal out of it, but it did feel a little ridiculous. slowly, he slid onto the bed next to you, leaning back against the headboard with his arms still crossed.

“so..” he started casually “you planning on giving me any attention today, or should i just get comfy next to… mr. bunny over here?” sunghoon leaned in slightly, his voice softer now, a hint of playful irritation. “princess, you’re really going to make me fight with a stuffed animal for your attention?”

sunghoon watched as you slowly put your phone away, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when you crawled into his lap. he raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his nose.

“is this better?” you asked, your voice playful but soft.

before you could tease him, he tilted his head, closing the distance between you in one smooth motion. his lips brushed against yours, properly, slow, warm, and just a little bit teasing.

his other hand found its way to your jaw, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. he hummed against your lips, a low sound of satisfaction, as you curled your fingers into the fabric of his hoodie.

his kiss deepened, his tongue gently brushing against your bottom lip, asking for more. and when you opened to him, he took it as an invitation. you responded just as eagerly, your hands gripping the back of his hoodie tighter as his tongue traced the inside of your mouth, pushing you further into the kiss.

The subtle grind of your hips against his didn’t go unnoticed. sunghoon’s breath hitched, and his grip on your waist tightened, a low groan escaping him as he shifted to meet the movement. your body moved against his in a slow, feeling him harden beneath you. the kiss became all-consuming, hot and messy.

"you know.." he murmured, his voice low and husky. his lips found your neck, trailing hot kisses along your skin. you shivered, tilting your head to give him better access. “why don't we give your little friend a show?"

his hands roamed your body, and as your clothes fell away, sunghoon turned you abruptly over onto your stomach. you felt the soft fur of the giant bunny plushie beneath you.

"face down." sunghoon commanded as he swatted his hand against your ass, the sound of it ringing through the room. you let out a whine, burying your face into the plush belly of the stuffed animal.

his hands trailed down your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine. he leaned over you, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed soft kisses along your shoulder. you shivered, face still buried in the plush bunny's fur.

“look at you" sunghoon murmured, his hot breath tickled the back of your neck as he pressed himself against you, his hardness evident through his pants. "so beautiful."

he gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he slowly grinded against you. "you like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "feeling me, all hard and ready for you." his hand sliding down your belly to cup your mound through your panties. he rubbed gently, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm. “tell me what you want, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "tell me how you want me to fuck you."

you arched your back, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. Your breath hitched as his fingers traced the outline of your lips through the thin fabric of your panties. “please.." you gasped, your voice trembling with need.

sunghoon growled low in his throat, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. he pulled them down slowly, his knuckles brushing against your sensitive skin.

his hands moved to his belt, the metal buckle clinking loudly as he undid it. he slid the leather strap through the loops of his pants, the sound echoing in the room. you watched over your shoulder as he unbuttoned his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper. he pushed his pants down his hips, revealing his the waistband of his boxers.

you could see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric, the tip damp with pre-cum. he hooked his thumbs into the elastic, pulling his boxers down inch by inch. his cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head glistening in the dim light. he gripped himself at the base, giving his shaft a few slow pumps. then, with a wicked grin, he pressed the tip against your entrance, rubbing it up and down your slit.

you moaned loudly, your hips bucking back against him as he teased you with the tip of his cock. "that’s it, baby," he encouraged, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. "let me hear you." sunghoon chuckled, as he continued his slow torture, circling your entrance with his tip but refusing to push inside.

your moans grew louder, more desperate and just when you thought you might explode from frustration, he finally gave you what you craved.

with a smooth thrust, sunghoon entered you, filling you completely. your fingers clutched at the bunny's fur as pleasure coursed through your body. "fuck…” sunghoon growled, his voice thick with lust. "you feel so good, baby. so tight and wet for me."

the giant bunny plushie beneath you shifted with each thrust, its soft fur tickling your bare skin. you clutched at its ears, muffling your moans against its plush body.

you lift your head, meeting the bunny's innocent button eyes. the contrast between its cute appearance and the lewd acts being performed around it only heightened your arousal. you gripped its ears tightly, rolling your eyes when you felt his hands sliding up to grab your breasts. he squeezed them roughly, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

“shit, your pussy is gripping me so tight.” sunghoon panted, his hips moving at a frantic pace now. “im gonna fill you up, baby.”

"im gonna cum" you whine and he leaned over you, his muscular chest pressing against your back as he pounded into you mercilessly.

"come for me, baby” he commanded, his voice a low, seductive growl. the bunny plushie beneath you bounced wildly, its stuffing shifting with each aggressively thrust. tears streamed down your face as you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you sobbed, your nails digging into the bunny's fur.

with a final, deep thrust, Sunghoon buried himself deep inside you. but Sunghoon didn't stop. he gripped your hips tightly, flipping you onto your back. before you could catch your breath, he buried his face between your legs, his tongue delving into your dripping core.

“oh god” you gasped, your body arching off the bed.

sunghoon’s tongue delved into your folds, lapping at your juices like a man starved. He sucked on your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked entrance.

your legs trembled as he pushed you towards another orgasm.

“sunghoon, please..” you begged, your voice breaking. "I need...I need..."

he knew exactly what you needed. with a final, hard suck on your clit, he pushed you over the edge. you came undone, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. sunghoon didn't stop, his tongue and fingers working you through your orgasm until you were a sobbing, shaking mess beneath him. "that’s it, baby” he murmured, kissing his way up your body.

But he wasn't done with you yet.

sunghoon crawled up your body, his lips trailing kisses along your collarbone and neck. he captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, letting you taste yourself on him. you moaned into the kiss, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. he settled between your legs, his hard dick pressing against you again. you gasped, breaking the kiss to look up at him with hooded eyes.

"sunghoon, I don't know if I can..." you started, but he silenced you with another kiss.

"I'll be gentle," he murmured against your lips. slowly, carefully, he entered you, giving you time to adjust to his size. you whimpered, your nails digging into his back as he filled you completely.

he began to move, his thrusts long and deep, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each pass. you legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, faster.

sunghoon's piercing gaze locked onto yours, his intense stare sending shivers down your spine. his sharp jawline was clenched, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his pale skin as he moved above you. you couldn't help but admire the way his biceps flexed with each thrust.

his dark hair was messy, falling across his forehead, and his full lips were parted as he panted with exertion. but it was his eyes that held you captive - the way they burned with desire, the way they drank in every inch of your body as if committing it to memory.

"you're so fucking gorgeous," he moaned. "I could spend hours just looking at you."

sunghoon's thrusts slowed, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. his breathing grew heavier, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

“fuck, baby..” he gasped, breaking the kiss. "im gonna cum. im gonna fill you up so fucking deep." he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin. his hips snapped forward, driving into you with a final, deep thrust. you felt him pulse inside you as he reached his peak, his release warm and thick as it spilled inside of you.

sunghoon collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and spent. he panted heavily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. he rolled off you, flopping onto his back beside you. He threw an arm over his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath.

you lay there, a trembling, satisfied mess. your hair was a wild tangle, sticking to your sweat-dampened forehead. your lips were swollen and bruised from sunghoon’s kisses, your neck marked with hickeys. you looked utterly destroyed.

he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“you okay?" he murmured, his voice filled with awe and tenderness. you nodded, snuggling against him.

"im perfect." you yawned, your eyelids growing heavy. sunghoon tightened his hold on you, his hand continuing its gentle caress.

his gaze drifted to the bunny, a small smirk played on his lips as his mind raced with dirty thoughts. he pictured you, naked and alone, grinding against the bunny plushie, your hands exploring your body as you pleasured yourself. he imagined the way your breasts would bounce, the sounds of your moans filling the room. he felt his cock stirring again at the thought, eager for more.

“what are you thinking about?" you asked, noticing his distant gaze and the growing bulge in his lap. he snapped back to reality, a smirk spreading across his face.

“nothing much” he lied smoothly.

[jeongin-lvr]

cw. very mean! seung, pussy slapping + fingering, talk of punishments, reader is a brat.

sweet loving boyfriend Heeseung who’s had enough of your attitude and finally decides to put you in your place. he doesn’t want to— “it hurts me more than it hurts you, baby,” is what he said when he shoved you over his lap. his eyes glaring as he lifts your already impossibly short skin over your ass, exposing your pantie-less pussy, already leaking and puffy. he almost cusses before you start to try to wiggle free, too used to getting what you want around him. not today. he’s put up with your exasperating attitude with grace before, but he was tested too much, too far.

he raised a hand and laid a hard wack against your right ass cheek, earning a loud yelp and then a whine from you. you wiggled more, fighting his iron clad grip. but he was too strong, there wasn’t any use in trying. “no, baby, I don’t think you understand. you’re getting punished. stay the fuck still.” you whined again at his words, peeking over your shoulder at your mean boyfriend; attempting your best watery, puppy-eyed stare. though he’s already made up his mind, there’s no use trying to escape your fate.

“this is what happens when you don’t fucking listen to me,” Heeseung raised his hand again, slapping your other cheek, already displaying deep red coloration on your skin, “do you get it now?”

you pouted, clutching his jeans hard while he took your silence as an answer. “no?”

another smack to your ass, “first you go and sit on Jake’s lap… next I find out you’re not wearing any panties… and now you’re not taking your punishment. I’ve been patient with you haven’t I?” you could tell he was really pissed off. the way his eyes widened and his nostrils slightly flared with every slap he brought down in your ass. one cheek after the other, making you yelp from the sensitive pain from the stinging handprints. Heeseung gritted his teeth, “actin’ like a slut… I’ll treat you like one then, hm?”

“n-no—“ you attempted a rebuttal but nothing came, instead you squeaked as his hand slapped hard against your clit. a change from your ass, now slaps landed on your clit and leaky pussy. making the moment all the more erotic.

“don’t argue with me, brat. you’ll only worsen your punishment,” Heeseung has never called you brat before. the sound of his rolling off his tongue in such harsh syllables shouldn’t have made you as wet as it did, “how many slaps do you think you deserve on this slutty lil’ cunt, hm? 20? 30?”

you shook your head with a somber whimper, “Heeseung—“

“nope,” Heeseung laid a particularly hard slap against your throbbing bundle of nerves, aching and red from all the hits he’d given, “45 should be good, right? maybe that’ll knock some sense into that slutty little brain of yours.”

you cried, a real sob escaping your throat as he laid the first slap, “count.”

you proceeded to count, the reality sinking in that your usually sweet, dedicated boyfriend was being serious. you’d fucked up.

“one… ah, two, three— f-fuck, four,” You felt breathless with every word, tilting your head forward and resting your cheek against the couch cushion. Heeseung laid slap after slap until he reached his goal number, your nimble and weak voice arousing him much more than he ever thought he would be. “…45… Seungie, please…”

Heeseung didn’t respond but you could hear shuffling, he was moving something. you peered around and stared at him, meeting his glare, making your heart sink.

“m’ sorry,” you breathed.

“m’ sorry too, love, but you brought this upon yourself,” Heeseung quipped, gliding his hand over your disgustingly wet entrance, up and down your slit with the same cadence he bore when he usually fingered you. though this time the throbbing ache of your clit from all the hits was making your brain fuzzy.

“cum and I’m not fucking you for a week,” he spoke as a warning before slamming his fingers into your slick hole, his palm ramming into your pelvis harshly, “got it?”

you nodded weakly, regretting your prior decisions.

[saeist]

what people don't know about sae itoshi is that despite being known as the nonchalant final boss, he's actually the most chalant person known to man when it comes to his lover

it's quite hilarious really. people who know about your relationship usually come to you and ask how the soccer super star prodigy has been treating you but you always answer the same— he's treating you well

although people don't really buy it. the way sae acts around you in public is rigid at best. yes, he's your boyfriend and yes, he loves you very much but when you two are out and about, media outlets just can't help but publish articles about how the famed middle fielder is totally "an emotional unavailable partner" (sae reports every single article about this btw)

sae itoshi is a man of few words. letting his actions talk for him is one way to put it

but behind closed doors? it's another story

it might be considered a legend that the sae itoshi is actually a pretty hands on boyfriend. in fact, sometimes it becomes a little too much when he dotes on you so much

one time you texted him that you had a headache for a while now and you almost forgot who you were texting the second he replies that it's because you didn't do this and that today

[3:14 PM] mi corazón: ? [3:14 PM] mi corazón: did you drink water today? i didn't see you drink before i left for training [3:15 PM] mi corazón: have you eaten? fucking hell don't tell me you "forgot" to eat again because you were caught up at work? [3:16 PM] mi corazón: wya? i'll order you food. ask your shitty co workers what they want too so i can treat your department while i'm at it. tsk [3:17 PM] mi corazón: tsk. what will you do without me [3:17 PM] you: sae... it's just a headache.... it's hot out today [3:18 PM] mi corazón: you forgot to bring the fucking umbrella i got you from pasotti? [3:19 PM] you: ykw i don't have a headache anymore [3:20 PM] mi corazón: read 3:20 PM

another time was you had joined him into going on a hike with his friends (shidou and aiku) and you accidentally had spluttered mud all over your legs

aiku and shidou were kind enough to stop so you could clean yourself up but you simply brush it off and say that it's part of the nature experience of hiking but sae thought otherwise

he grabbed a wet wipe from his backpack (another hc: he comes prepared like a boyscout with shit like this like personal hygiene shit💀), kneels down behind you and starts wiping the mud off your legs

much to everyone's surprise

"be careful next time" sae mutters, wiping the last bit of mud on your calf before disposing the now dirty wipes away

when you don't say anything, sae looks up and raises a brow

"what?"

he then watches your eyes motion to the bystanders being aiku and shidou, who both had their jaws dropped to the floor

who knew their little soccer super star friend could be this down bad to their lover?

sae immediately gets up from the ground, brushing his trousers as he clears his throat. as if that could erase that beautiful moment shared with you from aiku and shidou's minds

"tsk. don't make a big deal out of it" sae clicks his tongue in annoyance as he leads the pack back on the trail. consciously ignoring aiku and shidou's loud giggles and teasing

sae knows damn well that they won't ever live this down but who cares. if it's you, he'd do anything in a heartbeat

a few weeks pass by and my, was sae was right. those two idiots did not in fact live it down. so much that they just had to leak it to the media that the nonchalant final boss, sae itoshi isn't the final boss to nonchalance after all

the first thing he sees on his phone was a new article posted by pop base

[EXCLUSIVE] SAE ITOSHI ISN’T EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED AFTER ALL? JUICY INSIDERS SCOOP!

when he takes a peek at the article (before he reports it), it was oddly specific and detailed about that one hiking trip you had a few weeks ago. he didn't have to put two and two together to figure out who these "juicy insiders" were

"god damn it" sae clenches his jaw as he continues to skim through the article

suddenly sae hears you burst out laughing from the living room

oh no.

sae trudges to your shared living room with your own cup of kombucha for the day and sees you laughing your ass out while reading the same article

"stop reading that" sae groans, settling down the cup on the coffee table. he takes a seat next to you and leans his head on top of yours

"they're right you know" you giggle, reading the article "for a guy who acts all cold and collected on the outside, you sure are the exact opposite on the inside"

sae rolls his eyes, "gee. i wonder where they got that information from. i'm going to kill both of them" he mutters, pertaining to shidou and aiku

"you're just embarrassed that you've been exposed for the secret lover boy you are"

"they don't need to know what goes on behind closed doors" he points out. true

"okay lover boy. whatever you say" you laugh, holding your hands up in surrender. there was no point with arguing with sae when it comes to shit like this

there's a moment of silence after that. you glance up to catch sae quietly looking at you. like he was all caught up in the moment within your shared humble abode

"jesus. you really are down bad" you gasp quietly, covering your mouth pretending to be shocked. sae snaps out of his little trance hearing your words and flicks your forehead

"am not!"

"are so!"

"no!"

"yes!"

"i love you" you interject, catching sae slightly off guard

you meet sae's eyes as they soften. he simply shrugs and wraps an arm around your shoulders as he pulls you close to his chest

"and i love you more— now stop reading that stupid article before i report you and that damn news media outlet"

"sae!"

[writingsbychlo]

MY EVERY VALENTINE | MATTHEO RIDDLE

SUMMARY: you and mattheo reflect on your lives together and your previous valentine's days. WORD COUNT: 3423 NOTES: this was so cute to write, honestly it just flowed so easily. I just started typing and couldn't stop, I hope you all love it.

The door to the bedroom clicked open with a quiet snick, dragging across the plush carpet. Glancing up from your book, Mattheo smiled at you tiredly, and you tucked your latest up against your face, peering at him over the rim and biting your lip where he couldn't see. 

You’d told him many a time before, and you’d gotten used to this view, seeing it every day for over the last decade, but that would never stop you from admiring your husband. He’d always had muscle, always been tall and well-built and handsome, but the years had only added to it all, fatherhood and marriage had only enhanced it. 

His once sharp, clean jawline was now constantly stubbled simply from lack of time in the mornings for regular shaving, and his curls were grown out, unruly as they created a thick head of untamed hair on his head now. The first of the silver streaks were beginning to shine through, like pretty highlights through the darkness, silver linings on storm clouds, but no matter how many poetic comparisons you made, he still hated them. 

The Quidditch-toned muscles of his body had padded out with the muscles of toting around all of your children and their baggage and games and toys over the years, swinging around your sons as they laughed, carrying your baby girl everywhere on his back and in his arms. A smattering of dark hair ran down his chest now, and a familiar, untamed trail below his navel dipped into his worn in plaid-pyjamas bottoms as he stretched. 

Whiskey eyes caught your own, sleep ebbing out of them as he smirked instead, sliding off his slippers and padding over to the bed. Crawling up along the covers, he plucked the book from your hands, folding it closed and placing it on your bedside table, before leaning in. Hot breath brushed over your lips, the smell of his cologne washing over you as your face tipped up to face him, blinking innocently as your lips skimmed his. 

“Easy bedtime, today?”

“Everyone went out like a light.” He murmured, dipping his head a little more, to steal a proper kiss from your lips, and you sank a little further into the pillows. He followed, supporting his weight over you, caging you in with his arms and legs as he held himself up, “Now, it’s our time.”

“Mmh,” You whispered, lifting a hand to brush through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

He laughed gently at that, before finally closing the distance, and you sighed happily into his mouth as it sealed over yours. After all these years, the passion never went aware, the fire never dulled, only changed from a roaring inferno to a simmering blaze. No longer did you have the frantic rush of youths, the eager race to undress one another and fit in as much as you could into stolen moments. Instead, you had the rest of your lives, to take your time, to savour each and every moment you could steal away together. 

As his tongue swept across your lower lip, pushing between them and into your mouth to taste you, his hand shifted. One lifted, one staying to hold him up, and he skated a large palm along your body, tracing your curves in that familiar way that made what spark along your nerves. Finding the hem of your t-shirt, he tucked it underneath, tracing his knuckles along the skin of your lower stomach, light enough to make you gasp, make you shiver, the muscles twitching involuntarily at his teasing touch. 

“Careful, Matty,” You grinned, reluctantly parting your mouth from his, and trailing kisses along his stumbled jaw instead as he panted above you. “It’s those same moves that got you in trouble last time.”

His rumbling laughter was felt in his chest, and sounded breathily next to your ear as he dipped his head to nip at your neck in ways he’d long since memorised to drive you wild. “Trouble, huh?”

“Well, that’s one to describe the gift you left growing inside me, hm?”

He retreated from your neck, a wicked grin on his lips. He didn’t have a response, you both knew you were right, and so he conceded with a far hotter kiss to quiet you and empty your mind of thoughts. Arching up into him, he pulled a moan from you as his hand slipped further up, higher under your shirt, dragging the material with him across your ribs until the tips of his fingers were brushing the undersides of your breast. 

“Matty…”

“I know, baby.” His voice had dropped an octave, gone hoarse in that way that made your head spin, promises of things to come that would leave you sleepy and dazed and utterly spent, and you were once again biting your lip in anticipation. He dropped back to his knees, mouthing down across your chest, skipping over the bunched-up material at your collar and dropping his mouth to your stomach. He kissed over stretch marks and scars, your eyes fluttering shut and your head pressing into the pillow as he licked and kissed at every insecurity, showing you just how beautiful you were, and always had been, in his eyes. 

Just as his breath ghosted over one pebbled nipple, his dark gaze meeting yours as you lifted your head, his expression reading as nothing short of ravenous, there was a quiet knock at the door. You both paused, took a breath, and watched as the lustful fire stuttered out in his eyes and worry replaced it. 

Clearing his throat, you sat up in bed, tugging your shirt back down into place as the knock sounded again. 

“Come in,” He called, rolling off of you and onto his side of the bed, just as the door opened. Standing in her little pink nightgown, Emmeline Riddle looked heartbreakingly adorable with her teary eyes and wobbly lip. Clutched under one arm on her hip was the huge stuffed bear Uncle Theo had given her for her birthday, and she pushed the door open a little wider with the other. “Oh, Emmy. I thought you’d gone to sleep.”

“I tried, Daddy.” She whispered, padding silently across the carpet to his side of the bed, and letting him hook under her armpits to tug her up into his lap. She sniffled, eyes going glassy again as he used one big hand to smooth down the side of the rumpled curls she’d been lying on. “Something moved. I heard it move. There’s something under my bed.”

“Something under your bed?”

“A monster. Atti told me so, he told me that that used to be his room, and he had to move out because the monster scratched him and that’s why there’s a scar on his leg!” With that, she burst into tears, rubbing at her eyes as you huffed out a breath through your nose. Tucking her head under his chin, Mattheo shushed her calmly while sharing a look with you. 

Despite how protective her brothers could be, your second-born had taken a particular liking to winding up his sister as she grew old enough to understand and hold onto fears. He’d already managed to scare her away from feeding the ducks by talking about lake creatures that dragged little girls to the bottom and scared her half to death by talking about the giant spiders in the forest at Hogwarts after she’d found one in the shed the other day. Now, another one. 

Kissing the top of her head, Mattheo wrapped his arms tighter around her, snuggling her in close to his body, and the sight warmed you. 

“Do you want me to come and check? I promise you, Emmy, there are no monsters. Atticus is just trying to scare you.”

“But I heard something move, I saw the shadows!”

“It was probably just one of the cats, sweetheart.” Mattheo pulled back, tucking her hair out of her face and delicately wiping her cheeks. “You trust me, don’t you? You know I’d never lie to my baby girl.”

“I trust you.” She wobbled out, but you knew it was true. From the moment she’d come into this world, Emmeline had been a daddy’s girl. It was Mattheo whose chest she’d slept on, Mattheo who was the only one who could soothe her when she got colic, and Mattheo who she sought out after nightmares. He was her everything. “You’ll check?”

“I’ll come with you, and show you. Then I’ll tuck you in again, okay?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, a clear sign she’d be willing to return to her room, but only if she carried him. 

You’d have to work on the carrying thing soon, she was coming up five and she couldn't keep demanding he carry her everywhere, but for now, it was worth it. You were still only just reinforcing the sleep-in-your-own-bed rule, after all. He indulged her far too much. 

He stood with her in his hold, her legs dangling over his arms and swinging in the air as she sought security in his embrace, and he glanced back at you. “I’ll be back soon. And tomorrow, I’ll talk to Atticus. Again.”

“Maybe we should call Uncle Tom.” You smirked, and Emmeline raised her head. “That’ll get through to him, won’t it, Emmy?”

“Uncle Tommy will make sure Atti doesn’t scare me anymore?” She whispered, nodding as she thought about it. “I think you should call Uncle Tommy, daddy.”

“Well, if both my girls think so.” He teased, pinching her nose, and she giggled, scrunching her face up and snatching at his fist for her nose back as they walked out. You listened to them go, his deep voice fading alongside her giggles as they disappeared through the house. 

In the aftermath of your almost moment, your heated skin cooled, leaving behind a chill in its wake, and you rose from the bed to tug on a hoodie, that you’d long since forgotten whether it was yours or Mattheo’s. It smelled like you both, and fit comfortably enough, and was cosy. It was more than enough for you. Marking your book page properly with its bookmark, your eyes lingered on the clock beside your bed, showcasing just how much had changed over the years. 

Barely nine PM, and here you were, ready for bed. Ten years ago, you’d been spending this night in a tiny dress and tall heels, body pressed up to Mattheo in a sweaty club with music pounding through the floor as you danced your way through Valentine’s evening drunk and carefree. 

Not that this life wasn’t perfect too, just different. But just what you’d always wanted. 

That being said, it wasn’t late, and you weren’t beyond fun yet. Pulling on your slippers and making your way downstairs, you had chosen a bottle of wine from the rarely touched rack and grabbed two glasses when Mattheo came padding down the stairs. Poking his head into the living room, he smiled when he found you, and came over to join you on the couch.

He didn’t need much in the way of invitation, he took the bottle from your hands and uncorked it with a pop, before pouring you both an excessively generous glass. Settling back into the plush cushions, his arm stretched out behind you, offering you a place to curl into his body, and you took it. Tucking your feet underneath you and bringing the glass too, you settled into his side as his arm wrapped around you. 

“I love you so much. You know that, right?” 

He peered down at you curiously, a fond expression on his face. “Of course I do. You know I love you just as much, don’t you.”

“Of course I do,” You murmured, “I just couldn't remember the last time I said it out loud.”

“You don’t need to say it out loud for me to know it’s true, baby. I know you love me, I’ve loved you long enough now that I’d be able to tell if something changed between us.”

“Nothing is ever going to change between us, Matty.” Your vow made his expression soften further, his face melting into open adoration at your seriousness, “Nothing.”

He dropped his forehead to rest on yours, his throat bobbing as he considered what to say. “I know that, too. I have loved you since I was fifteen, and I’ll love you until my soul ceases to exist. Cosmic forces can't drag me from you and our family, my love.” 

With a content sigh, you nestled into his side, letting the peaceful calm of the day wash over you. His fingers traced up and down your arm, the comfortable bliss of just spending some quiet time with your husband on Valentine’s Day was truly the best gift you could’ve asked for. You had no idea how long had passed, long enough to almost finish off your wine between sips, when you finally lifted your head again. 

Mattheo’s glass was empty, an endearing pink flush on his cheeks from the wine, and you leant forward to place your glass beside his on the coffee table, topping them both up. 

“Did you see what Emmy did to the flowers you got me?” Tipping your head towards the counter in the corner, his gaze tracked to them, and a bark of laughter escaped him. At night, she may be fearful and shy, but in the day, she was a force to be reckoned with. A force that had recently discovered the joys of scissors and cutting things, and was somehow getting her hands on them everywhere, no matter how much you hid them. “Her art project, she called it.”

Your beautifully arranged roses had been chopped to pieces, and only one remained standing intact, although half of the petals were hardly hanging on. The others had all been snipped, snapped, and rearranged to her liking; her liking being chaos, of course. 

“Shame, they were pretty. I did say thank you for getting them for me, right?”

Two fingers pinched your chin, and he tipped your head back to place a kiss on your lips. “Yes, you did. But I figured she’d do that to them.”

With a sigh, he stood, taking the vase from the table and laughing all the way to the kitchen as he disposed of the ruined flowers into the trash. Moments later, just as you were picking up the TV remote, he reappeared, holding the pink vase you favoured more than any others in both hands. 

“That’s why I got you these too and kept them hidden.”

Tears prickled along your eyes as you took in the new, colourful bouquet. Filled with more than just roses, these were bigger and better and even more stunning, and they filled the room with a floral smell you loved as he walked closer. “Oh, Mattheo…”

Your voice cracked, and he smiled bashfully as he handed them to you. He sat back down beside you as you admired them, placing them down on the coffee table to look at all evening, before turning back to him. 

“You wonderful man.” They were the only words you could think of, reaching for him and pulling him into a kiss you hoped conveyed everything you felt. It seemed to do the trick, because beneath the scratching hairs of his stubble and the hands you had on his face, you could feel the way he smiled into the kiss. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you love me.” He pleaded, words brushed onto your lips as he bumped your noses together. “Tell me I’m the best man in the world and you’re lucky to have me.”

You scoffed out a laugh, but kissed him again soundly. “Mattheo, my handsome husband, I love you. You’re the best man in the world. And I am beyond lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one.” He said, sincerely this time, and the devotion written on his face confirmed his feelings. They weren’t just empty words, but the true songs of his heart, and that made it all the more special. “Do you remember our previous Valentines’. I was thinking about them before.”

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, slipping the remote from your hand and beginning to scroll through the movies available. “Which one?”

“The last one before we found out we were expecting for the first time. When we went dancing, all night long.” Casting your mind back, you did the maths you’d never done, laughing in his arms as Mattheo’s grip tightened around your body. Squeezing the forearm settling over your shoulders as you rested with your back to his chest, he moved on from the car racing movie he’d not so subtly slowed down on. “You know, thinking of it now, that might’ve been the night that conceived Lucas.”

Mattheo’s hips shifted underneath you and he grunted, dropping a hinting kiss below your ear, but not bothering to make any further kind of move. He flicked to the Rom-Com category, and you smiled to yourself. “Is that your favourite?”

“No.” You lay your head back against his shoulder, reaching for your wine and his. Pressing it into his hand, he took an immediate swig, before resting the glass against your skin as he held you once again. “My favourite was when we went on that ski trip the year after we graduated.”

“Oh… yeah. That was a good one.” 

Poking him in the arm, you tipped your head as much as you could to look up at him. “Which one was your favourite?” 

He glanced down, a nostalgic and faraway look on his face. “Our first one.”

“Our first one?” You sputtered, “Really? It was a disaster!”

That first date had been one mess after the next. It had rained on you both on your walk to Hogsmeade, his reservation had accidentally been double booked and the other couple had arrived first, and he’d forgotten the flowers he’d bought for you in his dorm, wilted next to the fireplace by the time you’d returned. 

Mattheo only shrugged, smiling privately as he remembered it differently from you. 

“Maybe, but it was the Valentine’s Day that made me realise I wanted to spend all my Valentines’ with you. Up until then, we’d only dated a couple of months, I wasn’t sure if you really liked me yet, and I was scared to ask. But then you told me despite it all, it was perfect as long as we were together, and you sat on the stoop of Flourish and Blotts eating pizza with me, and then you kissed me stupid when we got back until we’d been caught by a prefect and got detention. It was a terrible Valentine’s, but you said it was perfect because we were together, and the day didn’t matter, just that it was us. That’s when I knew you really liked me.”

“That’s when you knew?” You smiled as he kissed your forehead. “You should’ve just asked. All year that year I’d been writing ‘Mrs Riddle’ inside hearts in my notebooks like a silly little girl.”

“Your card the next year didn’t have an envelope, you remember? Because I addressed it to ‘The Future Mrs Riddle’ and then panicked just before picking you up and burned the envelope.” His confession made your heart burst, feeling like you were falling in love with him all over again. It never failed to surprise you that even after all these years, you still had things to learn about the man you loved, and things to teach him about yourself. 

“I guess we got what we were hoping for.”

“Oh, baby, I couldn't have wished for a life this good in a thousand years. You gave me more than just what I hoped for, you gave me what I never even knew I could dream of.”

He settled on a movie for you to watch somewhere between kisses and mumbled exchanges of love and sips of wine. Reciting the vows you’d made, pledges of devotion, and cuddling filled your evening, until you’d almost dozed off in the arms of the man you love, on the couch of a home you’d chosen together, to raise your children in. 

With the memories of your previous Valentine’s echoing around in your mind, you added another one to the list, with the man who would be your every Valentine’s date until you had no more.

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Can u do one of rapper chris getting drunk at an influencer party and kinda like an angst between them but fluff towards the end

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris and singer!reader in an argument

the bass is so loud you can feel it in your chest. chris is beside you, and even though you’re surrounded by a crowd of influencers, you still feel chris’ hand on the small of your back.

chris is barely holding it together. he’s laughing loud, joking around with nick and matt, but he’s already had a little too much to drink. you also know he’s done a line of coke earlier, and you can tell he’s not as “on” as he usually is, like he’s in some kind of buzzed haze.

you’re standing near the bar when you feel someone’s eyes on you. you don’t even look, but chris does. you don’t know who it is—some guy in the corner, probably just checking out the crowd—but suddenly, chris goes tense next to you. you look up at him, his face a little darker than usual, the playful edge in his voice gone.

“yo,” he says, low and rough, “you see that? that guy? starin’ at you?”

you roll your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “you’re being dramatic, baby,” i mutter, trying to deflect.

chris is not having it. “nah, nah. that shit ain’t cool,” he slurs, his protective streak kicking in full force. “you lookin’ like that—wearing that skirt, and he’s starin’ at you like that? nah, not today. fuck that.”

“chris, relax,” you say, trying to keep it cool. “he’s just looking, it’s no big deal.”

but that only makes it worse. he leans in close, his breath on your ear. “don’t tell me to relax, kid. ion want random dudes eye fuckin’ my girl. shit’s disrespectful as fuck.”

you can feel his hand gripping your waist a little tighter now, and something inside you snaps. “don’t talk to me like that, chris,” you say, voice a little louder than you mean for it to be. “i’m not some fucking toy or thing that’s owned by you, alright?”

chris’ eyes flash with something dark, but you’re too drunk and too pissed to care. “the fuck? you know i jus’—”

“you just what?” you interrupt, voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration. “you think i can’t take care of myself?”

the air between you both feels thick, and you can feel all eyes on you two now. the anxiety is building up in your chest, but you refuse to back down.

“you’re fucking overreacting,” you mutter, crossing your arms, trying to stop the shaking in your hands.

there’s a moment of silence where neither of you speak, and it feels like time has stopped. you hate fighting with him, especially when you know it’s because he’s drunk. you know he doesn’t mean to be like this, but the longer this goes on, the worse it feels.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, chris steps closer to you, his voice quieter but still intense. “fuck...m’sorry,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair, the tension easing. “i jus’, like, i can’t stand the thought of someone thinkin’ they can touch you ’n shit, makes me feel fuckin’ sick.”

you can feel the softness in his tone now, and it makes your heart soften too. “i’m not gonna let anyone get close to me if i don’t want them to, chris,” i say, my voice barely above a whisper.

he nods, looking you in the eye, his gaze so sincere now. “i know. i jus’ can’t help it sometimes. m’sorry.”

you take a deep breath, the anxiety starting to lift as you look at him. “i get it. but you gotta trust me more than that, okay?”

chris grins, and you swear it’s like the whole room brightens when he does. “aight. i’ll try. as long as mothafuckers don’t start touchin’ you. ’cause then m’done.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” you reply, rolling your eyes playfully, but you can’t help but smile back. “you just get jealous, i get it,” i tease cheekily.

chris huffs out a laugh, pulling you into him, his arms wrapping around you tight. “hell yeah, i get jealous. have you fuckin’ seen yourself?” he mumbles, smirking down at you, eyes raking over your pretty face and then down to your body

“whatever, chris,” you mutter, but you're grinning, feeling the weight of the argument fall away as he kisses the top of your head.

“i mean c’mooon,” he says, his voice soft now, teasing. “you too fine for your own good.”

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[keeryhours]

wildflower chapter nine

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

You have mediation with Eddie, then get some big news afterwards.

Warnings:

Custody arguments, court, pregnancy

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N:

I’m sorry this chapter took forever to get out! Hoping to be faster with the next one 🙏🏻

“Ms. Henderson,” the mediator steepled his hands over his chest as he sat back in his leather chair. “You are not willing to agree to 50/50 custody, correct?”

You shifted uncomfortably in your chair. Your eyes darted to Eddie sitting across from you, hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. “No,” you answered.

He looked at Eddie, who adjusted his suit cuffs as he gave you a look. He went to speak, but his lawyer spoke for him. “My client is not willing to take less.”

“Neither of you are willing to budge at all?” The mediator asked, like why are you even here?

Why were you here? That was Eddie’s stupid fault. Just looking at him pissed you off. You’d been hoping he would at least come to his senses by the time mediation came around, but unfortunately that did not happen.

You and Eddie looked at one another. You both shook your heads, set in your decisions. The mediator held his hands up- “Well, if we can’t come to an agreement here, the next step would be court intervention.”

You shook your head, bringing your hand up to cover your eyes as tears began to well. This could not be happening. Eddie’s lawyer began packing up, and you could feel your ex’s eyes on you.

Eddie wanted to say something, to reach out and touch you and comfort you, but his lawyer was pushing him from the room and, at the end of the day, he was the reason for your stress and pain, anyway. As usual, he thought to himself.

He hated himself for this. Sure he wanted the time with his son, but he was putting you through hell. He hadn’t even realized until he’d seen you today, but it was evident it was having an effect on you. You looked sick.

You felt sick. You had finally made that doctor’s appointment your mom and Steve had been hounding you about, which is where you’d be heading next. You straightened your blouse and skirt and stood, trying to compose yourself before walking out of the room.

Eddie caught your attention in the hall as you left. He could see your eyes bloodshot from crying, the dark circles around them. He felt like shit. But he also felt like this was his right - his son - and he didn’t want to back down. But goddamn, he never liked seeing you hurt.

“This is so stupid, you know that?” You hissed at him in the hallway as you reached him. “You have the band. You travel. You go on tour for months at a time. And you want 50/50?”

“He can stay with you when I’m on tour, okay?” Eddie said, trying to get you to see his side. “Or with Wayne some nights. He can even come visit me when he’s older. I just want to have as much time with my son as I can when I’m home.”

You understood where he was coming from, but you couldn’t have Asher taken from you half the time. You couldn’t stand the thought. “It’s just too much, Ed. I don’t mind some visitation, but 50/50 - it’s just too much. You can’t take him from me half the time.”

Eddie let out a short, humorless laugh. “I am not trying to take him from you! Jesus, that’s what I’m trying to say.”

“But you are,” you said, tears once again starting to fall. “If you do this, you are.”

Before Eddie could say anything else you turned and left, heels clicking as you walked out of the courthouse. You were meeting Steve outside to take you to your appointment, and you knew he’d want to hear how the mediation has gone.

It had been pointless, just as you suspected.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” Steve asked as he pulled up outside the doctor's office. You eyed the door, dreading going inside.

“No, it’s okay.” You began unbuckling your seatbelt, grabbing your bag from the floor. “Just take Ash and go play, I should be done in an hour.”

Steve nodded, but his expression was etched with concern. “Okay. We’ll be back then. Just…I’m here for you, you know that?”

“I know.” You smiled at him gently, but your body was buzzing with anxiety. Steve had had a point about your lack of a period. It still hadn’t come. You were very late, and you never were.

Well. Once.

You climbed out of the car with your bag, giving Steve one last smile. You opened the back door and leaned in to give Asher a kiss on the cheek. “Bye, buddy. Be good for Steve. I love you.”

“Love you!” He said back, reaching for you as you pulled away.

You carefully shut the door as you moved back, waving one last time as they pulled off. You took a deep breath, then turned and walked into the office.

Steve drove down the road to the nearby park. He unbuckled Asher from his seat and let him down, the toddler running to the playground equipment as fast as his tiny legs would carry him. Steve chased after him, running out of breath a lot faster than he used to.

Asher climbed and played on the slides, Steve pushed him on the swing, and they played a game of catch with the big rubber ball you brought from home.

When they got hungry, Steve bought a couple snacks from the vending machine. Asher pointed to the candy bar as it fell, laughing hard.

“What, you like the vending machine?” Steve laughed. He put in another dollar and punched in the number for a bag of chips. Asher watched with rapt attention as the snack was dispensed and fell down into the bottom. He squealed with delight, watching as Steve grabbed the bag.

They ate lunch together on the grass, enjoying the cool weather. It was nearly Halloween, and there was a chill in the air. Steve wondered what you had planned for the holiday, since you hadn’t brought it up with everything else going on.

“Alright, big man,” Steve said once they were done eating, “Let’s run out all your energy before we go pick up Mommy.”

Steve chased him around, the little boy laughing his head off as Steve pretended to be unable to catch him. As he ran back to the main part of the playground, he tripped over the step, falling forward onto his face on the mulch. He immediately started crying and Steve panicked, rushing to his side.

He lifted him up, examining his face for injuries. He had a big scrape on his left cheek, but otherwise looked fine. He was wailing, and it broke Steve’s heart.

“Hey, Ash, it’s okay,” Steve cooed softly, picking him up as he headed back for the car. “You’re okay, buddy. Just a little scrape. You’re such a big boy.”

He sat Asher up in the passenger seat as he reached into the glove compartment for the first aid kit you insisted he keep. Now, he was grateful for your helicopter parenting. He sprayed some of the disinfectant on Asher’s cheek, which made him cry more and made Steve feel like shit. He then covered it with a Thomas band aid, which Asher loved.

He got Ash back in his car seat before getting back in the front. It had been about an hour, so it was time to pick you up. His mind raced as he drove, wondering what it would mean if you were pregnant. It could be his - he could be a dad. A real dad. But it also could be Eddie’s. As much as he hated it, he remembered that night you spent with Eddie when he got to town. Yeah there was some time between instances, but it was close enough it would be hard to tell.

As much as he had tried to help you avoid this - besides the accidentally cumming inside, that was on him - he was kind of excited by the idea of you carrying his child. He knew you would look so beautiful, glowing, just like you were when you were pregnant with Asher. But if it was his baby…he doesn’t think there’s a version of you that could be any more beautiful than that.

But it wasn’t ideal. He didn’t want to have to spend 8-9 months wondering if the child belonged to him or Eddie. He knew he’d get attached to the possibility. And if he did that, only for the baby to be born and be Eddie’s - it would break his heart.

Steve’s mind was still reeling when he pulled up outside the office again. You were leaning against the entrance, jacket pulled tight. As you got closer to the car, Steve could see that it looked like you had been crying.

“What did they say?” Steve asked as soon as you were in the car. He couldn’t wait another second. He needed to know.

You looked into the backseat. Asher had fallen asleep in his car seat, and he looked angelic like that. His little cherub face, chubby cheeks and pouty lips. You loved him more than anything.

Finally, you turned back to Steve. You let out a big breath. “You were right.”

Steve’s heart stuttered in his chest. “I was right?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I…I’m pregnant.”

Steve let out a breathless chuckle at the words. He couldn’t believe it. You really were pregnant. You were really pregnant and it might be his. “Do you know…who…”

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears falling, and Steve felt terrible for asking the question. “No. I don’t know.”

It was silent for a minute. Finally Steve spoke up - “Do they know when we’ll be able to know?”

You sniffled. “They said we might know more when we do the ultrasound and see exactly how many weeks I am. But since the…instances were only two-ish weeks apart, we might not be able to tell until they’re born and we can do a DNA test.”

Steve took in the news. He didn’t like it. He wanted this baby to be his, and he wanted to know now. “Do you feel like you know who’s it is?”

“No, Steve. I have no fucking idea. It could be either of yours.” You covered your face with your hands. “Fuck. This is all a disaster.”

Steve began driving back to your house, the ride tense and awkward. He wanted to say something. He wanted to be happy. He’d always wanted to be a dad. He had considered himself one with Asher, but Eddie coming back into your lives only showed how easily that could be taken away.

“It’s going to be okay,” he said finally. “I’m here for you no matter what. I love you and that baby no matter what.”

His words did make you feel a little bit better. You knew they were true. But what if this baby was Eddie’s? Clearly he’d want to be involved. This would only make things more complicated.

Steve parked outside of your apartment building. “Want me to come in with you?”

You smiled softly at him. “You don’t have to. I’m just going to lay Asher down and probably take a nap myself. A lot to process today.”

Steve nodded in understanding. “Well, call me if you need me.”

As you laid in your bed, your mind raced with thoughts of this baby and the potential fathers. If it was Steve’s, things might be easier. He would be happy. He would be a great father, wouldn’t treat Asher any differently than his own child. Maybe you could even try a relationship.

But if it was Eddie’s? What would that mean? Surely he would try to fight you for this child, too. You couldn’t stand the thought of having this baby and immediately having to hand them over half the time.

You were actually terrified.

The next day as you were feeding Asher breakfast, the phone rang. You left him in his high chair to go grab the phone from the wall.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hey. It’s me.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, an anxious habit. “Hi, Eddie. What do you want?”

“I…I was just wondering if I could take Asher tomorrow. I want to bring him to the studio and let him meet the guys.”

You thought for a moment. You could be petty and say no, but then you really would be what he was accusing you of. “Okay. That’s fine.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Eddie.” You felt like rolling your eyes. “Just let me know when you’re picking him up.”

“Around 10 in the morning.”

“Okay.” You played with the phone cord, wondering if you should just go ahead and tell him about the pregnancy. “Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

A pause. Might as well just say it. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

Finally, “Is…is it mine?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you could feel the tears coming on. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know.”

“…No.”

Eddie’s mind was spinning now. He could be having another child. A chance to do it right from the beginning this time. But what if it wasn’t his? What if it was Steve’s? The thought made him sick to his stomach.

“When will we know?”

“Maybe at the ultrasound. Maybe not until it’s born.” You let out a long sigh. “This is such a mess, Ed.”

Eddie felt bad for you. But he was also stressing, wanting the baby to be his but terrified it wasn’t. Also a little scared of the idea of having two kids, but he would rather that than you have a baby with Steve.

“I know,” he said. “I’m not gonna lie to you, it is a mess. But you’re going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

You nodded, sniffling as you wiped the tears away. “I know. Either way, this baby has a dad who loves them.”

“That is true,” Eddie said. “I just hope it’s mine.”

You laughed a little. “Yeah, both of you do. Someone’s getting their heart broken one way or the other.”

You genuinely felt bad. And you felt like a huge idiot for having unprotected sex with two different guys so close together. Now you had to explain this to your mom.

Surely that could only go well.

As you ended the call and went back to help Ash with his breakfast, you thought about how his life was going to change. A new little brother or sister. It was hard for you to imagine your baby boy as a big brother. You didn’t even know how you were going to explain this to him. How would he understand? Would he adjust okay? Or would he hate having to share your attention?

That was your main fear, how Asher would take this. He was the most important thing in the world to you, and you wanted him to be happy. You knew he would get used to it, but you already felt so guilty.

This was going to change everything.

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[nickfowlerrr]

something good and true - part 2

part one / part three

pairing: mob boss!bucky barnes x reader

warnings (for all parts in whole): 18+ only. domestic violence. retelling of abuse and battery. minor character death mentioned. angst. sweet and protective bucky. fluff. not sure if this qualifies as a slow burn or not 👀 smut. there’s a happy ending! (as per usual)

words: 5k

notes: i’m so happy people are enjoying the first part, hopefully you’ll enjoy the rest too! lol thank you in advance for reading, i’d be happy to hear your thoughts! as always, comments and reblogs are welcome and so appreciated. 🩵

You wake up to the sound of your daily alarm going off, grumbling as you search your sheets for your phone. When you have a grasp on it, you press the ‘stop’ button and make yourself sit up. You reach for your mouth guard case on the night stand as you take out your night guard, putting it in its case and placing it down momentarily. You rub your eyes, sighing as you try and really wake up. You went to bed early last night, somehow slept longer than usual, and are still tired. Great.

You finally force yourself out of bed and get started on your usual morning routine.

It’s Valentine’s Day but you don’t have a place to be until tonight so you take your time, enjoying the pleasure of a slow morning knowing you don’t have to be at work at all today.

When you’re done getting ready in the bathroom you find yourself dilly dallying in the closet. You don’t know what you should wear. Would dressing up be weird for a dinner/crime confessional? Or would it be more rude to show up to the regal Barnes’ home in casual clothes?

Finally you decide to meet in the middle of the two. You grab your fitted long sleeve purple top, the asymmetric off the shoulder style upgrading the otherwise basic top without being too much, and look for your nice figure hugging pants.

You don’t dress right away, wanting to save the outfit for before you’re set to be picked up in case of a mess. In the meantime, you do your usual makeup routine and style your hair for the day. It’s getting close to noon and your stomach growls, reminding you you’ve yet to eat. You head to the kitchen, still in your pajamas, prepared to start on a quick lunch when you hear a knock on the door.

You freeze for a moment before you walk toward the door, completely unsure of who it could be. You aren’t expecting anyone and the only person you’d be worried to answer the door to would be nothing more than a spector today.

You look out the peephole and see a delivery woman. With a quirked brow, you unlock the door and pull it open.

“Hello,” you greet.

“How are you, sweetie,” she returns with a bright smile. “Got a nice little delivery for you today,” she gestures to the long box she’s rested against the wall. “Just need a signature.”

You smile and take the pen from her, signing quickly, and probably illegibly.

“I’ll tell you, this is probably the biggest box for a bouquet that I’ve delivered since I started,” she laughs, “someone must really want you as their valentine.”

You laugh in return, trying to hide your confusion. There’s flowers in that box?

“Thank you,” you say as you hand her pen back.

“Have a nice Valentine’s,” she says as she turns and walks back toward her truck.

“You, too,” you say after her.

You turn your attention to the box and are careful as you bring it inside. You get it on the table and open it up.

You’re stunned at the bouquet that it holds. You never would’ve guessed the contents of this if she hadn’t mentioned it. The company name is on the inside of the box along with instructions for removing the bouquet without damaging the flowers. You follow the guidance after removing the glass vase packed safely next to the flowers.

It’s gorgeous, and surely expensive. A bouquet this beautifully arranged, with these varieties of flowers and fillers, you don’t know a whole lot about flower prices but you know arrangements like these cost a pretty penny, especially when they’re this size.

You don’t have to do much to the bouquet but again follow the care instructions as you put them in their vase.

At the very bottom of the box is a small card, it appears to have fallen from its stick that still resides among the stems. You can think of only one person who would be sending flowers, but you’re still a little struck when you read his initials on the card.

Forgive the surprise, but it’d be a shame for a woman as special as you to not be gifted on Valentine's.

I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.

- J.B.B

You try and quell the butterflies taking flight, try and tamper down the renewed nerves, but… He sent you flowers.

You bite your lip, not wanting to break a full smile. It was nice. But was it too much, and too soon? And no way you should feel this giddy with everything you’ve been going through. You don’t even think you’ve really cried since that day. You know better than to bury emotions, to try and move on without dealing with them. With the - you hate to call it what it is - trauma.

The truth is you don’t feel traumatized. You just don’t like to think about him. You don’t like to think about the pain, or the bruises, or the blood, or the knife. You don’t like remembering the fact that you saw a man die.

You shake the thoughts away, like you always do. No.

He’s ruined enough in your life, you think. You won’t let him ruin this new found light, too.

-

6:30 and you’re only now changing out of your pjs. You put on your pants and your top, checking in the mirror that it looks the way you envisioned it would. You slip on your black heeled mules and touch up your hair and makeup before putting on some simple jewelry. This isn’t a date, you remind yourself. This is dinner and the truth.

Your heart races at the thought of having to recall that day but you ignore it. It’ll be good for you, finally telling someone the whole of it.

A knock on your door startles you and you check the time on your phone to find it’s fifteen til.

You do one last check before turning off the lights and coming out into the front room, shutting the other lights off on your way. You double check the peephole and are reassured of Bucky’s presence on the other side. You have your phone in one hand and your small purse in the other, keys dangling from a finger as you open the door to him.

“Hi,” you muster up the greeting as you try to keep from staring at him. He looks sharp and you suddenly feel a little underdressed. Maybe a dress was the right way to go… You want to compliment him but then you’re unsure he’s dressed for you specifically.

“Hello,” he returns, a small smirk on his lips. “You look lovely.”

“Oh,” you look down at yourself, “thank you.” In the same moment, you remember the flowers and repeat yourself, looking to meet his eye. “And thank you, for the flowers, I- they’re beautiful.”

“Not more than you,” he says smoothly, “but I’m glad you liked them. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes,” you nod, stepping out. You turn to lock the door and slip the keys and your phone into your purse before turning to him again.

Bucky holds his arm out for you to take and you falter for just a split second before you do. He leads you to his car, the same blacked out Jaguar as before, and helps you in.

You try to settle in and buckle yourself before he gets in on his side.

He starts the car and after adjusting the temperature, takes off to his place.

“You like Italian?” he asks out of the blue a couple minutes into the quiet ride.

You glance over at him, “Uhm, yeah. I do.”

“The chef is making spaghetti and meatballs for dinner,” he says with a side glance to you. “Is that alright for you?”

You raise your brows unexpectedly, the question surprising you, “Yes. That ah, sounds good,” you nod.

He looks over at you again, one hand on the wheel as he drives smoothly. You clear your throat nervously.

“How’s your day been?” you ask, your nerves clear in your voice despite your attempt to hide them.

His lips quirk in a half smile, huffing a laugh through his nose.

“Relatively uneventful, until now. Had lunch with an old friend, made some business calls but aside from that I tried to keep my day clear.”

“Oh,” you hum, suddenly feeling bad about having to intrude on his day - though he was the one who didn’t give much of an option at all.

“Truthfully, I’ve just been looking forward to seeing you.”

Your eyes start slowly looking up from your lap as you take in his words until you turn to meet his gaze.

“Me?”

“You.”

You swallow thickly and avert your eyes, you’re once again at a loss for words.

“Sorry,” he chuckles softly, “was that too much?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don't think I’ve made myself or my intentions clear enough,” he says, turning onto a desolate street and driving up what you now see is a long, winding driveway. His home comes into view and your eyes widen. It’s like Wayne Manor. The Neo-Georgian style is oddly fitting for the man beside you.

You’re brought back to the conversation as Bucky pulls into the large garage and parks the car. You look at him fully once more, his bright blue eyes already on you.

“I don’t want you feeling scared or nervous, or like you’re in any kind of trouble here. Tonight is really more selfishly motivated on my part than anything. I just wanna talk over dinner. In part to get the whole story about what happened, but also just to be able to have dinner with you without any prying eyes. I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable, I should’ve made that clear to you before.”

“Yeah,” you breathe, “you should’ve.” You breathe deeply but steadily as you look at him, his eyes never leaving yours, “I would’ve worn a dress.”

His lips twitch as he blinks at you; he lets out a titter as he opens his door and gets out, walking around to get your own.

He helps you out of the car and takes your arm in his, “You look beautiful no matter what.”

Your skin burns at his compliment and you can’t help your admiration. You don’t think you’ve ever been treated so nicely before.

“You’re like a real life gentleman,” you muse shyly.

“My mom didn’t raise me any other way,” he says, leading you into the house.

The aroma of marina and garlic fills your nose as you walk through the space and you suddenly feel very hungry.

“I can give you the tour later, but for now, this is the entertainment room,” he gestures to the room as you continue walking through, coming to a door and going out into the hall. “Bathroom,” he points to the door on the left of you. “Kitchen,” he points to the hinged doors the smell is emanating from, continuing down the hall to the open space it lead to. “This is the entrance and sitting room, and on the other side, just there,” he points across the way, “is the dining room. And there’s another bathroom down on the left, too.”

“You have a beautiful home,” you compliment, eyes wandering the space. It’s really like something out of a magazine or a movie. Funny to imagine people actually live in gorgeous homes like this.

“Dinner shouldn’t be too long,” Bucky starts but pauses when he sees the contemplation on your face. “What is it?” he asks.

You look to him, brows furrowed as you think before you fix your face. “Uhm, can we just talk about it now,” you swallow the lump in your throat. “Get it all out and over with.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Please.”

“Sure,” he says after assessing you for a long second, leading you to the couch to sit down.

You set your purse on the coffee table and take a seat, hands trailing down the fabric of your pants as you smooth them out of habit.

Bucky sits down beside, but leaves some space between you and him.

You aren’t sure how to start.

“Uhm, what is it that you want to know again?”

“Everything,” he says firmly, but without being too harsh, keeping his eyes on you. “What happened, how it started, how it ended. The whole story.”

“Right. Okay, well uhm, it started I guess with us getting together… it didn’t last all that long, really. Freddy and I were seeing each other last year for about six months before I ended things. Or, tried to, at least. He was moving really fast and I didn’t have all that much interest in taking our relationship further than just casually dating. We had an argument about moving in together that ended with him… slapping me,” you force the confession, “we were at his place and I just grabbed my bag and keys and left. I thought that’d be the end of it, I said as much on my way out, but he didn’t wanna accept that, I guess. And so the next six months he was…stalking me?” You weren’t sure what qualified. “I dont know, he’d just always show up places, act like nothing was wrong, kept up a front until we were alone. And I was stupid, I didn’t even bother trying to tell anyone we weren’t together after the first few times. No one believed me, anyway. So, outside looking in it seemed like a typical on again off again situation.

It got to the point where I just accepted whatever it was that was happening. I didn’t really know what else to do. How to stop it. He’d show up at my job, be waiting for me in my car sometimes. I didn’t have much of a choice of letting him in, or driving him home. He’d always end up inside, one way or another, and I… didn’t know when to shut up,” you laugh humorlessly. “I’d tell him to leave, that we weren’t together. He was crazy and wasn’t welcome anywhere around me. I’d yell and scream and the fighting was just, god, maddening. I felt like I was going crazy half the time. It didn’t escalate every time, but when it did,” you wince without noticing as you mindlessly wring your hand. “Anyway, about a month before the last time, I had found him in my house and I was just exhausted. I looked at him while he sat at the counter eating a sandwich and I asked him to leave. I told him there wasn’t anything here for him. That I didn’t love him, and I never would. And that he didn’t love me, either, and deep down that he knew it. Which is all true,” you add, chancing a glance at Bucky who is still next to you, listening intently, eyes locked on you. “I mean, we’d been seeing each other pretty casually for six months, and I knew after the first that we weren’t going anywhere. I thought we were just having fun, I just don’t know why he thought anything different…

But, uhm, yeah anyway, he actually listened that time. There wasn’t an argument, he just threw his food in the garbage, and, well, he pushed past me on his way out but he didn’t look back. Slammed the door on his way and I, I really thought that that was finally it. I thought maybe he’d moved on or something, I don’t-“ you pause, taking a needed breath as you shake your head. “I was wrong though. Because two weeks later he showed up again. Out of the blue. I was in the kitchen, making dinner because my dad was coming over to see if he could fix my heater later. I thought maybe it was him at the door so I didn’t even bother to check before I opened it. And when I did, and it was him, I immediately tried to close it. He looked… I don’t know. Bad. Like, really bad.” You can feel your eyes prick with the beginning of tears as your voice tightens at the memory. “I’d seen him in some pretty bad ways, but I never,” you swallow hard, ”I’d never felt that scared of him before. Even with the pushing and slapping and all that he’d put me through me before. This was just like, unhinged. The look in his eyes when he stared at me,” you force a breath at the recalling.

“I wasn’t able to close the door on him, he shoved it open, didn’t even say anything, just shoved me as hard as he could. I fell against the side table I had by the door, caught myself. I was freaking out, telling him to stop, to leave, and he wouldn’t.

I tried to get to the kitchen to grab my phone and call my dad but he caught me by the back of my shirt and yanked me back. He was going on and on about how stupid I was. How I ruined everything. Calling me every expletive under the sun. He shoved me forward and I went straight into the counter, that hurt,” you monologue, recalling the feeling sharply. “He kicked me while I was leaning against the counter but I got my phone and called my dad. I didn’t even wait for him to answer, I just put my phone back on the counter and hoped Freddy hadn’t noticed. Hoped my dad picked up. He kicked me again, in my back and I kinda fell into the chair there. Was holding it because I didn’t wanna be on the ground but he’d knocked the wind out of me and my chest hurt so badly I wasn’t really able to do anything but try and force myself to breathe. And then I felt him closer, he kneeled down, still over me but more on my level and he just, uh, he smashed my head into that back side of the counter. I tried to elbow him away but he did it again. And then I don’t know what I did,” you try to recall, “but I did something that hurt hit, must’ve hit him somewhere somehow because he backed off while calling me a stupid bitch. The whole time I’m like grunting and trying to be as loud as I can just praying my dad answered and could hear and would be on his way.” You have to stop for a second, regaining control of your voice. You’ve almost forgotten that Bucky is beside you as you narrate what you remember.

“I pushed myself up then, got to my feet, but he was already standing too. He shoved me back and back until I hit the wall just next to the kitchen. And then his hands were on my throat and he was choking me. Just forcing me into the wall over and over. I was clawing at him to let me go. I had to shut my eyes because the look on his face,” you cringe. “I kind of stopped listening to what he was saying at one point because it was just an endless stream of blame and anger. I couldn’t breathe,” you squeeze your hand so tight as you speak, “and then I thought, just try to kick him. And so I did. I kneed him, actually, right between his legs and he let go and I kinda dropped. My throat hurt and my head hurt and I was coughing trying to get a good breath in. And then, I didn’t even notice it happening, didn’t even try to dodge it or deflect it, but he just hit me right in the face. Like, boom.

I’d never been punched in the face before,” you chuckle dryly. “Things get blurry around this point. But I remember falling to my hands and knees at some point. He stepped on my hand and kicked my wrist and that hurt like a bitch. Everything was hurting actually. The part I really remember is the kicking. He kicked me in my ribs and I kinda collapsed on my side. Then he kicked me in my back. A few times. Just, as hard as he possibly could it felt like. He started to like, pace around me, and he was still talking but honestly, I have no idea what he was saying. I started to go out of it and I guess he didn’t like that because I remember hearing his voice get louder and then he kicked me again right in the stomach. I was curling up like getting into fetal position basically just trying to not get more hurt. But he just kept kicking me. Over, and over,” your voice shakes as your voice gets breathy, “and over.” Your eyes are misty with unshed tears welling as you stare at your wringing hands. It’s starting to hurt and as if Bucky himself could feel it, he gently reaches to take hold of your hand, stilling your anxious self soothing and giving it the gentlest squeeze, waiting for you to continue as he listens. You glance quickly his way, but don’t look at him. Your eyes instead focusing on your hand in his. You’re not sure you can look at him. You just need to finish telling him what you know about what happened, and then you can face him again.

“We were in front of the kitchen when my dad came in. The door was open, so he got in right away and, most of this is blacked out for me, but I remember hearing my dad saying my name, and,” you feel the tears begin to slip as you sigh in that same relief, “and I thought, thank god,” you titter tightly. “It’s okay now. I’m gonna be okay.” You reach with one hand to swipe at the tears on your cheeks as you sniffle a bit. “There were a lot of loud sounds, I didn’t see anything but I could hear them. I think when my dad first came in he just charged right for Freddy to get him away from me. And my dad, he just saw red. I don’t think anyone would’ve been able to stop him once he got his hands on Freddy. He had been listening to everything that was happening as he drove to my house so I mean, I can only imagine what was going through his head. And then seeing me like that…” you take a pause.

“I really think he saved my life,” you say, finally looking up to Bucky. He looks tense, jaw squared and something dark swimming in his eyes before he recognizes you looking at him - immediately trying to soften his hard gaze. You know innately that he isn’t angered by you, but rather, what happened. And the delicate way he still holds your hand assures you of that.

“And, well, they ended up in the kitchen, and considering only the few defensive marks on my dad after everything, I think he was just pummeling him. I finally got myself to try and get up and made it closer to the kitchen. I wanted to make sure my dad was alright, and right when I saw them, I saw Freddy trying to get the knife I had been using that was still on the counter. My dad noticed, hit him again, and then grabbed it himself. And then, he, uhm,” you try to clear your throat, “he stabbed him. A few times,” you add, turning closer to Bucky without realizing. “And I guess I don’t really have the stomach for that stuff because after that I just passed out. Scared the hell out of my dad. He saw me and immediately left Freddy, let him fall. Let him… die. I really don’t think he meant to, necessarily. But I know he didn’t really care either way if he did or not. Which is, ya know, I’m not mad or upset at my dad for what he did. At all. I don’t think I would’ve been able to do it myself, and at the end of the day it was either gonna be him or one of us.” You bite your lip as you fidget with Bucky’s hand. You take a moment, taking a breath before getting back to the story. It comes a little easier now, like the hardest part of remembering has passed.

“I woke up in my old bedroom at my parents house, my mom was there. I could tell she had been worried. She told me my dad brought me home and that he went to go clean up and ‘get rid of the trash’. You know, take the trash out and all that,” you allude, giving Bucky a look, eyeing him and hoping to lighten a little bit of the tension around him. He lets the smallest hint of a smile tug on his lips as he stares at you.

“I know,” he confirms, then waits for you to go on. You blink away from him, playing with the silver signet ring on his pinky.

“I really don’t know what he did with him,” you tell him. “He wouldn’t tell me. He didn’t want me to know, or to worry about it. He said if anything happened, if police got involved, he didn’t want me to have any part in it.”

“Good man.”

You smile at Bucky’s words and nod slightly. “Yeah. He is,” you look back at Bucky, hoping to explain better that the trouble this whole thing caused wasn’t his fault. “He was just trying to take care of me, keep me safe. So, I know Freddy worked in your organization, and if his…going missing, caused problems for you, I’m sorry. It was neve-“

“Woah, sweetheart,” Bucky cuts you off almost right away, brows furrowed, “That was never an issue. Freddy had been a problem for business for a while, actually. My only regret is not having handled him myself, and sooner;” he says, his voice low and his agitation at the regret clear in his tone and in his eyes. “I owe your father a thank you.”

Another relief washes over you. You had wanted to believe before when he said you and your dad had nothing to worry about, but hearing that now, you fully do. Especially seeing the raw emotions swimming in the blues of his eyes. He means what he says, you know it.

“The only reason I bothered to look into his absence at all was because of the information and money he had in his car the last time he had a job. We got footage of your dad from that night, parking and abandoning the car, a couple weeks after I first met you. We got what we really needed then, got the car and found the inventory. Thought maybe he was going rogue, went into hiding or something, but then, some of my guys actually found him - and I figured we should know what went down if we wanted to make sure getting rid of him for good would be the end of it. And I knew, somehow, this had you all caught up in it. You’re not the best liar,” he smirks teasingly before he gets serious again, “and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to make sure you were okay. And now I know, so it's done. I promise you aren’t ever gonna have to worry or think about that scumbag again.” He moves his hand from yours and instead takes both in his, holding them as he looks at you sincerely. “I know that wasn’t easy for you to have to talk about, but I appreciate you telling me. I’m sorry you ever had to go through any of that. None’a that should’ve happened. And you deserve a hell of a lot better than the likes of him, even at his best, ya know that?”

You look at him, a little taken aback by his sincerity and care. People talk a lot about Bucky Barnes, but clearly not many know him - not like this. You’ve seen the exterior, the hardened, cocky front. But this caring, attentive and protective side is something you’d never have expected. Though it’s more than welcome. You warm at his words but don’t answer, instead looking down at your hands for a second before he takes his back. He lifts his touch to your chin and tilts until your eyes meet his again, a breath caught in your throat when you do.

“You do know that, don’t you, doll?” He repeats, the softness you find yourself growing ever fonder of back in his intent gaze as he seems to try and peer into your soul.

You can’t get your tongue to work but your hand moves to hold his wrist gently and you manage to nod your head. Then your body seems to move without thinking. You pull his hand away and he lets you, but you don’t drop your touch, instead guiding his hand to his side. You then find yourself moving into him without a word. You couldn’t resist the urge to hug him if you’d wanted to. Your arms go around him as you lean into him, his own arms readily coming around you in return. Your eyes fall shut at the feeling the warmth of him sends through you, your body relaxing, the tension that had been coursing through you relieving more and more.

“Thank you,” you murmur before pulling away. “And sorry,” you breathe a slightly embarrassed laugh as you look at him.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he says, a hint of a smile curving his lips, one arm still around your waist. You aren’t sure he even realizes and truthfully, you don’t mind at all. In fact, you like the feeling.

A moment passes as you both just look at one another until you hear his name and his hand falls fully on your hip.

“Mr. Barnes,” a man speaks as he enters from the hall in the direction of the kitchen. You both give him your attention as you turn to look at him. “Oh, excuse me, my apologies,” he smiles at you as you catch his eye. “Dinner will be served shortly, and I can bring your salads out momentarily if you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Grant,” Bucky dismisses before turning his full attention back to you. “Are you hungry?”

You turn to Bucky and nod, a soft, small smile pulling at your lips, “Very,” you answer honestly.

His touch slips away as he stands but he holds his hand out for you to take. You do just that and let him lead you to the dining room.

[daryltwdixon]

your fluffy joel series is so cute 😭😭😭 love me some fluff. Could i request some fluff with pre outbreak joel? like him coming back from work all tired but you have dinner cooking and greet him at the door with a bunch of kisses like usual and being like “how was work today? I missed you so much baby” 🥺 and snuggling with him afterwards. My lil babey i love him

Joel Miller x Reader drabble

fluffy pre-outbreak Joel, domestic, short n sweet thank you for the sweet request anon! Hope this get your day started right :) love you x

The steady chopping of your knife against the wooden cutting board melds into the low hum of the record player spinning in the corner, the warm crackle of oldies country tune filling the kitchen. The air is thick with the scent of butter and garlic, the pan on the stove sizzling softly as you work, dicing fresh vegetables to toss in next.

Dinner was always a casual thing with Joel—he was a meat and potatoes kind of guy through and through. If it were up to him, he’d eat the same three meals for the rest of his life. But little by little, you were changing his ways, sneaking in things like roasted vegetables, herbs he couldn’t name, flavors he’d never think to put together. And despite the grumbling, the eyeing of certain dishes like they might betray him, he always cleaned his plate.

You hear it before you see him, the front door creaking open, the heavy thud of work boots on the hardwood floor. It makes your heart jump the way it always does, that split second of he’s home sending warmth through your chest.

You barely take the time to wipe your hands against your apron before you’re moving, stepping away from the counter and heading for the door.

Joel barely has a chance to shut it before you’re on him, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers threading into the short curls at the nape of his neck. His broad, solid frame is warm against you, smelling like heat and sawdust, and he lets out a low chuckle as your lips press against his, sighing into the kiss.

“I missed you,” you murmur against him, mouth brushing his with each word.

Joel exhales like he’s been holding it in all day, arms winding tight around your waist, pulling you in. “Yeah?” he rasps, voice thick with exhaustion, but there’s a smile in it, too.

“Mhm,” you hum, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “House was too quiet without you.”

Joel huffs a laugh, shifting his weight back against the door like he needs something to lean on. His fingers flex against your back, big hands smoothing over the fabric of your shirt, mapping out the familiar shape of you.

“Long day?” you ask, brushing your nose against his.

He grunts, nodding slightly before tilting his head, letting his lips graze your jaw. “Mmm. Better now, though.”

You smile, your fingers drifting down to the buttons of his shirt, absentmindedly playing with one as you ask, “You hungry?”

“Starvin’,” Joel sighs, dipping his head to press a slow, warm kiss just beneath your ear. His voice lowers, like he’s barely thinking before he says it—“Not just for dinner, either.”

A shiver runs down your spine, but you smirk, slipping your hands down to his chest to nudge him gently. “C’mon, cowboy. Let me feed you first.”

Joel groans playfully, rolling his eyes as he finally peels himself away, following close behind as you tug him toward the kitchen. “What’s on the menu?”

You toss him a knowing look over your shoulder. “Something besides steak and potatoes.”

He exhales dramatically, like the suggestion alone is going to be the death of him. “Christ, woman. What’d I ever do to deserve this torture?”

You snort, shaking your head as you reach for your knife again, resuming your chopping. Joel doesn’t go far, he settles in behind you, arms slipping around your waist as he tucks himself against your back.

His chin hooks over your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. “Y’know,” he murmurs, watching your hands move, “I could get used to this.”

You pause for just a second, then relax into him, letting his warmth settle over you. “Yeah?”

Joel hums, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck, then another, slower this time. His voice is quiet when he speaks again like all the exhaustion melting away in your arms.

“Yeah. Just like this.”

[rosedere]

hii if your request still open, can i request yandere azul forcing his darling to make love with him because he afraid his darling's first would be taken by someone than him, so he had to take it first, leading to noncon. he get a little pushy, and sometimes guilt trip his darling. can you do this with a fem darling?

thank you so much if you take this request, not pressuring you to take this of course. have a nice day💐

oooh Non con 🤤…

Ever since I got to that ONE quote from *redacted* in Episode 62 of Bleach im on my *Older men with glasses manipulating a younger Darling that thinks their in love with them* kick heh…

Tears of Venus (Yan! Azul Ashengrotto x Fem! Reader)

Tw: Non Con, Manipulative Azul, Stalking, Age Gap (Azul is like 21 and your like 18 and NRC is a college bc nahhh 🤢 im depraved but not like that 😭), Harassment/ Touching, Virginity Loss, Creepy Azul, Suicide Attempt mention

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"Azul, you've been a bit quiet this session" you placed your violin on the plush leather sofa of the Monstro lounge where you stood, watching carefully at the Housewarden for any sign of why he was uncharacteristically sad about this practice.

He kept his eyes focused on his piano workbook in front of him, his fingers still hovering over the keys as if he were memorizing another song different from the one you both agreed on.

"Azul.."

You lowered your music stand the squeak from the metal hitting the bottom of the stand part you were approaching the wide bench where he was seated, soothing your mini skirt as you elegantly sat next to your friend on the dark leathery seat in front of the piano.

"Did I accidentally miss my cue? Or did I not go up with my bow in time again" you asked.

He was lost in his mind, still touching the keys of the middle of the grand piano.

You no better reached out to gently get his attention meaning to grab the sleeve of his dorm uniform.

But you were able to feel his naturally moisturized skin that was rumored all Mer's had.

A blush dusted the tops of your cheeks realizing you had touched his actual skin.

Unfortunately, this didn't go unnoticed as Azul's piercing hues locked onto the side of your cheeks, instead of the fury that he held for you messing up his silent practice however it seemed he was focused on watching you through fluttering lashes.

"you know (Name) there's something I've been meaning to ask you"

His hand suddenly trapped your unsuspecting ones, larger than your own but your attention was at its peak as you focused on his now cheerful demeanor.

You waited for his follow-up question, a feeling of something sour in your stomach was acting as a warning to what was to come from the older Housewarden's mouth.

"Why do you always come to these music meetups" He asked a tremble to his naturally pouty toned voice, "No one else has ever wanted to play music with me as you do"

"it makes me wonder if there are ulterior motives"

A fleeting touch on the hand was starting to morph into him eyeing and aiming for the naked part of your leg that was exposed from your pleated skirt.

"I sure am flattered someone as young as you would want to be with me"

You pulled back sitting as far on the bench as you could, laughing was all you could, He must be playing a trick on you or something, Azul was so sweet and kind to you as an upperclassman, he was always trying to protect you from the bullies those Twin eels that found entertainment terrorizing you after all at no cost besides him being able to talk to you in the lounge after classes ended for the day.

Just your best friend.

"I just came because I love music and you are the only friend I have at this school" You nervously rubbed the back of your neck, Azul still looked at you with a gentle and focused gaze towards your face and torso.

"oh really? I find that hard to believe with how beautiful you are for a mere Freshman"

You could only grin and give a half-lidded smile before shrugging off the comment.

"I'm surprised you have so many compliments today"

Azul was beginning to close the distance from you, this time you only let him close the distance, his eyes once more scanning the valley and crevice of the low cut-off shoulder shirt you had on it seemed.

"(Name)"

"Are you wearing a bra underneath that tight shirt"

Your throat instantly dried as you felt him once more latch to your skirt, tugging slightly at the fabric.

"or is it just because I'm nearby"

"Azul- that's not funny" you giggled a strangled laugh, wanting to just excuse yourself to the bathroom at this Glancing over Azul's shoulder in the hopes there was someone around in the Octavinelle Lounge, hell even Floyd, the scariest one of the twins was maybe sitting at the table underneath the fishes that swam by around this time in the evening reading a book to at least have heard what Azul was saying to you.

But it was as if everyone was gone; it was just you and Azul.

"I wasn't trying to be funny (Name)" his tone was serious.

His graceful eyes were now clouded with just your fearful, almost leaking eyes back in the reflection of his own.

"Look, I think I might go…" You cleared your throat, picking up your shirt to cover more of your exposed collarbone.

"it was fun to practice today, I'll just come back tomorrow" You smiled, soothing your skirt you stood up quickly retreating to your violin resting on the sofa, your Case closed beside the end of the Sofa.

Damn… of all times you couldn't make a clean getaway.

"so, it is true what I've heard about you then.." Azul's fragile tone rang out in the empty lounge, the sound of broken glass with the pieces still shattering fully into shiny crystals on a hard surface.

You didn't confront him, only opening the case and hoping to god you didn't forget your rosin on the stand.

"You do just use people for your gain then…"

A sniffle.

This time you did look back, his stormy blues now dotted with a few crystal tears.

"I thought you did love to play music and share a hobby with me but it seems you just wanted me to get rid of your bullies and that's all--"

A strangled sob came from his throat as he covered his face in shame with his gloved hands seemingly defeated and heartbroken at the edge of the bench.

Your eyes widen, abandoning your violin and leaving it in the velvet case you stand up to walk to the hunched-over Man.

"no, no of course not Azul don't cry" Disregarding the strange guilt mixed with a deep pit of regret you approached Azul.

He only continued to cry into his gloved hand.

And against your better judgment…

After all, how would you know a hug was what would trigger him?

You comforted all your friends this way, Guys and Girls alike.

Instead of teary and snot-full heartbreak on Azul's face, it was something of pleasure, you honestly had never seen someone look at you like that before.

His arms were too strong to push him away from your vulnerable arms, after all, he was a proficient magician in Twisted Wonderland, being propped up against the piano a symphony of out-of-tune and broken notes escaped as your back hit the top of the piano, His mouth taking your first kiss.

One of the many first that night in the silent lounge.

No one came to save you, despite the strangled moans, being stripped naked on the bench of the piano as Azul strangely touched you over the most sensitive part of your lips down there.

He didn't hurry, no, not at all.

Taking care to pinch and pebble your sensitive breast, he was eager to get his pants off, revealing his member poking the entrance to your untouched flower.

It was uncomfortable despite how hard he had made you squirt some liquid out of you just from his long lithe fingers.

The lewd moan that escaped you and the excited lustful gaze Azul had as he thrusted into your impossibly tight heat, a trickle of liquid, your virginity dripping onto the bench below your disregarded skirt as you felt him kiss and bite at any skin that was around the nape of your neck, carefully thrusting inside of you filling you up completely.

Sweet nothings and promises were all that was whispered in your ear beside the sinful squelch you were resounding off from your body alone.

He was making you feel good…

Yes…

Azul loves his beautiful Venus…

After what felt like hours was when you gasped, the feeling of something warm spreading underneath your full and gaping cunt was the signal that you had both become one.

Azul pulled himself off of you, admiring the dazed and sweaty body you now had shared with him, drinking up the image of you as he zipped his pants up.

"You don't know how bad I want to do this Again (Name)" He smiled a toothy grin.

You couldn't even respond, still looking up at the ceiling of the ocean dorm.

"oh don't give me the silent treatment after I gave my heart To you just now"

You could feel his large grey overcoat drape over your naked testament of his love.

The pale blues never leave any part of your body.

"come on, I'll go see if we can get you cleaned up" He playfully responded.

"I can make your favorite drink, on the house of course for this special Night" Azul chuckled.

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Azul: I'm sorry (Name) I just couldn't control myself.

Azul: I've loved you for a long time and I hadn't even had sex either you were the one I wanted to spend my first on over any other bimbo in this school.

Azul: please just Answer the phone (Name) I want to hear you before…

Azul: I do something I can't come back from.

Azul: you know I still have the knife, or maybe I might make it hurt and use pills this time.

Azul: You've been talking to other men You whore.

Azul: you got your virginity taken once and now you probably look for anything.

Azul: (Name)

Azul: (Name) where are you?

Azul: I'm outside your dorm, I know you're upstairs the light is on.

Azul: Sea angel I just want to see you again, I won't hurt you anymore.

Azul: let's just start over again, Pretend this never happened.

Azul: (Name)?

Azul: (Name)

*This user has now been blocked, you will no longer receive messages from this number*

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Note: Thanks For requesting Anon! :D (cough is this was long but it’s the exception it’s Tako Month a wonderful occasion)

[voxslays]

CLOSE TO YOU — THE SALESMAN

PART FIVE — QUESTIONS PAIRINGS: The Salesman (Gong Yoo) x Reader. WARNINGS: Mentions of kidnapping (sort of), Reader is mentioned to be a foreigner (not stated from where), not proofread. A/N: CHAPTER FIVE!!! Woo!

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The next morning, you awoke to a bright beam of sunshine landing down onto your blanketed form. As you stretch your arms from your long, (surprisingly peaceful) nights rest, you hear the birds outside your window chirping a sweet melody. What a great way to start the day.

You casually sulk into the bathroom to get ready for the day, brush your teeth and picking out your chosen outfit of the day. Everything was going surprisingly smoothly. Hell, you couldn’t remember the last time you had such an amazing morning. It must’ve been forever ago, if it even happened.

Humming your favorite song, you close the door to your room, and stroll down the pink hallway lined with a dark red carpet. They were really going for the ‘love’ aesthetic when they built this place, weren’t they? You walk until you reach door ‘218,’ where the salesman currently resides. Maybe today was the day you’d finally get him to talk.

You were still thinking about what he said the previous night. What did he mean by ‘you’re not special?’ And why had it affected you so much? You pull the key out of your pocket, and unlock the door, expecting to see the enigmatic salesman still chained up in the bathtub, but what you see instead is much worse.

He’s completely free of his restraints, staring at Gi-hun’s calendar on the wall—the calendar that contains every single day he’s been looking for the salesman for the past two years. The ravenette is holding a small juice box of apple juice as he turned to you. “I see you’re finally awake, miss.”

“What the-” You pause, looking him dead in the eyes. “How did you…?” The salesman sets down his juice box, walking dangerously close to you. “You said you wanted to play a game last night, so let’s play.” He offers. “What game would you like to play? I’ll let you pick.” His tone makes you sick. He’ll let you pick? How kind of him…

“I’m not up for one of your games today.” You sneer. “I’m fact, I was having a great morning until I saw you.” The salesman chuckles, before continuing. “How about Ddakji? It’s a classic.” You scoff. “You mean the game you use to lure innocent people to their deaths?” You ask, fire in your tone.

“They all sign up willingly. I simply give them the card.” He smiles, holding up a blue Ddakji tile. “Now let’s play.” As you take the blue tile, he grabs the red one, gripping it tightly. “I’m sure you know the rules by now, miss.” He says, placing his tile on the red carpet. “You can throw first.” Oh, how kind of him.

You throw the blue tile down with all your strength, yet it doesn’t flip. It barely even moves. You look to the salesman, who is giving you a mocking pout. Asshole. He grabs his own tile and slams it to the ground with ease, making the blue tile flip in an instant.

…

Before you know it, your face is slightly bruised from all the slaps you have received. “One last time.” You huff, slamming your tile down. To your surprise, it flips. “Yes!” You scream, readying your hand. Yet, as you get ready to slap the man in front of you, he catches your hand.

“Since you won, I’ll answer your first question.” He pauses, his charcoal eyes meeting your own. “How could I possibly trust someone like you?” You look him up and down in feigned disgust. In all honesty, the man was attractive. He was tall too—about six feet, maybe? No wonder people were so eager to play with him.

“When I play with the recruited players, I always give them the money they’ve earned, don’t I?” He smirks. “You’ve been watching me for quite a while, I thought you’d have known that.” You gasp. So he knew? How the hell were you supposed to respond to something like that without sounding like a total creep? On second thought he was doing this on purpose, wasn’t he? All he wanted was to-

“Gong Yoo.” He interrupts your train of thoughts. “What?” You ask, clearly befuddled. The bright sunlight shone through the windows, making you squint at his handsome face. He chuckles as you hold your hand above your eyes, trying to see him clearly.

“My name is Gong Yoo.”

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[theliteraryarchitect]

I don’t know if u still answer questions but I need some advice. My passion has always been writing simply because I have so many ideas and so many thoughts and I love creating stories (theoretically). Lately though I’ve hit this roadblock. I’ll never be able to write like the people I admire, because at the end of it all I feel like I’m not learning. I’ll reread my old stuff, point out and rework my mistakes, and still feel like I’m not going anywhere. I haven’t written anything for years because of this block and I feel like I’ll never improve and find the motivation to keep writing. I’ll never be like the greats with seemingly endless inspiration and talent. Ig my question is just… how do I improve? How do I finally feel satisfied with what I do? How do I love my writing again??

First off, I hear you. So many writers—especially the ones who care deeply—go through exactly this. You love storytelling in theory, but when it comes to writing, it feels like you’re stuck in a cycle of self-doubt and disappointment. That’s not a personal failing. That’s just what happens when your standards grow faster than your skills.

The mistake most writers make (and one I see repeated constantly) is thinking that learning = immediate improvement—as if you study the craft, tweak some mistakes, and suddenly level up. But writing doesn’t work like a skill tree in a video game. It’s messy, non-linear, and full of invisible growth. The work you put in today might not show results for months, or even years. And that’s frustrating as hell, but it’s also normal.

And the writers you admire? The ones who seem endlessly inspired and effortlessly talented? They aren’t immune to this feeling. The difference is, they write through it. They let themselves write badly. They embrace inefficiency. They trust that even their worst drafts are part of the process. AND (top secret info here)... frankly a lot of the big names have editors at their publishing houses that are practically doing ghostwriting work: fixing their mistakes, rewriting their stuff, or even composing sections for them so they can pump out the next bestseller in record time.

But here’s my advice: stop waiting to feel satisfied before you start writing again. You’re not going to think your way out of this. Improvement comes from doing. Let yourself write terribly, inconsistently, joyfully. Take the pressure off. And when your brain tells you it’s pointless, remind yourself: the only way to get better is to keep going.

You don’t need to be “one of the greats.” You just need to write.

Hope this helps, friend.

P.S. I get Asks like this so much that I'm actually working on a whole long book about it, since it's really more than I can handle in a short post. Stay tuned for details. xo

[mental-ch-illness]

pro tip for recovering addicts

TW: Addiction, Alcohol dependency

as someone currently working through a moderate addiction to alcohol, there is something that actually really has helped me recently: replacement and going nuclear.

i would like to say that this method is not fool proof, and it will not work for people who have not completely accepted their addiction or have severe addiction. also, i am only dealing with alcohol dependency, so this may not work for others. even if you are struggling with alcohol, this might not work for you, but here's something that has helped me.

going nuclear, so don't even bother with trying to convince yourself it's going to be just one sip or one night. if you didn't trust yourself earlier that day, you probably shouldn't trust yourself now. so i've been doing the Most™ and simply applying brute force against myself. here's what i've been doing.

bought myself a timer lock. i put my alcohol in a cabinet and then use the lock on the cabinet. that way i have to wait to get to it. i can have a drink and then put it back and reset the lock. this prevents me from going back for more before the effects actually kick in. usually i make it a few hours. this method is great if you have a problems with delayed gratification because you can watch the numbers go down. also, you can set it to a longer periods of time to prevent day drinking. it's pretty easy, so you can set it up during those periods of clarity and yet it still holds up once the urges start up again.

i now leave my driver's license in the lock box of my car whenever i go to the store. this helps as i typically go to the store telling myself i won't buy alcohol. then when i'm actually passing by that aisle i find myself picking up some bottles and convincing myself it will be fine. it's not fine. just like above, take advantage of those moments of clarity and lock up your ID.

i've been deliberately diluting my alcohol by making premade mixed drinks. a go too of mine is measuring out three parts fruit juice and one part vodka (so it should be... like... 8% ABV, but don't quote me on that). i typically just mix it into an already emptied bottle of fruit juice. that way, instead of just doing shots of straight vodka, i am forced to actually drink a whole cocktail. there's only so much my stomach can hold, so it forces me to slow down.

i started taking medication to help curb addiction urges. currently, i am on a daily dose of naltrexone (as a pill) to help curb the urge to drink. it's not a cure all, but it does provide a sort of speed bump. not just with alcohol. i've sometimes found myself questioning impulse purchases and the like much more often. there are other medications that can help, so it might help to talk to your doctor.

here's another thing that isn't really 'nuclear', but has helped: i got a snow cone machine... just a tiny one i found on clearance. whenever i got the urge to drink, i'd make a snow cone. i didn't think it would work as well as it has, but i think the dopamine hit from that does help to curb things.

not everyone can quit cold turkey, but everyone should do their best to outsmart their addiction when they can. you'll fuck up, but that doesn't mean that you are a fuck up. it's gonna be okay. maybe not today, or tomorrow, or the next day, but it will be one day.

[littelovelunette]

I love your page already omg

can you do classmates sevika x reader?

and a lil bit of jealousy too 👀

Mint ChapStick

anon... love... i don't know whether you want me to do smut or fluff sooooooo ima free style, if you wanna specify let me know

Highschool AU!

the bell to class was loud in the hallway jerking you out of your thoughts as you let out a tired sigh, getting up to start walking out of the classroom before you tripped over a fallen pencil and crashed into someone with muscles so hard it hurt

"yo! watch it." the other student yelled out making you groan nd rub your head.

"s-sorry, im a klutz," when you looked up your jaw was instantly on the floor you had crashed into sevika; she was a hot shot. a foreign exchange student with iron-like fists and a love for smoking. she had beaten up a guy so hard he remained in the hospital for days and the only reason she wasn't expelled for it was because she had valid reason for her actions claiming the guy had racially slurred at her

and although you didn't quite believe some random guy had the guts to insult her of all people, come on those muscles themselves looked threatening, you still found her so incredibly hot

"uh-huh, whatever." sevika grumbled before walking off, a little group seniors following her around like puppies

you let out a small sigh, we atleast she didn't bash your face in. you checked your timetable and saw that your next class was advanced maths.

ugh, great, differentiation. not something you were fond of but oh well let's just say you didn't quite enjoy the topic too much. as you made your way to the maths classroom, you were starting to get a little sleepy.

maybe you shouldnt have gotten up so early today morning to wash your darn hair, but what to do about it now? you walked in the class earlier than the class time so you could lay your head on the table and get some proper sleep.

the sound of the bell would wake you up, right? yeah probably

you put your head down and drowsed off the outside world just a dull buzz in your ear as you napped peacefully on the desk

you were woken with a deep, low yet rough voice calling out your name and almost violently shaking your shoulder. you woke with a start, scrambling and looking around just to face sevika sitting beside you, eyes narrowed as she stared at your groggy state.

"good morning sunshine," one of the classmates mocked, it was class time already and people were staring at you who'd been asleep on a desk...

sevika shook her head, taking her hand off your shoulder.

you couldn't help blush out of embarrassment and quickly pulled your hair down to cover your face as you faced your desk, averting your gaze low. the teacher chuckled, shaking his head and started with the lesson.

sevika had her arms crossed, leather jacket over her shoulder and barely cared enough to even wear her uniform properly. you watched her in awe at her guts for a while before sighing to yourself and facing your desk.

you didn't know sevika took advanced maths, it was a little admirable considering her... yknow, nature. she didn't seem like the patient kind. you watched from the corner of your eyes as sevika reached inside her bag, withdrawing a calculator.

maths class finished and you had barely understood the whole lesson because you've been staring at sevika for the whole time. you got up, trying to quickly put your things away for lunch time and dashed, bumping into sevika again.

the first time she'd let you be because she didn't think you were worth her time. but the second time? yeah, you're pushing it now.

she grabbed your wrist tightly, not crushing it — yet.

"you got a death wish or do you simply enjoy bumping into me, bunny?" sevika growled her voice low and rough

"s-s-sorry, I didn't- i... didn't mean to... im sorry," you stuttered out an apology, a small whimper issuing from your lips.

sevika rolled her eyes, "watch where you're going," she shoved your hands away with a scoff and slung her bag over her shoulder. you let out a small sigh, looking where she was standing. there was a chapstick on the ground. mint flavored chapstick... it was probably sevika's although she didnt look like the type to use chapstick.

you mentally noted that you had to return it to her and pocketed the chapstick, heading out of the classroom for lunch however you felt like you had lost your appetite. the ache in your wrist was dull but it was still there.

"where are you going?" your friend asks you after spotting you leaving the class

"well, sevika dropped her chapstick so im just going to the cafeteria and giving it back to her." you said with a small shrug

"sevika?... the sevika? are you insane?" she looked at you as if she'd seen a ghost

"no, just a good human being." you said with a roll for your eyes. to be fair you just wanted to see more of sevika

you walked to the cafeteria, the chattering of many students filling your ears. your eyes scanned over the numerous students and you spotted sevika at a far corner with her tight knitted group of friends. one of her lackeys were going on and on and on about something and she was staring into the distance barely listening.

this was it, you finally could have your moment and return the chapstick to her. it didn't seem like a lot but it was, considering how usually collected and cold sevika was to others.

"sevika."

part 2?

[activesplooger]

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ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: OK IM KINDA PROUD W HOW I DID THIS AHH. i hope u guys like it bc if not i will evaporate out of embarrassment.

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Your plan to get out more fails miserably and you end up in an even crappier situation. But over the next week, things start to look up as you finally get to go out for a work event. What bad could happen there?

ᴄᴡ: obsessive behavior, stalking, yandere, infatuation, smut, vox is mean and a pathetic lil bitch, hypnotism, dubious consent, humiliation, use of toys

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ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀᴘᴏꜱᴛ!

Vox had laid the ground rules for this little arrangement of yours:

No leaving the penthouse without his approval

No saying "no" to him, if he needed you to do something, you'd do it.

If he caught you cheating— "you'd never do that so why even bother mentioning the punishment!"

No talking to Valentino unless Vox was present

He would always have access to your phone and passwords.

but there were some advantages that he laid out for you as well! -

You could use his credit card any time for anything

You had full access to his private chef, private stylist (hair and clothes), chauffeur, and pretty much anything material that you desired

All your past bills that you neglected would be paid off

And, you got his love and affection! (you could do without that part)

__

Vox made sure you followed his rules, not that you were going to break them— as much as you hated to admit it, it's kinda better than barely scraping by. You were pretty much stuck in the penthouse all day (he'd never give you permission to leave, rule number 1 was practically useless). However, there was a silver lining! Vox was at work 24/7 and unless he gave you a surprise visit, you had the day to yourself!

When Vox was home, he wouldn't leave you alone. He was literally on top of you, sexually and non-sexually, non-stop. Touching you, showering you in gifts, whispering little words of affection in your ear. His love was suffocating. It might all sound endearing, but the "love" was veryy one-sided. You think part of him knows he doesn't love you. Does he care? No. As long as you say those three sweet words to him, nothing else matters! Even if they're told out of fear and force.

__

You've been living in his penthouse for a week, and you hadn't stepped out once. You became restless, and a little kooky, you had to get out for the sake of your mental health.

Grabbing out your phone, you swallow your pride and text Vox. You grimaced at his contact name "Love <3"— you figured he'd taken he liberty of changing his contact from "Boss.". You sigh as you bullshit the fakest lovey-dovey text ever. Anything to get out of this God-forsaken penthouse.

Love <3: < Where are you?

< I was in the shower

< Without me? ;]

Read Yesterday 8:57pm

—

Today 1:23pm

< Hello my love! Can I come visit you at work? <3

< Miss me already?

< Yesss, can I come?

< I don't know if I want you making a trek all the way over here.

< I'll be home at 9:00pm, don't worry, doll.

< But I miss you nowwww, it's only an elevator ride. :(

read 1:25pm

Oh god damn it, he left you on read! You silently prayed that he would respond, you couldn't take it.

Love <3: < Fine. Only because you begged. Come down and do not fucking talk to anyone, okay? I'll be watching you so don't even try it. Hurry.

< Thank you!! Love you so so much!

< Love you more, Doll.

__

You slapped on something modest so Vox wouldn't freak out and headed out to his office. The walk there wasn't nearly long enough. But, you could dawdle a bit and play it off as being clumsy and Vox would be none the wiser.

Walking out of the elevator, you make your way to his office slowly. "Doll!" he calls out, swiveling his chair to face you, "come here.". You step closer and he yanks your wrist, making you sit on his lap. Rough, possessive, kisses plague the back of your neck as you're sat on him. You try to maneuver your neck to get him to stop, but it only makes his touches more greedy. He grabs hold of your face, "You better fucking stop that.". A chill went down your spine, he could be really fucking terrifying when he wants to be.

The hand that's not gripping your jaw snakes down to your thighs, dipping in between them to delicately tease the sensitive skin. Your breath hitches, "V-Vox the door is open-". "Shh," his breath is hot against your ear. He hooks his claws under the waistband of your trousers, "Don't worry, nobody would say a fucking word if they saw anything.".

A shaky sigh escapes your lips as he slowly pulls down your pants. The fabric slides down your legs, the cold air hits your exposed skin causing goosebumps. "You're so beautiful," he kisses your cheek, "arms up, Doll.". He quickly removes your shirt and unhooks your bra, discarding it on the floor by his desk. Your body shakes as you're left naked on his lap, anyone could walk in at the moment. His door is left ajar, a simple peak by an employee— or god forbid an overlord—and they could see everything.

Vox rubs his large hands over the soft expanse of your bare thighs, "I wanna show you something.". In one swift motion, he lifts you off his lap and bends you over his desk. Your body presses against the cold hard surface, buttons prodding and poking at your bare torso.

"Look at this," he yanks the back of your hair, forcing your neck to crane upward at the monitors. With a click of a few buttons, camera footage of you purposefully meandering around slowly plays on every monitor. You can hear his angered, heavy, breathing panting loudly from behind you, "Think you can try this shit on me and not have me fucking find out?". "V-Vox I didn't mean to I-". '"B̶̾̀͘U̴̱̳̳̔͜͜L̷̓L̷̓͌̎Ś̸͙̺͆̏͂H̵̛̘̤̅̿͘͝I̸͂T̷̊̉̕," he roars, his voice heavy with static. A new image appears on the screen displaying the texts from earlier, "See when I said fucking "H̵̛̘̤̅̿͘͝U̴̱̳̳̔͜͜R̷͇̙̎̍́R̷͇̙̎̍́Ý̴̇̈́͘͝". I let you go out, and this is what you fucking do?! Do I need to remind you of rule number two?!". The clank of metal and flop of fabric hitting the floor is all you hear before he thrusts into you mercilessly.

"Fuck!" you yell out, whining at the dry stretched-out feeling. His hands roughly pinch at your nipple and clit while he rams his hips into yours, "This is why you're not allowed outside! Trying to avoid me? Fuck is your deal, brat?!". "I gave you EVERYTHING! Are you trying to get away? Talk to some other fucking prick, huh?!" his last word is punctuated by a brutal thrust. "No, V-Vox I'm so sorry, please-" tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your core starting to throb and clench around him. "Don't. You're never allowed outside again. Got it?"

You whimper helplessly, "Please I-I". "GOT IT?" he yells, yanking on your hair harder. "Y-Yes! I won't go outside!" your body betrays you, a coil building up inside you. You were undesirably close. "Good girl," he coos, releasing your hair only to force your head to the side. Your cheek is squished awkwardly against the hard metal of his desk, your head facing the door.

"I want you to look at whoever may come in, seeing you bent over for my cock like the slut you are," his cock continues to push into at a quick pace. Your face burns red. Anyone could walk in! God forbid it be someone you knew like a co-worker. Even if someone didn't see you, someone can most definitely hear you.

"You love me so fucking much, don't you? You're so fucking close I can feel it," he says smugly, his index finger rubbing lazy circles along your clit to tease you. He growls when he gets no response. A chunk of your hair is grabbed and your head is thrown backward to look at him, "Ä̵́̓N̸̏̒Ś̸W̵̉É̸̪̯̗̀̈̆͑R̷̎̍́ M̶̀͋̇É̸̪̯̗̀̈̆͑ W̵̉̔H̵̛̘̤̅̿͘͝É̸̪̯̀̈̆͑N̸̏̒ I̸͂ T̷̊̕Ä̵́L̷̓͌K̵̛̽̉ T̷̊̉̕O̵͆͊ Ý̴̇͘͝O̵͆͊́U̴̱̳̳̔͜͜.". His voice was loud and full of static. Tears fall down your face as you say the words you know he wants to hear, "I-I love you so much. I-I'm close. Please, can I cum?".

He chuckles wickedly and pulls out of you, the loss making you whine involuntarily, "After the stunt you pulled? No no.". You stand up and turn to face him. He's sat leaned back against his chair; Legs spread wide open, his jutting cock leaking cum from his cyan tip that drips down to his thighs. "On your knees," he commands.

You obey, getting on your knees before him. Before you can act he shoves your head on his cock, bobbing your head manually. The tip of his cock pokes the back of your throat, making you gag. "Watch it," he warns. He releases his forced movement and holds your hair out of your face, "Hnnf, fuck, that's it, SHIT!". Hot cum spurts out of his cock and down your throat. "Swallow," he looks down at you with narrow eyes. You obey, gulping down the slightly salty liquid.

You sit back while he pulls his pants back up, sniffling quietly as tears involuntarily spill from your eyes. "Come here," he curls his finger towards you and settles you on his lap. "Don't cry, doll," his teal claw wipes away your tears, "I do this because I love you. You have to learn.". You hated him. His excuse was total bullshit, the only thing you "learned" from this was how much of a psychopath he was.

But what could you even do in that moment? Rejecting him would only make this go from bad to worse. So, hesitantly, you lean your head against his chest and sob. "Shh shh, that's it," he coos, running a hand through your hair, "don't cry, Doll, I'm here.". You squeezed your eyes shut and clung to the fabric of his shirt, weeping softly. Frustration coursed through your veins, all you could do was sit there and cry.

After a few minutes, your eyes get droopy. You were exhausted and spent. After drifting in and out of consciousness, you succumb to slumber and nap on his lap.

You wake up in your shared bed, now clad in soft shark pajamas you assumed Vox had put on you. Shakily, you sit up from bed and look around at the desolate room. This is where you will reside for God knows how long... You wanted to cry, truly. But you just couldn't. You've cried enough. Now you're just numb, all you could do was start blankly at the tv in front of you.

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You had fallen asleep again a while later, waking up to the sound of the door opening and closing. Vox strolls in and sits beside you on the bed, a bag of takeout food in hand, "Wake up, Doll.". Turning over, you see his usual grin plastered on his face as he hovers over you. "I brought home your favorite food~" he holds up the bag. You sit up softly, "Thanks...". His eyes narrow in on you, "Don't tell me you're still upset-". "No no-" you defend, "I'm just... not feeling well.". "Good," he presses a kiss to the top of your head, "I hate when you're mad at me, especially for stupid shit.".

The two of you eat the food on the bed, though you could hardly eat. He's constantly checking your temperature and asking if you're okay every 5 seconds. You nod yes and poke around at the food on your plate. "You need to eat," he says softly, bringing a piece of food up to your lips. Begrudgingly, you take it. Despite how much you hated him at the moment, he was right, you did need to eat.

"That's it, princess" he smiles, feeding you another piece. It was kinda nice being fed. No doubt, you hated his fucking guts, but Its no use expressing that either. You leaned into his touch and were complacent when he pulled you close, having you rest against his chest. "I love you, okay?" he kisses the top of your head, "believe me when I tell you I only want the best...". __

A Week Later:

You'd spent the last week trapped in the penthouse, you started going a little crazy, but this morning seemed full of promise! Because of last week's debacle, you had been kissing major ass all week to get back on his good side and hopefully go outside again.

You wake up in a mess of tangled limbs, Vox's long legs intertwined with yours as he stares up at you on top of him, "Good morning. How did you sleep?". "Mm... fine," you mutter. "Glad to hear it," he rubs your back softly, "you've been so good to me this week, how would you like to attend a little work event with me? I'd love to show off a pretty little thing like you on my arm.". "Really?" you sit up and smile. Vox smiles and nods his head softly, "Mhm, as long as you stay by my side-". "Y-Yes! I would love to go!" you say cheerfully. You finally get to leave!

Vox clears his throat, “Don’t you have something to say to me?”. “Huh?” you turn your head, “Oh, right, thank you.”. “Annnd?” Vox turns his head and gestures to his screen cheek. Ugh. You cringe, feigning a sincere smile as you lean forward to kiss his cheek, "I love you.". "Good girl," he praises, "I think I'll take work off today, just spending the day with you until the event.". "O-Oh you don't have to do that-". "But I want to!" he interrupts grinning manically, his eye twitching a bit. "Alright," you respond softly. Jesus this man was unstable.

His long arms grab hold of you and pull you down on his chest, his grip tight and restricting. "Vox-" you mutter, voice muffled against his chest, "can't- breath-". "Shhh," he whispers, "just relax...". You sigh, adjusting yourself so that your cheek is pressed against his chest. His claws rake through your hair, gently massaging your head, and lulling you back to sleep.

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"Hey, wake up sleepy head."

"hmm?" you blink your eyes open and see Vox slowly lifting you off the bed and into his arms. "Hey," you protest weakly, squirming around in his arms, "put me down!". His grip was firm and unrelenting, chuckling as you tossed around, "Slow down there, tiger, I'm just taking you to the kitchen. I ordered breakfast.". "Put me back on the bed," you whine, overstimulated from his touch and exhausted. "No," he walks into the kitchen and sets you down on a stool beside the island, "It's already 8, time to get up.". You groan and rest your face against the island counter, the black marble cold against your cheek. Ugh. First, he smothers you, and now he's forcing you to wake up? Fuck him.

Vox rummages through the takeout bag and pulls out eggs Benedict encased in a plastic box. Placing a guiding hand on your back, he gently coaxes you upward, "Sit up, sweetheart.". "Mmmngh," you groan tiredly. He cuts it up and takes a forkful of food, bringing it up to your lips. Hesitantly, you take the food. "Hm," you say, your voice muffled as you speak with your mouth full, "this is good. What is it?". "Eggs benedict," he replies, bringing another forkful of food to your lips. You take another bite and swallow, "Is it some type of rich people's food?". Vox laughs, "Depends where you get it from. In this case, yes".

Vox moves closer, his breath hot against your ear, "Anything for you.". Bleh, now your appetite's ruined, "I'm full.". "You didn't each much," he frowns, "you sure you're full?". "Yeah," you sigh, "I'm definitely full.". "Alright," he kisses your cheek and takes away your plate of food, "next time we'll have you try caviar.".

You raise an eyebrow, "The fish shit? I'll pass.". A bark of laughter escapes his lips, "It's good! Trust m-". His sentence is cut off by the ringing of his cell phone, "Oh God dammit what now!". Grabbing the phone out of his pocket, he aggressively taps the "decline" button. He sighs, returning his phone to his pocket and plastering on his showman smile, "Sorry about that, where were we?". His phone rings again. Vox groans and picks up the phone, W̋Hͭ͐Ä̤̝̦́̂̚Țͬ?!". Your body recoils as he yells, his voice distorted and deafening.

He paces around the kitchen as he's on the phone, "uh huh" and "are you fucking serious?" repeating every once in a while. "Fine," he sighs, "I'll be there.". Retreating his phone to his pocket, he turns to you with a saddened expression, "Listen, doll, they need me at the office. Will you be alright here without me?". You fought back a smile as you responded, "I just might be okay.". "Alright," he kisses your cheek, "call me if you need me okay? I love you.". You nod, "I will, bye.".

His eyes narrow, "Bye? That's all?". You tilt your head, "Wh-". "Don't play ̖ͥf̥̖̗̗̔uc̟ͩk̂̋̍i͗n͎͊͒̀g͊͛̊ STUPID, Y/N!" he roars, sparks of blue electricity flying out from his screen. You gasp and flinch, your eyes squeezed shut as you prepare for the worst. "Oh shit," his hand rests on the side of his face in an annoyed gesture. Taking a deep breath, he calms himself down, the sparks beginning to fade, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell, I'm just frustrated at the fucking idiots at work who can't get anything done. Let's try this again.". He smiles and kisses your cheek, "Goodbye, I love you.". "I-I love you too, bye," you reply weekly. "Good girl," he presses a kiss to your forehead and heads out.

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You couldn't help but feel giddy towards the work event happening later today. You found yourself daydreaming about all the things you were about to finally experience again: socializing, being somewhere other than the penthouse, some semblance of normalcy. Ah! You kicked your feet and squealed in excitement.

Just then, you heard a knock at the door. Weird, you weren't expecting anyone— and Vox would've told you if he was getting home early. You swing your legs off the side of the bed and slide down, making your way towards the door.

Opening the door, you see the female imps you know to be Vox's personal stylists. "Oh," you smile down at them politely, "I didn't schedule a styling did I?". "Nope!" one of the imps pipes up, "Vox scheduled it for you.". "He did I-" before you can finish, the stylists let themselves in and take charge setting up in the bathroom.

A blonde imp grabs hold of your hand and drags you into the bathroom, immediately grabbing at your clothes to undress you. "N-No," you turn bright red and stop her from continuing, "I can undress myself, thank you.". She nods and begins to draw a bath.

Once the bath is ready, she gestures for you to step in. As you do, you sink into the warm water, letting the calming essential oils and bubbles relax your muscles, "Mmm.". "Is the temperature to your liking?" she asks softly, sticking her arm into the tub to check it. "Yes, thank you."

With your approval, another imp along with her each grab a limb and starts scrubbing and shaving. You wince in pain as they wash you mercilessly. "So much for relaxing," you mutter under your breath. After they finish their assault on you, you're ushered out of the bath and a robe is slipped onto your naked body.

The two stylists who bathed you sat you down on the vanity where a beautiful brunette imp smiled at you, "Hi there! I'm Gemma, I'm going to be doing your makeup today.". "Hi, Gemma," you respond, smiling back at her. Gemma gestures to the blonde imp who dragged you to the bathroom, "This is Brittany, she'll be doing your hair.". You wave to Brittany and are met with a cold glance as she gathers hair tools.

You couldn't blame her. If you were Vox's stylist you'd be in a bad mood too. The other imp, who wasn't introduced, rummaged through a box of clothes and filtered in and out of your closet gathering dresses and accessories. And with that, the stylists get to work on doing a full glam for the event.

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4:00pm

It takes a few hours for Brittany and Gemma to finish styling you. Your makeup was done beautifully, natural yet glamorous, while your hair was curled into a blowout type hairdo. As you looked in the mirror, you couldn't help but admire the job they'd done. You looked hot as shit!

Your vanity was cut short as the chair your in is swiveled around to face a stylist holding an array with dresses. "Alright," she holds up a white maxi dress and a light blue maxi dress, "how do you feel about these two dresses?". "Ehhh, I'm not fan, sorry," you admit. "I agree," she tosses the dresses aside, "hideous.".

The stylist goes into your closet and stifles through your clothes. "Aha!" she exclaims, returning from the closet with another dress. She holds it up and shakes it enticingly with a smile, "This is the one!". "Woah, where did you find that?" you get up from your seat and take the dress in your hands, fingers running over the material. "In your closet," she replies. Oh, right. Vox had gotten you so many dresses you had lost track of all of them at this point. The dress was stunning— a deep navy blue with a lace corset and beautiful glittery floral patterns all around.

The imp helps you into the dress and puts on the finishing touches— lotion, perfume, jewelry, accessories, heels, etc.

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The stylists leave after you pay them and you're left in the penthouse. You take a glance at yourself in the mirror before grabbing your purse and walking out. Right as you exit, Vox enters, already dressed up for the event in a crisp velvet navy blue suit. "Y/N, I'm- Woah," he stops as he sees you, his pupils dilating to the size of tennis balls as you meet face to face, "you look- amazing.". It's almost endearing the way he looks at you. You fight the blush creeping onto your face and turn your head to the side "Thanks, you too.".

He steps forward and smiles, offering his arm to you, "Ready, dollface?". You nod and smile, "I'm ready."

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You arrive at the event which seemed to be a little soiree for VoxTech affiliates and other overlords. Vox stays by your side the whole time, introducing you to people, escorting you around, and even dancing with you for a short while! It was a great night, Vox got to show off what was rightfully his and have you close while you got to socialize! Win-win!

The night was going smoothly, so smoothly in fact that he let you go unattended for a while to grab a couple drinks. You make your way over to the bartender and order two drinks. While you wait, a tall deer-esque demon approaches you. The Radio Demon. Fuck. Vox had vaguely told you about him before, seemingly not wanting to talk about him. But, he made one thing perfectly clear: Do not ever go near him.

You turn to the bartender, "I'm sorry to bug you but can you make this quick because-". A finger tapping on your shoulder interrupts you. You wince and hesitantly turn around, greeted with a sharp smile from the Radio demon. He extends a handout and shakes your hand aggressively, "Ah, you must be the famous Y/N everyone's talking about! Alastor, quite a pleasure to be meeting you!". "Uh, hi," you take your hand back and keep your responses short.

"So, I see you're one of Vox's victims, I mean partners— though I suppose the two are synonyms in this case HA HA!" he laughs hysterically at his own joke. "Right..." The bartender finally finishes with the two drinks and you grab them hastily and walk past him. Alastor leans against the bar counter with a smug grin, "I would get out of this little predicament if I were you.". You stop in your tracks, did he know about your situation with Vox?

"What?" you turn around. "Your situation," he pushes off the bar counter and steps closer, "I understand how Vox is. I was once you, you know— The apple of his eye you could say.". "You dated Vox?". "Goodness, no!" he laughs, "he simply just had taken quite the liking to me. I rejected him, obviously, but I am aware of his rather... obsessive behaviors.".

"I understand how... annoying, it can get," his eye twitches subtly before returning to its seemingly cheerful state, "what I mean to say is, I have a way to get you out.". "Get me out?" you repeat, eyes widening at his proposition. You fought an internal battle as you considered his words. Sure, Vox made your life torture sometimes but... was it any better than barely having the necessities to survive? Was Vox right when he said you needed him?

"...How would you help me?" you ask. Alastor chuckles lowly and extends a hand out to shake, a green glow emanating from his palm, "How about we make a deal?". Before you can answer, you hear a familiar booming static approach, "̣̝́Y/̼̙̂̈́N̊̐!".

Shiiiiiitttt...

Vox marches up to where you and Alastor are, his eyes fixed on the Radio Demon. Alastor smiles and disappears into a shadow before Vox can get to him. "God ̗̩̜ͅD̽̒Ä̤́̂̚M̰ͤ̚M̰̖ͤͫ̚I̗̝Țͬ!" Vox yells. He turns to you, his breath ragged and shaky. Before you can say anything, he tightly grasps your wrists and teleports you in a wave of static.

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You're suddenly transported back into the penthouse bedroom. Vox throws you onto the bed and looms over you, "I don't fucking get it! I've given you everything, and time and time again you've fucking- UGH!". He throws his hands in the air and paces around the room, "Money, clothes, food, shelter, LOVE— I'VE GIVEN EVERYTHING. WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP LEAVING??," his voice becomes strained and tears start to well in his eyes.

His words and tears strike a chord with you, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your stomach as he cries before you. This wasn't just about you leaving anymore. Carefully, you reach out and rub his back, "Vox, please... I wasn't trying to leave you this time, A-Alastor offered but I said no! I promise.".

His shuddering stops as you place a hand on your back, his body still as you speak. Once you finish speaking, he lifts his head, his digital display of eyes puffy and red, a scowl on his face, "Fuck! Stop pitying me! I don't know what to do to make you FUCKING STAY!". He jerks his body away from you and stomps over to the closet, searching through some boxes for God knows what.

"Vox?" you call out, "Are you okay?". No response. He comes out a few minutes later with a manic smile, his arms hiding something behind his back, "I'm gonna make sure you fucking stay.". Without warning, he pins you down the mattress and rips off your dress. "Vox what are you-?!". "QUIET," he demands, "I've had enough of that shit! You're gonna be obedient and you're gonna fucking love it.". He slides the dress off you along with your panties.

You shake slightly as he undresses you. His large hand rubs over your calf in a soothing motion, "Don't be scared, I'm gonna make you feel good, okay?". Vox reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a deep red double-pronged vibrator. The sight makes you clench your legs together tightly.

Taking hold of your knees, he spreads your legs apart. "Keep them open," he demands. With a click of a button, the toy jolts to life and vibrates at a low setting. "Hm, not nearly enough to tame this fucking brat," he mutters to himself as he switches it to a higher setting. He turns back to you with a cruel grin, "Much better.". Slowly, he brings the vibrator in between your legs and presses the head of the longer, thicker prong against your core.

"Fuck!" you exclaim, the vibrations causing you to squirm as your pussy aches for more. Scared of defying him, you desperately keep your legs open and thrash around, "Hnnf, oh god thats-". "That's right, doll," he pushes the vibrator deeper into you, causing you to gasp.

As the toy plunges into you, the second prong vibrates against your clit. The double stimulation makes you moan, an embarresingly needy whine that echoes throughout the penthouse, "F-Fuck, mmph, can't take it-". "Yes you can," he pushes it deeper, "and you will.".

He starts to slowly push the vibrator in and out of you. The pleasure becomes all to much for you. He pistons it in and out of you to a point where you're a mess— babbling incoherently as he continues to fuck you mercilessly with the toy.

"Hnnf, I, mmmph," you mumble. Vox chuckles and tilts the toy upwards so it hits your G-spot, enjoying the way your body writhes beneath his touch. You start to see stars as the pleasure overcomes you. Vox looms over you and gazes into your eyes, "Look at me.". Your half lidded eyes meet his swirling ones.

He's trying to hypnotize you, but you can't do anything about it as you rendered helpless against him. "You will be fucking obedient from now on," he says, "you will love me, and NEVER fucking leave me. Got it?". The once repulsive idea suddenly became so... enticing... the longer you look into his hypnotic stare.

"Y-Yes," you mumble, your voice whiny and high pitch. "That's a good girl," he pistons the toy in and out of you faster, "now tell daddy what you want.". "Want...," you mutter mindlessly, lost in a haze of pleasure and hypnotism, "want you.".

Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers, "That's it, now you're getting it, Doll. Go ahead, cum.". His words snap the tight cord in your stomach and you finally release. "Fuck!" you yelp, your back arching against the sheets as you buck forward into the toy.

You come down from you high and Vox removes the vibrator from you. Dipping a claw into your dripping slit, he scoops up your release and brings it to his lips. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop. "Divine," he looks back at you with a smirk.

As he cleans you up, you lay there and pant. Your mind was racing yet blank at the same time. The once disdainful thoughts about Vox turned to ones of compliance and adoration. You were so deep in "thought" you hadn't realized Vox had dressed you in a large t shirt and pajama shirts.

You sit up and see Vox crawling into bed in just his boxers. You weren't exactly sure why but you craved his touch. Immedietly, you crawl toward him and lay your head on his chest, cuddling close to his body. Vox smiles and massages your head with his sharp claws, "There we go. Was that so hard?". "No," you say mindlessly, nuzzling your head into his chest, "I-I love you.. so much...".

His smiles blissfully and closes his eyes, a single tear rolling down his cheek, "I love you more."

The End __

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you change the screen from your starting overlay.

"hello friends! thank you for joining me on my live stream today," you greet everyone. you watch the chat log fly as your audience members greet you. "i'm sorry for being late today. my computer decided that it needed to update itself instead of letting me stream."

you read the messages that are sent into chat for a second. 

"i'm listening to an album today," you answer someone's question. "just one for today, and i’ll take suggestions towards the end.”

svtcarat05: yes! another album review!

ynfan0202: pop??? is anyone good charting?

ynbot: !! please abide to all rules before sending messages to keep our chat safe and friendly !! :)

rocky900: is it vernon's new album? it's pretty sick

lsm33: what about s.coup's album?

cheolcheol: @lsm33 they listened to it last stream

you go onto the stream setup and change the screen that is showing on the livestream. a music platform appears, and you click on the album that you'll be listening to. 

"alright friends! we'll be listening to vernon's new album called "abyss." i have the album ready and the music videos," you announce to everyone. "we'll listen to the album first before we watch the music videos," you add. 

mysticsvt: what vernon's album?!

boototheseungtothekwan: yes!!!

cloversun37: who's vernon?

vernonnonver: some good stuff today

svtlover14: VERNON !!! MY BIAS

caratsunite: abyss and surface are my favorite songs

"wait, wait, wait, before i start...let me do something," you say and pick up your phone. you unlock it and call someone. 

the call picks up, "uh huh?"

"what are you doing?" you ask vernon. 

"nothing much, just out," he answers. "what's up?”

"i'm listening to your new album today."

"you haven't listened to it yet?"

"i need the content."

the door opens and vernon walks into your office. he holds his phone up to his ear, "it kind of hurts that you haven't listened to it yet. i even gave you a signed cd."

you end the call and laugh while starting to read the now frenzied chat. vernon pulls up a chair and looks at the chat too. 

"why are all of the messages coming in so fast?" vernon asks you. “i can’t read any of them.”

"i mean, you are kind of a big deal," you reply to him. 

hamstertiger: THERE'S NO WAY

thisis_redtoo: twitter was right! they are friends!

seventeenteenteenteen: hi vernon!!!

97line97: vernon !!!!!

lovemoneymingyu: VERNON

"sorry guys, i'm putting chat in slow mode because you guys are crazy today," you say and change the settings on another monitor. "for anyone who doesn't know, this guy next to me is vernon. we're listening to his album that just came out a few days ago."

"hi guys," vernon greets, "i was standing outside for like two hours waiting to come in here."

"he's lying! i would never do that to someone," you immediately interject. 

"you left me at the beach," vernon reminds you. 

"because you were asleep! seungkwan and dino were with you anyways," you say to him. "alright, let's get started! vernon, pick which song we should start with."

"oh, artist's choice? we can start with "abyss" first," vernon says while you press play on the his album. 

—

after ending the stream, you lean back in your chair and look at vernon. 

"so, how was your first time on one of the streams?" you ask him, wanting to hear his opinion since he is your first guest. 

"you did a good job. it was fun getting to be on this side of it," he says to you. "you really like my album, huh?" he asks, referring to your reactions. 

"well it is my boyfriend's album," you reply. 

vernon chuckles, "thanks for the support," he says to you and leans in to kiss your cheek. 

"anything for my favorite artist."

"and the content."

"it helps pay the bills.”

[octuscle]

Gym Motivation

Patrick put his iPhone in position and started the recording “Hello everyone! Today is leg day at the gym. I got this new energy drink to try from the cute guy at reception, let's see if it helps me. Darlings, let's start with one of my favorite exercises, the adduction on the adductor machine.”

Patrick took a big gulp from the water bottle and held the label up to the camera with his usual skill and randomness. He set the machine, selected his usual warm-up weight and smashed the elements together with a loud crash. “Darlings, I seem to have a little too much energy today. Let's up the weight a bit!” Patrick increased the weight. And increased it again. And again. Finally he found some resistance. At last the weight was high enough that he could only manage the eighth repetition of the set with the greatest effort. With a loud groan, he pressed the plates together one last time. “Guys, now the adductors are burning!” He took a swig from the bottle. “Fucking awesome stuff, guys, I'm telling you!” Patrick pulled up his trouser legs and tensed his thigh muscles. “So, not bad, is it? But let's not kid ourselves, this is a pussy exercise. On to my favorite, the leg press.”

Patrick went to the next machine, put the camera in position, put on 200 kg and sat down in position. “Guys, it's a warm-up weight of course, but first I'd like to give you a few tips on how to do it properly…” Patrick deliberately lifted the weight casually, lectured on the correct position of the head and back and then stood up to put on another 200 kg “No pain, no fun, right guys?” He sat back down in the leg press and moved the weight, his face contorted in pain. The weight dropped with a crash after the 12th repetition. “And now 10 repetitions with 500 kg! Let the babies burn! Fuuuuuuuck!” As Patrick finished the third set, one of the big guys from the gym came over and gave Patrick a respectful fist bump. His slim body had already visibly pumped up. Patrick showed off his impressive pumped up thighs and stroked the tattoos on his calf. “Bros, we'll do the calves next time. Now let's take care of the muscle that isn't called a gladiator bro for nothing: the gluteus maximus. On to the Romanian squats. Let's not kid ourselves: We real guys prefer working with dumbbells to machines anyway, am I right?” Patrick grabbed a barbell, put some weight on it and performed the squats in exemplary fashion. “Yo, bros, listen up! No hunching that back, got it? Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Fuuuuck!” Patrick took another sip. His forehead was covered in sweat. He took his towel, wiped off the sweat and said, “Yo, legs are crucial, my dudes! Don’t be that guy who skips leg day. But for real, we all know pumping these babies is way more fun, am I right?” He made his pecs dance. “Bro, every pump needs to be a blast and a grind, you feel me? Let’s hit that bench press, man!”

None of his live videos were supposed to last longer than an hour. None of his pumping bros followed him for longer. For TikTok, he would cut it down to a five-minute reel. He didn't need to show the adductor shit in particular, that was more to satisfy the few female followers…

“Sick pump today, bro! Hope I got you pumped to lift some weight as well!” He held the bottle up to the camera. “Yo, not sure if this rad stuff did anything, but it definitely didn't hurt, bro.” Patrick took one last swig from the bottle and reached for the camera: “Yo, dig in, bros! Catch ya tomorrow. Then we’ll get those biceps pumpin’!” And he switched off the camera.

Darren at reception smiled contentedly as Patrick, one of the gym's promotional figures, left the studio. The two said goodbye with a high five. Darren already knew what this gym needed: more pumpers and fewer wannabe fitness models.