#it’s difficult but my coworkers and managers are so sweet

[smilesrobotlover]

My manager apparently hired me mostly because of my Zelda necklace he’s so based

[skelly-words]

Stuck on a Desert Island (Bring Your Tentacle To Work Pt. 4)

idk why my brain's been so empty lately this took me a year, anyway... this is for u bae @ellieangelbee (also an ask that i accidentally deleted but it was prob you too)

this is so weird and random, but i wrote it with my whole heart

tags/warning- monster fucking, non-con, aphrodisiacs, feat. random coworker (f/f), it's algae/slime stuff, idk i'm being creative

wc- 1.5k

You've been hiking for hours, trudging behind your coworker through the beachy forest. The two of you walk along a postcard coastline somewhere in the Virgin Islands.

You knew it was gonna be an 'adventure.' That's what your boss, Amelia, had called it when pitching the idea to you two. 'The adventure of a lifetime.' Experimenting with alien life was difficult and risky, but if you managed to find a useful botanical specimen... For now, you can only dream of the cushy office and generous 401k plan.

So you're hiking in 90 degree weather and humidity that makes it feel like you're drowning on dry land. Your shorts stick and chafe against your inner thighs. Every few steps you're stretching the spandex back down only for it to bunch up again. Your coworker walks a few paces ahead. A line of sweat drags down the back of her tank top as she flips through a book to identify native flora.

-

It's nearly sunset when you stumble upon something new. A couple moonpools reflect the golden sky. Luminescent algae grows out from the pools, covering the entire rock interior of the cool cave. Near the pools, the glowing green algae is most dense, thinning to a sparse lawn of polyps at the edges of the organism.

"What is it?"

You watch her set her satchel down. She pulls out a few containers to gather samples. You quickly kneel near in the mouth of the cave to help her. The ocean is at your backs and the open maw ahead is lined with the blue-green glow of algae.

"I dunno. We're just surveying the area. This is..." She trails off and drops the specimen jar. "Does something smell to you?"

You both take a deep inhale and shuffle forward toward the fragrant pools. The algae is slippery and you have to crawl on hands and knees. The goo coats your skin, getting everywhere, making your clothes cling uncomfortably. And there's still that funny smell. It gets more distinct the closer you are to the pools, but stays light on the air. When you sit by the edge of the moonpool, you can almost taste it. Cacao butter, Brazil nuts, toasted coconut. Your coworker catches your shoulder before you can lean in.

"Wait. We don't know what it is, right?" She sounds far away even though her breath bats against the back of your ear. "Lemme try first."

You watch her dip a hand into the pool. First up to her wrist, then elbow, and finally reaching down and pulling up a handful of the sandy bottom. It drips from her hand, making waves of light ripple through the algae wherever it lands. It looks beautiful, almost hypnotizing.

"Wow," you mumble as the water trickles from her fingers.

Your hand dips into the water next. Dribbles run from your fingertips at first, handprints on the ground as your crawl around the edge of the pool. It's even more humid in the cave and the temperature rises as the setting sun centers itself in the opening.

You take another deep breath, trying to shake the fogginess, finally being hit by the exhaustion of the hike. The air is so thick with that scent of sweet oil. You lean down and splash water over your face, letting it run down your neck and chest. Your nipples perk up under your tank top as the icy water hits you.

"Let's just..." You trail off, almost forgetting what you meant to say. "Let's just get samples and..."

You look toward your coworker, trying to remember her name, what company you work for, the point of collecting samples. The shorts you're wearing need to come off. They're so itchy. All of your clothes makes your skin crawl, and your companion feels the same way as the layers start to peel away. The space between you narrows with the shifting floor. The spongy floor dips slightly and you slide together into the divot.

The slime coming off the algae gathers at the bottom and along the sides so every movement inches you closer. Your ass hits the floor with a splash and the liquid coats you thickly, tingling on your bare skin. You want to cry out in disgust and tell your friend to get it off, but you still can't remember what to call her or what the hell the two of you are doing. Plus, she's also covered in the stuff, more and more so as she tries to drag herself out of the small pit in the algae.

"We're stuck." She comes to rest against you at the bottom. Her legs tangle up with yours, scrunched into a pretzel in front of you. Her butt sticks up like she's trying to show you the mess of slick she's collected between her legs. You can tell the viscous blue slime from the needy stuff dribbling out of her pussy. Your fingers drag through her slit. It’s so wet. Strings of slick stick to your fingers as she jerks away.

"Where are we?" She asks, flipping to face you.

"Um, who are we?" Your hand drifts up to your mouth and you taste you dirty digits.

"We, uh- well, I- I'm..." The other girl opens her legs to slide closer to you and the walls grow around you. Her arms wrap you into a hug and a leg slips over your hips to pull your bodies flush.

The touch makes you feel complete, so soothed and comforted. Tendrils begin to sprout, thin and wiry and wrapping around you. They twist together, one over the other, into vines that snake over your body. Your wet cunt presses against hers when the appendages yank your legs apart. The puddle of goo squishes when you shift and grind together, humping against each other as the aphrodisiac in the slime makes your clit pulse harder.

She groans, trying to lift herself off the bottom of the pit as the floor swells. Peaks begin to rise out of the gummy algae to bump at your holes. Her efforts to get up force you to sit back harder on the lumps. They stretch and stiffen in your pussy. Both of them worm their way up to your cervix before swelling up to full size.

You can hardly take being spread this wide. Your friend rubs her engorged clit against yours. She grinds on the tentacles stuffing you full and makes them press deeper. The bumpy texture distracts her from the tendrils shoving into her until they start to expand. One pushes into her tight pussy and the other fucks her ass open. She takes it so well, latching onto your nipple to muffle her moans.

"I'm c-cu-" Your hips buck up involuntarily as you cum as you grasp blindly at the slippery walls. Your cunny is too full, clenching weakly around the two limbs. One of them jumps inside you, twitching and vibrating. A load of thick cum empties out of it as the tendril shrinks back to its original size.

The glowing goo coats your folds as she drags her puffy mound up and down. She tries to talk around your tit, "I'm so- g-gonna"

More of the thin sprouts work their way inside your puckered ass and spent cunt. Her hand reaches down, spreading her glistening lips apart. She pinches her clit between two fingers as you jump against her. The excited tentacles swell and burst inside you. Your eyes roll back, hips lifting helplessly into the air to meet her carefully guided rhythm.

Her teeth catch on your nipple as she talks. "They're kissing. I'm making them kiss." She goes back to sucking on the hard bud and using her free hand on the other one. She mewls at the sight of your cute clits sliding together. Yours throbs and pulses as she picks up speed. The thick bed of tentacles between you makes it impossible to push your bodies together and she humps you harder, making sure her sloppy cunt presses to yours as she squirts. You moan while her lips drool around you, spurts cum on you, only adding to the shallow pool surrounding your tangled bodies.

The pulse on your clit makes you spill over the edge. A milky ring of cream forms around the vines of algae stuffed inside you. It mixes to a blue cream as you ride them, smearing the juices together.

Your friend has a swell in her stomach. You watch it change as the appendages empty and fill inside of her. There must be at least a dozen in you. If you could see over where she's playing with you, you'd see a matching bulge in your tummy. They feel especially good when they buzz, right before implanting that thick seed.

Her pussy twitches and cums again, this time releasing only a small dribble of piss. It mixes into the slick dripping down your thighs. The puddle just gets deeper. You slosh in it to grind your slutty cunts together because you can't help it. You need more, another release. The spongy tentacles take their turns keeping you full. They’ve made you into a perfect toy, just like your friend. Both of you take at least ten in each gaping hole. And that should be enough. But your hands can’t stay off each other. You pinch and toy with her pink nipples while she massages your cunt. She knows exactly how to make you squirt now, after spending so much time with her hand between your legs. And it's never too much. Every time the overstimulation starts to hurt or your but feels sore, one of the vines jumps and ejaculates. The soothing jelly fixes it up and you're back to being fucked brainless.

You have no idea how you got here, but why would you leave?

A/N- I think this is a fitting close to this series. tysm for 700. maybe vore bc they might've been digested, idk.

[synthetickitsune]

hoshi,,,blind date,,,fluff

Hoshi (SVT) | Blind date fluff | 0.7k | gn!reader

The evening was… nice.

And that’s about all that you can say about it.

Honestly that is in part why you seldom say yes to blind dates. But since your one-plus-one deal coworker and trusted friend in one insisted you and their other friend Soonyoung should give it a try, you eventually agreed.

There was nothing wrong with him. He was nice. A little awkward, his shyness matching yours, but you didn’t mind much. He was laughing at your jokes a little too hard, but it was endearing. The conversation flowed well, he was kind, funny. Nice.  

Not to mention handsome. Maybe slightly cuter than a guy has any business being, but it works so well for him. It’s very charming, actually.

But for a date, it was nothing special - which is to be expected, of course. It was obvious he liked you, as much as you could like little more than a stranger, which made him less of a social butterfly than he is at the office (at least from what you could tell from his stories). You’re sure that the next date would be better since you’d be more familiar with each other, but honestly… Is it worth it? Perhaps you had too high expectations after a long and tiring week, just craving something magical to make the struggle worth it.

You feel slightly guilty for feeling that way when Soonyoung has been nothing but sweet the whole time, even now as you’re strolling along the river with the setting sun shining down on you, he’s great. It’s quiet, the comfortable kind of quiet. You’re grateful for the brief pause in conversation as you sip on the cold drink in your hand. 

The park on your other side is getting empty, but there’s still plenty of people chatting on the blankets having a late picnic. The insects are buzzing, the water is rippling. It all makes up a nice ambiance of dying summer.

While you’re pondering the pros and cons of a second date, the kids in front of you finally talk their parents into buying them some ice cream. Just as you’re passing by them, the youngest one tries to run away from its siblings and the ice cream suddenly splatters on the ground as they wobble. The kid looks at the mess like it’s the biggest tragedy to ever befall mankind.

You bite your lip, trying to stop yourself from laughing. Soonyoung next to you isn’t so successful.

He starts walking faster, about to burst, and his barely contained laughter only makes it that much more difficult for you so you match his pace, and then all it takes for you to lose it is one glance at each other. At least you’re out of earshot of the parents fussing over the kid.

“It’s not nice,” a shaky breath interrupted by laughter, “To laugh at something like that.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” you don’t take the scolding to heart, instead you try to calm your breathing. Which just makes Soonyoung laugh harder, which in turn makes you laugh again.

“We’re really messing up our karmas,” he finally manages to say relatively calmly after a couple minutes. He wipes at his eyes quickly and you take the opportunity to do the same.

“I’m so glad you started laughing first,” you take a deep breath, “I thought you’d judge me.”

“Never!” his hand shoots up to clutch at his chest as he acts all offended.

“Are you sure?” you tease, “I’d be very disappointed if that was a lie.”

“My sense of humor is really childish,” he waves you off. His ears look a little red. Soonyoung really is a bit too cute. And you still don’t mind.

“Yeah? Give me your worst joke,” And that challenge is your undoing. 

How you got here, sitting by the river and leaning on Soonyoung because you’re laughing so hard, you have no idea. It’s a blur - and the memory is filled by too many jokes that would just make your cheeks hurt more. He really wasn’t kidding, the jokes are bad. Horrible. Childish. And exactly your taste. And just what you both needed to relax and be comfortable apparently.

Somehow you’re still sitting there when the sky gets dark, just talking. The contrast of before and now is night and day. Suddenly you’re reluctant to leave even though you really should. And your date doesn’t seem too excited about the idea of leaving either - not even after you already scheduled another date.

Although you think just one more won’t be enough.

[leavemethefuckalne]

Lesson Learnt - Hange Zoë

Hange can't stand it when reader is a brat so has no choice but to fuck them to their senses c;

MINORS DNI !!

Hange, they're so sweet bless them. They'd do anything to please you and make you happy. Even with how difficult you can be sometimes, they do their best to meet your standards and to satisfy you no matter what.

"Is that what I asked for?" Hange's expression is blank, trying to process what they've done wrong. "Ahh my bad I'll just return it, I still have the receipt, my apologies dear." Hange reaches forward to collect the wrong item they had purchased off the table. This was the second time they'd done this, Hange can't seem to remember the difference between loose makeup powder and pressed powder. You sigh in annoyance, trying your best to not let it show in your speech but failing . "It's fine, I'll just manage with it." You say bluntly. You didn't mean to, it's just that today you were going to dinner with your coworkers. This would be the first time that they'd meet Hange and you wanted things to go perfectly, hence why your stress levels were higher than usual.

You were finishing up your makeup when you asked Hange to help pick out and iron your favourite red dress. "The one that I always wear for special occasions." You described to Hange. Hange started scrambling through your closet, trying to locate the dress you were referring to. They came across two red dresses, both that you usually wear to evening events. You were already quite annoyed at the fact that you were running slightly late and poor Hange didn't want to ask further questions about which dress it was between the two. So they betted on their luck and went with the first option. 

Unfortunately for Hange, it was the other dress that you wanted to wear. You entered the bedroom only to find your short red dress layed out on the bed. You felt as your suppressed temper started to rise to your throat, spreading out to your temples. "Hange!" They quickly came running from downstairs to your bedroom. "What's wrong dear?" You scoffed and looked around in disbelief, eyes searching for an audience who'd understand you. "What's wrong? What's wrong?!" "I told you to pick out the dress I always wear, this is a formal night with my co-workers why the fuck would you pick this skimpy shit out for me?!" A stoic expression takes over Hange's usual sheepish face, you could swear the reflection in their eye had dimmed ever so slightly. They swallow thickly and let out a sigh, picking up the dress from the bed and hanging it back in the closet. They pick out the second dress and turn on the iron and begin ironing it, all without exchanging a word. 

You were too riled up to even notice Hange's character and continue muttering to yourself in annoyance. "And now we're going to be late, have you even ironed your blazer Hange?" "Yes y/n I have." "And your pants?" "Yes y/n I have." You look over your shoulder at them, still ironing your clothes. It was a little unusual for them to refer to you by just your first name alone but you didn't question it as you were too busy trying to pick out which bag to take.

It was now quarter to 6. You had fifteen minutes left to get there. It's a fifteen minute drive and you had both still not left yet. You couldn't find the car keys and you could've sworn Hange last had them. "How many fucking times Hange oh my God you just love misplacing everything!" Hange remained quite, looking around the living room and checking behind the sofa to see if it had fallen behind it. It's not like you to have a go at Hange, but you've been so stressed out over this dinner that you've accidentally taken some of it out on them. Eventually you found it, it was in Hange's coat pocket, the one they wore out when they went to buy your powder. You didn't even berate them for it, you just rolled your eyes muttering a unnecessary "how surprising" at them.

You managed to arrive only 5 minutes late to the venue. You'd usually wait for Hange to get out from the driver's side and come open the door for you but you let your snarkiness get the best of you, opening your own door yourself and rushing into the venue without them. Not your smartest move and one you'd regret later on.

-----

Dinner went fine, you received compliments on your dress and everyone was really friendly and kind to Hange. You did notice that they were a little quieter than their usual extroverted self, you didn't bat an eye to it though. Whilst eating, you placed your hand on Hange's lap, as you usually do for comfort. You were met with shock as you felt Hange gently brushing off your embrace with their hand. They didn't even turn to face you whilst doing so, leaving you staring at their side profile, scanning their face for any sort of answer. Throughout the night, Hange wouldn't let you touch them even in the slightest ways; ways that you usually do when you're feeling anxious or awkward. You tried to keep your cool and not make a scene in front of everyone, pretending like you didn't notice when Hange would move their leg away any time your knees would touch, or when Hange would slightly shift over when they felt you were too close.

The night was drawing to an end and you and your co-workers said your goodbyes and parted ways. Hange made their way out of the venue leaving you behind and entering the car without helping you get in. The car ride back was silent. Only the clicking of the indicator and gentle rumbling of the engine filling in the silence. The silence did allow you to reflect on how you were speaking to Hange before you left. It's only now that the severity of your actions had started to hit you. You felt like an idiot for not noticing Hange's stoic behaviour, even when she was calling you by your first name. You just thought you'd be able to talk it out when you got home.

Hange pulled up into the drive way and parked; getting out the car without bothering to open your side of the door for you. It was a simple gesture, one that most people would overlook, but Hange always insisted on opening your side of the door. You were their princess after all as they would say so. You climbed out the door, trying not to stumble in your heels and made your way in after them.

Before you could even shut the door, Hange had already cornered you by the door frame, leaving just an inch of space between you both. You could feel their warm breath on your cheeks, melting the stiffness on your face from the cold December weather outside. You'd be a liar if you said you weren't a little scared right now. "Hange I-"

"Shut the fuck up." Their tone was laced with anger yet they delivered it so calmly. You were terrified, hell, you could feel your knees bucking down against the door in a desperate attempt to further the distance between you and them.

They used their right knee to forecfully push your knees back up straight, closing the distance, grabbing your chin with their left hand. "I swear to you y/n you fucking piss me off sometimes, I swear to God you do." You felt sqeemish under their overwhelming presence, any confidence you had earlier on had completely vanished.  Hange's knee was moving dangerously close to your core. You closed your eyes to protect yourself from their gaze. 

A barely audible "I'm sorry" was all you could let out under them. "You're such a little fucking brat y/n, what did I do huh? All because I didn't get your powder is that it? Or was it the keys, was it all over that? You think you can talk to me however you want? I can't stand it y/n you know I can't." Hange never raises their voice at you, they weren't even being loud. But something about their tone was scaring you, you had never seen them like this. "I'll make it up to you I promise, I'm swear I'm sorry." That was all you could make out in a desperate attempt to be let off the hook this one time. "Oh you will be, don't you worry about that." Hange said before they removed theirself from you, ordering you upstairs.

---

"Strip"

You didn't even protest. You slowly began taking off your jewellery, placing it on the vanity. They were starting so intently that their eyes alone could undress you. You couldn't reach the zip at the back of your dress. You turned your back towards Hange and they quickly caught on. They began tracing your body with their calloused fingertips, all the way up from the curve of your hips to the tops of your shoulder blades, then to the centre, slowly ziping down your dress, knuckles brushing down your backside as a guide for their movements. Synchronised, their hands peel of the straps on each side of your shoulders, allowing you to pull the dress down to your ankles, leaving you in just your undergarments. 

You could feel your embarrassment rising from your feet to your face; this was just one of many times where you have been exposed to Hange but never like this. You felt like you were being preyed on. "What the fuck are you waiting for, take the rest off." Hange commanded. There was no protest on your end. You turned to face them again, unclipping your bra slowly, removing it and placing it on the floor. Your underwear followed swiftly. You couldn't tell if it was the size of Hange's pupils that made their eyes appear so dark or if it was the thick lust clouding their once brown pupils. Your nippes hardened at the cool breeze of the room, goosebumps forming from the cold or from Hange's stare sending chills down your spine.

"On the bed."

You positioned yourself towards the centre of your bed, staring intensely at the ceiling. You could hear Hange unbuttoning their shirt and removing their pants. They still had their vest and boxers on. "Are you gonna behave for me?" Your anxiety rolled up and lodged like a ball in your throat. You swallowed it down thickly almost causing you to choke on your words. "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Hange."

"Good girl."

"I don't like doing this baby you know that, but I don't like it when you behave like that." Hange spoke with discipline yet with care. "I know Hange, I'm sorry." You let out, accepting your fate. "I know you are baby, I know." Hange leaned forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, almost like she was accepting your apology and apologising at the same time for what was about to come. 

---

The teasing. It went on for what felt like hours.

Hange was positioned on top of you, their legs on each side of your hips, both arms placed on either side of your head to support their weight. They'd leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your stomach; nibbling gently at your collar bones, marking you. They kissed you, tounge entering your mouth, dancing it's own rhythm, you struggling to match their energy back. There was no fight for dominance here, Hange had taken it all from you. Their hand would carefully trace from your neck, down to your chest and up to your right breast, their palm slowly caressing the soft flesh whilst catching your areola between their index and ring finger, rolling the sensitive nub gently. 

A series of whimpers and soft moans were released into Hange's mouth, still connected with your own. You almost forgot this was supposed to be a punishment. They disconnect from your lips for a moment, bringing their hand from your nipple to your mouth, now using their index finger to hush your lips gently "Shh, baby I don't wanna hear it. I've heard enough of you today." You whine again silently in protest and from the loss of sensation from your nipple. They began repeating this process, now moving onto your left breast; leave a trail of kisses and marks, then halting their movements any time they'd hear you whimper or notice you were showing any signs of enjoyment.

You were growing increasingly impatient by the minute and wasn't sure how much of this you could endure before crying from frustration. Hange's ego was being fuled by seeing you rilled up and desperate under their simple touches. You could tell by the way their lip would curl up into a smirk against your mouth anytime you would let out the slightest noise, mouth agape from their movements. They loved seeing you whine and protest every time their mouth would go back to work on the same areas without going down to where you really needed them.

Hange can't get enough of seeing you like this, but they're not cruel. After what seemed like forever, they finally began increasing their movements, their mouth now working on your breasts. Their hands traced the sides of your stomach gently in an up and down motion as their tongue worked around your hardened nipple's, the tip gently dipping into the ducts, sucking and nibbling gently around the flesh. You tried your best to contain your whimpers but it was all too much, your hands now also desperately searching for any sort of grounding to latch onto, finally settling on Hange's toned back. Hange abruptedly detached themselves from your body, only  connected still by your hips. 

"A ah ah." Hange warns as you whimper at the loss of connection. "What did I say about making noise hmm, and those hands are too loose, let's say we do something about them?" You object to their request but you have no say in what they choose to do to you tonight. Hange peels themselves off you, and off the bed. You could finally close the gap between your legs attempting to soothe the ache between your thighs as discretely as possible. You could hear them shuffling around through the drawers looking for something.

You got too carried away as you didn't even notice them towering above and staring directly at you, unimpressed by your actions. They had their harness on with the dildo to the side, and in their hands some rope and your underwear. You felt their two hands forcefully pull your legs apart, your eyes shot open, placing themselves between your legs again. You heard a slapping noise followed by a sharp stinging on your thigh. "Don't try that again y/n. This is your final warning." They sooth the stinging pain on your thigh with their hand. "I'm sorry, I just need you to ple-" another slapping noise ripped though the now warm air, followed by another stinging pain. "You're really testing the waters y/n. Fucking brat, shut up and be a good girl for me for once."

They grabbed the rope they had placed on the bed and used it to gently tie a knot between your wrists. They then grabbed your discarded underwear, "Here, since you can't seem to shut up." They squeezed the sides of your mouth open and shoved in your laced garment. You wriggled in protest, more so for your hands to be freed. Hange ignored you and began kissing your navel, moving down to your pelvis and thighs. They lifted one of your legs onto their shoulder,  slowly kissing down from your shin to your  inner thighs, so so close yet so far to the throbbing heat between your legs. You let out a stifled moan, the fabric of your panties muffling your sounds. 

Hange finally started placing gentle kisses just above your core, lips just gently grazing the top of your vulva. They took their two fingers and gently traced between your lips, gathering up some of your arousal. The feeling had your mind running laps, it was the first kind of contact you'd gotten since this all started. You were breathing frantically, letting out chopped whimpers and moans through the fabric, hands writhing between the ropes. Hange continued like this, just like as before; peppered kisses along your thighs and vulva, gentle traces around the outsides and then withdrawal. This was your breaking point.

Your throat hurt from the constant moaning, you couldn't take it anymore. Hange pulled their hand away from your core, instantly being met with persistent protests from you, then gathering enough slick before taking your panties out of your mouth and replacing it with their two fingers to pacify you. "Can you do a quick taste test for me, I need to see if you're ready or still need more work." You desperately swirled your tongue around their fingers, sucking hard and tasting yourself, nibbling gently at the flesh of their blunt fingertips. "Now tell me, have you learnt your lesson yet?" They ask, removing their fingers from your mouth being instantly met with your response. "Yes Hange, please, I'm sorry ohmygosh I'm sorry just please I'm begging you please." Hange had to hold back a moan from your voice, seeing you like this made a mess of them too. "Please what darling, use your language baby what is it that you want?" "You! Your fingers, anything oh please fuck me Hange please fuck me I wanna cum so bad please I'm begging you." You moan back desperately, not a single ounce of shame laced in your response. 

How could Hange say no to such a sweet request. "That's my good girl, you're so good for me, I'll give you what you want I promise." They swiftly remove the rope from your hands, using their palm to soothe the burn. They leave a trail of kisses from your neck all the way down to your navel, just above your bush. Finally, Hange starts to go down on you, they lick a stripe up from the bottom of your vulva to the top, tongue lapping at the hood of your puffy and swollen clit. A sinful moan rips through your vocal chords, your body shaking from pleasure. Your hands palm at the well roughend bedsheets, one arm finally resting at the top of Hange's hair gripping for relief. They can't help but also moan at your reaction, sending vibrations through your core. They rest both their hands onto your thighs and caress them gently, their tongue coaxed with your slick and cum, the salty flavour mixing with their saliva. 

"You're so fucking wet for me baby" Hange keeps the praises coming as your moans get more and more frequent. They gently suck on your puffy clit, using their tounge to do gentle small licks in between. Your eyes are shut tight as your hands instinctively push Hange's head further into your core for more release. "Just like that ah, Hange oh fuck fuck" Hange removes their right hand from your thigh and gentle inserst their ring and midde finger into your core, fucking you gently whilst sucking and flicking your hood with their tongue. You could feel your eyes practically roll to the back of your skull as Hange's long slender fingers rim through your spongey walls, curling and rubbing your sweet spot over and over again. 

Hange knows your body too well, more than you do, they can tell the knot in your stomach is seconds from being undone so, slowly they retract their movements, causing you to moan in dissent. "Relax baby relax, I've not even used the strap yet, I'm not going anywhere. Where would you like to be, on your front or back?" "Any fucking where Hange I don't fucking care." Hange laughs at your response, leaning forward to kiss your sweaty forehead. "Atta princess, just lie there and look pretty for me m'kay imma make you feel good." 

Hange finally removed their vest, exposing their perky tits and defined torso. Hange attached the dildo to the strap, now kneeling on the bed. "How about on your back so I can see your pretty face when you come undone for me, how does that sound?" Hange reaches forward and grabs two pillows, placing one just under your tailbone and the other under your head. "Just get on with it please Hange." you moan back begging, Hange can't help but laugh at your desperation. "You're so fucking feisty gosh y/n, gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you." 

They meant it.

Hange aligns themself with your entrance, the tip just barely going in. They lean forward, grazing their nipples along your chest and scoop their arms under yours, allowing you to hold onto their back for support. Finally, they enter you slowly, pushing in inch by inch. Your moans coaxed Hange's ears like sweet honey, a sluttery voice that made them want to take you there and then without waiting. But they refused to. They patiently waited for you to give them the heads up to continue moving. "You take me so well baby, just tell me when you're ready and I'll go." You nodded in response into the crook of their neck. They slowly began pulling out and then pushing back in, eventually picking up the pace.

"Hange faster please!" you moaned out, your speech slurred and mixed with desperation. "As you wish princess" Hange sat up and placed one of your legs over your shoulder. They then positioned themselves between your legs, hitting you at an angle and at an increasing speed. More sinful moans errupted from your throat, not holding back anymore. Hange guided the shaft of the dildo right to the hilt of your core, your cum and slick leaking onto the pillow beneath you. "Gosh you're so fucking wet baby, ugh you take my cock so well. Wanna fill you up so bad." Hange can't help but babble out loud; you're too fucked to even process what they're saying, only responding with your whimpers and moans.

Hange keeps up the pace, using one arm to hold your leg in place and the other to keep hold of your pelvis, keeping you in place. "Hange I'm close I'm so close please don't stop, oh" They could see you writhing more and more under their hold, your knot finally being loosened, ready to be burst open at any givin moment. They wanna give it to you so bad, knowing that you deserve it after being patient for so long. And they finally do: hot flashes of white took over your vision, "Fuck fuck Hange I'm coming holy fuck oh" ; your core throbbing so tightly around Hange's girth, as they continued to fuck you through your orgasm still not stopping. You couldn't even moan anymore, your body shook violently from pleasure, back arching off the mattress, slowly riding it out. "That's it beautiful, oh you're so fucking good for me, cum for me princess." Hange slowly decreased their pace, still trying to help you ride out your high. Hange was still yet to halt their movements, trying to make it last out for as long as possible. You started to whine from overstimulation and gently grabbed Hange's hips to a stop. Hange, still inside you, leaned forward and placed soft gentle kisses all over your body in attempt to ground you back to reality. 

"You did so well princess I'm so proud of you. Imma pull out now so I can clean us up okay baby?" You nodded and Hange slowly pulled out, your cum slowly following through. Hange grabbed a wet, warm towel and gently started wiping the mess between your thighs and on your body. They removed the strap and joined you on the bed, laying next to you. You lean over and place your head on their chest, matching the rhythm of their breathing. They move a hand to stroke your hair gently, tilting their head down to place gently kisses on the sides of your face and hair. Hange looks from over your shoulder and admires their work: Your body is littered with marks and love bites. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much dear?" You hum a no in response. You were so fucked out of reality you weren't really saying much. Hange's praises were slowly grounding you: "You did do well baby." "You did amazing." "I'm proud of you."

...

"Don't think I've forgiven you that easily. We're not done yet."

That one brought you to your senses real quick.

[hanniebaeee]

Hide and Seek

Jeonghan x fem!reader

Warning: Lots of touching and kissing 💋, drinking, Joshua, Mingyu and Vernon also have a crush on you, and they don't give up on an opportunity to have you (sorry!)

Genre: suggestive MDNI

Summary: Every year your office group goes on a team outing. This is your first year with them, and you play a drunken game of hide and seek.

a/n: This is so silly, actually. The boys looked so so good in this particular episode of Going Seventeen and I've been dying to write something fun and naughty ever since!

Being the only girl in a team of boys has many perks. You're their princess. They take care of you - you don't even have to lift a finger. So much attention. Attention and pampering overload. And it's even more fun when at least a few of them have a crush on you.

You were the only girl working with a team of boys when you joined The SVT Group. You were terrified to begin with. Some of you new coworkers loved you at first sight - like Mingyu and Hoshi (your team lead). They showered you with compliments all the time and assisted you with any work you found difficult. Then there was Seungcheol, Joshua and Wonwoo - so caring and protective. Dino who looks up to you - literally, you were his idol. Vernon, the one with the cute shy smiles, deep conversations and the best playlists. Seokmin, Minghao and Seugkwan who were such good friends. And then, there is Yoon Jeonghan. He teased and teased and teased.

Not to forget your cute manager, Jihoon. He was so sweet - literally the dad of the group.

The boys always took you along when they hung out since you were new to the city and so far away from home. They were your colleagues and your friends. And you loved them.

One day, they told you about their annual team outing. The entire team, would find somewhere fun to go - do touristy things, just have fun together. A good team building activity, not that this particular team needed any. This time Jihoon and Hoshi had decided on a resort in the mountains. Lots of hiking, nature walks, good food and you would also get the entire place to yourselves. This was your first time too, so all the preparations were a bit extra.

The first two days were very busy and tiring since you hiked and camped and hiked some more. You were all too tired by the end of the day to do anything else. So the next day was a rest day. Everyone lazed around the resort. Swimming, reading, eating, meditating and sleeping.

By evening, the drinks were brought. But Jihoon didn't want you to be drinking with all these boys.

'No. This is non-negotiable. Go to bed. We'll do something together tomorrow ok? Your safety is our responsibility. I won't compromise with that.' Jihoon said, firmly, shaking his head. 'And this is not open for discussion, so Y/N, go to bed.'

'Not fair!' Dino whined.

'I'll send you to bed too, Dino.' Warned Jihoon, making the youngest of the group fall silent.

You pouted before reluctantly saying good night and leaving. You sat reading a book and after a couple of hours, you got a text from Dino.

Dino: Woozi and Hoshi have gone to bed, if you want to come down.

Y/N: Seriously?

Dino: Only if you want to

Y/N: Be right there

You flew down the stairs and entered the hall where the boys sat. They were all sprawled around the room, cans and bottles scattered around them.

'What are you doing here little girl?' Jeonghan asked lazily, his eyes studying you.

You were dressed in a deep red jumper and pyjama pants, your hair a messy bun. You could see that most of them were quite drunk. Some more than the others.

'Here to steal a drink.' You said with a grin.

'Should've stayed in your room like you were told.' he said tsk-tsking.

'Yah, stop that!' Mingyu said, giving you space to sit near him and letting you take a sip of his beer. 'You're safe with us.'

'Says the one who kissed Seokmin last year after drinking.' scoffed Wonwoo.

'You didn't!' You gasped.

'In my defense, he was wearing a wig!' Mingyu said, with embarrassment.

'That was for the game you idiot!' said Seokmin.

'What game?' You asked, sneaking another swig of Mingyu's beer.

Seungcheol shared a grin with Jeonghan.

'So, we usually play a game during our team holiday.' explained Joshua. 'Most of the time we're pretty drunk to remember anything the next day, but yeah, it's fun.'

'I'm intrigued.' You said, eyeing Jun and Minghao who were slumped unconscious on the carpet. Vernon and Seungkwan was nearly there too.

'It's fun, Y/N. This is one night we usually forget all boundaries and have the most fun. No judgments or discussions later.' nodded Wonwoo. 'That's a rule.'

'Join us.' said Jeonghan, licking his lips.

You shivered at the bedroom eyes he gave you. You stare at each other for a few seconds until Mingyu shielded you with his body.

'Stop doing that!' He said, pulling you to his chest. Mingyu was so warm, it was making you sweat.

'Let's play tonight.' said Seokmin rubbing his hands together. 'I think this will be the best year yet!'

'What are we playing?' You asked.

The boys were silent before Seungcheol said 'Hide and seek?'

'Really? Hide and seek?' You giggled.

'We'll make two teams. Hiders and seekers. It's just not finding you, the seeker should bring you back here. If no one gets you by dawn, and you get back to the starting point, you win. And you can demand anything from any of us. But if one of us manages to catch you and bring you here, you'll do whatever that person wants. WHATEVER. You don't get to say no or make a fuss then.' Seungcheol explained.

Jeonghan's eyes were fixed on you, a smirk playing on his handsome face. You held his gaze and felt a strange desire to kiss him. Sighing you looked away.

'Ok, 100 points for each person you find. And since Y/N is Y/N, 500 for her.' Seungcheol said, grinning.

'Yah!' You said jumping up from her seat. 'That's so unfair!'

'I told you, you should've stayed in your room.' Jeonghan said, laughing.

'You can't all hide together. But if you see your teammates being captured, you can help them escape. And the seekers can also help each other when necessary.' Joshua added.

'Does that sound ok, Y/N?' asked Wonwoo.

You nod, chewing on your lower lip.

'Good!' Said Joshua. 'Who are the seekers?'

Jeonghan, Mingyu, Seungcheol, Joshua, Jun and Vernon raised their hands.

'That means Wonu, Dino, Hao, Seungkwan, Y/N and DK can hide.' Said Seungcheol.

Seokmin got to work, waking up your sleeping friends. Seungcheol prepared the shots you would take before the game began. Once that was out of the way, Jeonghan said 'Hiders can run first. After 10 minutes, the seekers.'

'No closed or locked doors. No sharp objects. No going outside the building. We don't do violence, this is supposed to be fun. Ok?' Said Seungcheol.

'Any questions, Y/N-ah? Seungkwan asked. 'Because once the game begins, you can't quit.'

'You guys are really scaring me.' You said, raising an eyebrow at Seungcheol.

You couldn't help but feel like Little Red Riding Hood in your deep red jumper, being pursued by some very handsome and drunk wolves.

'You guys will help me, won't you?' You asked your teammates, with a hint of doubt in your voice.

'We'll give our lives for you.' Dino assured you. 'Don't worry.'

Jeonghan laughed. He looked so intimidating and sexy, you really were scared.

'Run sweetheart. Run.' He sang, shooing you away with a wave of his hand.

'I hope I'll have some self-control tonight.' Mingyu muttered, running his fingers through his silky hair, watching you run away with the other hiders. He was deeply aroused by the sight of you in your pyjamas, mildly drunk and giggling as you ran.

'Be gentle with her guys. She's terrified.' said Vernon, already feeling bad for you.

'She wanted to play.' Jeonghan pointed out with a shrug. 'Don't forget your part.'

In 10 minutes, after one more round of shots and the boys poured out of the room.

You ran as fast as you could. Alcohol wasn't your strongest point, and you felt the warmth of the shots you'd done spread through your body. The entire building was silent. You didn't see anyone at all, except for a person dozing at the reception. You glanced at your watch. It was 1:15 am. You had a few hours before dawn.

The first place you ran to was the staircase. You had seen a bit of a gap between the stairs and the wall behind it. In that gap was a huge potted plant that really needed a trim. You could hear footsteps and Mingyu's loud laugh from behind you. This had you scurrying past the leaves and you hid behind the plant, under the staircase.

Your mind was foggy, but you tried to remember any other options for when (or if) you got caught. With all the noise in your head, you had forgotten to stay alert in the present. It was strangely silent now.

Your breath hitched as you saw a movement on the other side. No way were you getting caught so easily. The person was moving back. So did you - edging back. Well, big mistake. This ruffled some of the leaves of the plant and the person stopped. You pressed a hand against your mouth and nose, eyes wide. But the person bent down and said in a whisper, 'Come out baby'.

Her heart squeezed as you heard Joshua's soft voice. You tried to make no move, but he knew you were there.

'Don't make me come in there.' he added, holding a hand out which you took reluctantly.

Joshua smiled innocently as he helped you out.

'How did you find me? Did you see me go in?' You whispered.

'Your perfume.' he whispered back.

You remember that he had liked it a lot. Sighing, you said 'Are you going to take me back, Shua?'

Joshua smirked at your flirty tone.

'That's what I want to do.' he replied taking a step forward. You took one backwards.

'Can't we make a deal?' You propose, looking at him confidently in your drunken haze.

'I'm listening.' he said, caging you between the wall and his body, arms on either side of your head.

'Tell me what you would do if you win. What you'll want me to do?' You asked, knowing at least a bit of his intentions already.

'I can only say that when I know you can't refuse. Theres a lot I would want from you.' Joshua murmured.

'Now's a good situation. I may not refuse if you promise to let me go.' You added impact by moving a strand of hair off his face.

His took in a shaky breath and chuckled. Then he said, 'Ok, deal. I don't think we'll get to do this ever again.'

He just leaned forward, arms still on the walls. You welcomed the kiss eagerly, the only thing in your mind being your escape. But again, he did agree to help you, so you wanted to please him - so that he doesn't change his mind later. He moaned into your mouth as you put your arms around his neck, pulling him close. His arms ran down your sidessides, landing on your hips.

You giggled.

'Why are you so cute?' You asked, as he rested his face in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses there.

He chuckled before he kissed you again. Slowly, Joshua broke the kiss and moved his hands away.

'For a good cause.' He said to himself.

'Hm?' You asked, looking at him with a huge grin. He shook his head, but reflected your grin. You reach out to pinch his cheek, and he just cupped your cheeks and pulled you close to kiss your forehead.

'Run now.' He said, stepping aside to let you pass. 'Go on.'

'Love you, Shua! Thank you!!' You said as you rushed past him.

Seungcheol walked into the library slowly. He was sure he saw some movement there. But he wasn't really sure if it was You. The room was completely dark except for the moonlight pouring in through the slit in the curtains. He almost screamed as something hit him in the back and fell. He jumped back and looked down to see Seungkwan on the floor with a hand over his mouth.

Exhaling in relief, he shooed him away. Seungkwan scrambled away from the room. But he did see something else through the corner of his eyes.

'Got you.' he said as he caught you behind the heavy curtains.

'You guys are too good at this!' You complained, stepping out of your hiding spot. 'And you let him go!'

Seungcheol chuckled and said, 'Years of experience.'

When you thought he wasn't paying attention, you tried to step aside, but he moved quickly, blocking your way.

'Come on Cheol!' You whine. You didn't want to to try anything funny with him - you didn't know why, but he always brought in a more brotherly feeling in you. So kissing him would be so weird.

You stepped the other way and he blocked you again, before stopping with a defeated sigh.

'Next time, I'm gonna drag you back ok?' He said with a smile.

'Why are you letting me go?' You asked, narrowing your eyes at him. 'Just like that?'

You had a feeling that this was not the brotherly affection playing. It was something else.

'You know why.' he said with a knowing look.

'No I don't. Is it because I'm like a cute little sister to you?' You asked, giving him an innocent look.

'You know what I'm saying!' He said, laughing. 'You know exactly what's gonna happen.'

'You're no fun!' You said, sticking your tongue out. 'Let's see what happens.'

'Good luck!!' Seungcheol called out.

'Yeah yeah.' You laugh as you ran.

That's two down, you thought. You believed you could win this. Peeking into the TV room, you saw at least two shadows lurking in there. Dropping down to your knees, you crawl past the room, trying your best to make no noise.

Once past the door, you got up and sprinted. But ran straight into something hard. Falling on your back, you looked up to see Mingyu doing a happy dance. You groan, rubbing your hands over your butt.

'Found you!' He whisper scremed.

'Shhhhh!' You hiss, before getting back on your feet and running.

'Hey!'

Mingyu chased you. The man was way too tall for his own good. And he was way too fast. He caught hold of a handful of your jumper. You struggled a bit and kicked him on the shin, making him let go as he cried out in pain.

You ran into the kitchen, and Mingyu followed. You ran around the kitchen counter, with Mingyu making grabby hands at you. You squeal and jump away, dodging him.

'Yah, I can't breathe!' You pant, pushing him off as he came close. You put both your hands on his chest, pushing him away.

'Stop struggling!' Mingyu said as he lifted you off your feet easily and threw you over his shoulder.

'Mingooooo put me down!' You wailed.

'Please be quiet Jagi! I am trying my best-' Mingyu stopped short as you made a sound that sounded a lot like a moan.

'Why would you do that!' He whined, putting you on the marble countertop.

'Because it hurt!!!' You whine back.

'You'll be the death of me.' he said, taking in a deep breath.

'What can I do, so you'd let me go?' You asked slowly.

'What?' Mingyu asked, lifting his head but his hands were on your thighs, so that you wouldn't run.

'You can ask.' You said with a shrug.

He pretended to think and you squeaked as he pressed his fingertips a bit into your thighs. He smirked seeing you trying to swat his hands away. He grabbed your legs and pulled you closer, now standing between your legs.

'Alright, let's make a deal.' He said, his face way too close to yours. 'But we don't talk of this ever. Ok?'

You nod in agreement.

'Ok. I'll give you a chance to convince me to let you go.' He said, moving his hands off your body.

'You want me to start?' You blurt out, blushing.

'Do go all shy on me now.' Mingyu whispered, all the playfulness gone from his voice.

'Hey. Don't be like that!' You said, slapping his hand.

'Like what baby?' He asked, tilting his head a bit.

'Oh my god.' You mutter. Kissing Joshua had been easy. But Mingyu was making it a bit hard for you to laugh it off.

'Can you smile at least?' You asked.

'Why?' Mingyu wanted to know.

'Because I love your smile. It's your best thing. Makes me want to kiss you, maybe?' You ramble.

You did love his smile, but you were afraid if he would see through the rest of your bluff. But he just blushed and laughed.

'You're good!' He said with raised eyebrows. 'Oh my God. Everyone thinks you're such an innocent angel, but you're just-'

'Good boy.' You said, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him closer, not allowing him to finish that sentence. He opened his mouth immediately, kissing you. Boy, did he know how to kiss! You felt his hands on your waist, holding you ever so gently. You slipped your fingers through his hair, your nails scratching his scalp, which had him moaning.

Every time you closed your eyes, it felt like you were spiraling out of control. His strong arms pulled you into him, almost as if grounding you. He kept kissing you and it felt like you could go on for hours and you wouldn't get tired of it at all. When you separated, you looked at him with glazed eyes. The buzz in your head was louder now.

'Did I convince you?' You asked and he just stared at you.

'Yes. But I don't want to let you go.' he pouted. 'I want to win, so I can make you do that again and again.'

You laughed.

'I'm gonna run.' You inform him, using your leg to push him back.

'Nooooo.' He cried dramatically, grabbing you back towards him gently, making you laugh more.

You hop off the counter and break into a jog.

'Hey!' Mingyu had started following you, 'I just want to make sure you understand how this thing works...we're good right?'

You stop, trying to steady yourself on the doorframe.

'Yeah, of course we are.' You said, resting your head against the cold wall.

'Good.' He said, leaning against the kitchen counter with a smile. 'Ok, go go go.'

Vernon was way too tipsy. He wished he could be the one to catch you. He's had a crush on you ever since the first time you joined, but unlike the others, he was too shy to show it. He walked down the corridor, slowly. All the doors on both sides of him were closed, but he smirked as he saw you at the very end of the corridor.

All that running had you panting like a dog and you were leaning against a wall to catch your breath. You had the shock of your life as a pair of strong arms wrapped around you from behind.

You gave out a startled yelp before recognizing your captor.

'Got you!' Vernon announced softly, so close to your ear.

'Vernon!' You laughing. 'I'm so tired, I don't think I can run.'

'What are you gonna do now, Y/N?' Vernon asked, his words slurring slightly.

'What are you gonna do Vernon Chwe?' You whispered as he swayed slightly.

You try to break his grip on you, which was quite strong to start with.

'Please don't do that' Vernon said. 'Please?'

'You mean this?' You asked, innocently, trying to pry this arms off you.

'Y/N ahhh, please!!' He begged, and you both struggle, falling to the ground.

'Shit shit shit.' He said, trying to get on top.

As you giggle and struggle on the ground, someone else came up.

'Hey, help me!' Vernon said, as Jun rushed towards you. He was on his knees, trying to contain you.

'Junieee, what are you doing?!' You cried out, 'You stupid boys!'

Jun laughed, but fell over as you kicked him.

'What the hell are you two doing?!' Wonwoo's voice boomed through the corridor as approached them.

'Wonnuuuuuu, help me please!' You wail, making Wonwoo burst out into laughter. He knelt down, trying to grab Jun. You were all a mess, laughing, with tears running down your cheeks.

You were sandwiched between Jun and Vernon, and now with a Wonwoo on top.

But he was successful in pulling you out of the mess. Slipping out of the tangle of limbs, you escape, calling out you thanks to Wonwoo.

Four down, just one to go.

You were terrified to be honest. You knew what Jeonghan could do to you. It was worse that he was well aware of this too. He would definitely use it to his advantage. You understood that it's the only reason he was keeping himself for the last.

You jumped at any sound you heard, waiting for the sly trickster to pounce on you. Your nervousness only increased as you were engulfed in silence. Where was everyone?!

You glanced around, your eyes well adjusted to the darkness. You wished for Jeonghan to just come and catch you already. You anxiety skyrocketed and you felt like a storm was brewing in your tummy.

Even when you kissed Joshua and Mingyu, the only person you really wished to kiss was Jeonghan. The man never stopped teasing you, but unfortunately, he never made a move either. You were already starting to believe that he just saw you as one of the boys. He teased everyone. You weren't any special.

You were lost in thought, and walked straight into a door.

'Oww' You rubbed your throbbing nose and forehead with your hand and turned around - to walk straight into Jeonghan. You jumped back with a little scream, your back hitting the door, again.

'Oh my God!' You panted, with both your hands on your chest.

'Looking for me?' Jeonghan asked sweetly.

'I should be asking you that.' You said, hoping your wild heartbeats weren't that loud.

'Right you are.' He said. 'So, what's it gonna be?'

'What do you mean?'

'You can come walking, or I can carry you back. Whichever suits you best.'

'I'm not going anywhere with you.' You huff, and tried to speed walk past him.

'Hey!' He grabbed you towards him, arms around your waist, your back pressed against his chest.

'I think it's time you stopped playing so hard to get.' He whispered. 'Aren't we both tired of it?'

'I could say the same, you know.' You counter, as your body tremble in his arms.

He loosened his grip on you with a chuckle. You take this opportunity to attempt an escape. But he captured you again. Pushing you against the wall, he kissed you for the first time. It was anything but soft - lips crashing, breaths stolen - so wet. It was just what your had imagined life would be like with Jeonghan. Rough, needy, messy - and you loved it. His lips slipped down your jaw and he placed open mouthed kisses down your neck. He buried his face in your chest, breathing you in.

You whine, pushing yourself against his warm body. Jeonghan gave a breathy laugh and tugged at your jumper.

'I want to touch you...I want to touch you so bad!' He said, his voice going an octave lower. His hands groped around your chest gently, while he kissed your neck again. How soft his actions were, despite the needy demeanor he displayed. His lips are on yours again, kissing you more sweetly now. Pulling back, he looked at you, eyes tender.

'Hannie. I want you!' You said impatiently.

'Ok baby, ok.' he agreed 'Lets get this over with.'

You let him take your hand and run towards the room where it all started. Seokmin, Minghao and Dino were the first to block your path.

'Sorry Hannie, not today.' Dino said, pulling you behind him for safekeeping.

You wrap your arms around Dino from behind and said 'Thank you darling.'

Seokmin and Minghao wrestled with Jeonghan, all laughing. You were joined by the rest of the boys who all joined in on tormenting Jeonghan.

'Ok, ok, enough!' Seungcheol broke up the party. 'We've all endured the painful process of Jeonghan falling in love for the first time, for the past one year.'

Everyone laughed and you just stared at Jeonghan, as he tried to push Seungcheol away.

'Please. We played your fucking game. Now get out of here both of you.' the blond haired man continued.

'Ah, Hannie is going to corrupt my poor Y/N. I'm telling Woozi!' Dino cried, hugging you.

'Oh please. Your Y/N has more tricks up her sleeves than you could think of. It's Hannie we should feel sorry for.' Mingyu retorted, making you blush crimson.

Jeonghan burst out laughing.

'That's all I want to hear. Baby, I'm very happy to know that.' Jeonghan teased as you glared daggers at Mingyu.

'So who won?' Vernon asked.

'Oh.' Seokmin glanced around. 'Y/N did.'

The boys turned around to see you already in the living area, sitting on the sofa Jeonghan had occupied previously.

'Sorry boys. Like I said, you're idiots.' you said, shrugging.

'Ok. Good move, good move.' Mingyu said, clapping. 'You won.'

You clap in happiness too, so did the others.

'So, what's your demand?' Seungcheol asked. 'It can be anything.'

Your eyes were on Jeonghan. He smiled, and for the first time ever, you saw his cheeks turn pink. You laugh a little, just to diffuse the awkwardness.

'Um, I don't know how to do this!' You start, your arms and legs feeling the first hints of fatigue.

'Ah, it's ok, Y/N! It's just us!' Seungkwan said. 'We'll only tease you forever!'

'Hannie. I want Hannie.'

Everyone is silent now - all eyes on you and Jeonghan.

'That's it? Just that?' Mingyu asked, raising an eye brow. 'Just Hannie?'

'Mhm. Just him.' You said, cheeks growing warm.

Jeonghan just steps forward, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing you. You hug him back, laughing as he pulls back to look at you.

'I love you silly girl.' He mumbled and you laugh harder.

'I love you too Hannie.'

Jihoon and Hoshi glance around the breakfast table with narrowed eyes. Everyone looked like shit, but dressed well and clean. You had your head on Jeonghan's shoulder and he had an arm around you.

'When did that happen?' Hoshi asked, eyeing you both suspiciously.

'It was the funniest thing. He just asked her out this morning and they've been inseparable since then.' Joshua offered, with a little shrug.

'Mhm, very funny.' Hoshi said, watching Joenghan pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Jihoon sighed and said, 'You did it, didn't you? You had your stupid game night!'

'What? No-'

'Was she in it too? I know you fools, you do stupid shit in the name of game night. If I get to know that any of you tried anything with Y/N, I will fire you for sure!' Jihoon threatened.

Mingyu and Joshua looked at each other and away quickly.

'I'm alright, Ji. Thank you. Everythings fine.' You said, smiling at your boss.

He just looked irritated. You were one of them now. He just sighed, shaking his head.

'Pack up!'

[sakkiichi]

ON WATERS SO INVITING.

Because tonight, neither of you can hold back from tasting the honeyed tea directly from each other’s lips.

ft. Wriothesley x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

what’s this? aya finally posting a fic? insert dramatic gasp. anyway, dedicating this one to @bunny-rambles @https-furina and @dearemilia <3 to my favorite wriothesley lovers, I hope you enjoy this, mwah !

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

Notes of an herbal aroma fill the dim lit room.

Down here, it is sometimes difficult to keep track of time or the seasons, but the one constant that oftentimes keeps you sane are these meetings.

You are aware they take place once every week, just between him and you.

Steaming mugs are set atop the table separating you two.

Lately, you’ve started wishing the distance of it wasn’t there at all.

Softly clearing your throat, you place your hands around the warm cup. You take a moment to inspect its pattern, seeing how you had yet to encounter two identical sets.

You bring the liquid to your lips, taking the chance to briefly stare at the man before you while he focuses on some documents.

Unruly ebony strands stick out in different directions, somehow still managing to fall flatteringly over his face; sharp eyes, the color of starlit icicles scan over the pages, sharp jawline set, lips a taut line; your gaze travels lower still, helplessly getting lost in the contrast of black leather bands over the pale scarred skin of his neck.

Bitter. The tea you just tasted, but also the fact you have to pretend you two are just coworkers.

Although, sometimes, you thought he played you intentionally.

“Honey?” You ask, putting down your cup, beginning to stand up to get the honey jar from the adjacent shelf.

“Yes, dear?” Is the answer uttered in his baritone.

You scoff, frowning, as you place your hands on your hips.

“Wriothesley, I meant if you want honey for your tea.” You explain, tone pointed.

The warden puts down his paperwork, leaning back on his chair, that chilling gaze of his landing on you as his lips half curl into a devious grin.

“No, that won’t be necessary, thank you.” He says, that slight smirk still on his face.

You nod, returning to your seat, jar of honey in hand.

As you start mixing the thick golden liquid with your not-sweet-enough tea, you can still note his eyes on you.

It’s not that the feeling of the shiver his actions send down your spine is unpleasant per se, but you’ll start having trouble maintaining the composed facade if he keeps this up.

“Did you find anything interesting regarding the investigation?” You inquire, stirring your beverage.

Wriothesley leans a little forward, his own tea, untouched.

Strange; he was always the one to suggest you have some, after all.

“Yes to something interesting.” He states, resting his cheek on one of his hands. You swear those fingerless gloves of his are too distracting. “But it’s not related to the investigation.”

You raise an eyebrow, sipping on your finally sweet tea.

“Care to enlighten me, Your Grace?” You tease, as your honeyed lips tilt up in a grin.

The man chuckles, standing up from his seat, rounding the table towards where you are.

“I can enlighten you alright, if you’re willing to offer a little collaboration.” The Duke whispers, from behind you, lips almost brushing the shell of your ear.

You swallow, putting down your drink in fear you’ll end up spilling it with how fast your heart is hammering against your ribcage.

“Alright.” You choke out.

“Good.” He approves. With a swift move, he takes your hand, making you stand up too.

“Wriothesley, what are you doing? Your tea is going to get cold…” You try for a serious tone, but your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked.

“Hm? What was that? If I remember correctly, you wanted to know what I found, no?” Is his response, as he brushes some flyaway strands away from your face, his calloused thumb softly brushing over the pink of your lower lip.

“Wriothesley…” You utter, breathless.

“Shhh, don’t say a thing now, sweetheart.” He tells you, his face tilted to the side, one of his hands holding your chin, guiding your gaze to his, as the other cradles your cheek.

And those frosted sky eyes.

You may not be able to see the light blues painted by daylight every dawn from down here, but, right now, you’re pretty sure you prefer the shade of His Grace’s stare.

Who could blame you, for your next actions, when the distance between you suddenly vanishes and he’s reciprocating them?

You stand on your tiptoes.

And then, your lips collide against the Duke’s.

He kisses you back, more gentle than you would have expected.

Bitter and sweet flavors mingle in the annihilated space between you, as your fingers tangle in his dark hair and his hands grab your waist.

Wriothesley kisses you as if he’s drinking in the sunlight he’s been deprived of for ages; sweetly, tenderly, as if he was afraid this gold rush would disintegrate right before him; searing, the burning sensation of raw ice on bare skin.

And you can’t have enough of it, of him.

Months of yearning, of dreaming awake, finally realized in the burning of your lungs at the lack of air when his lips envelop yours.

Alas, his enlightenment only went so far for today, for the next thing you know, he’s pulling away, that same grin on his features once again, as you chase after the fading kiss.

An index over your lip’s cupid’s bow stops you, though.

“Found it interesting?” The man that currently has you on the palm of his hand questions, amusement laced through the lilt of his voice.

You reach a hand out, delicately running your thumb over the scar beneath his right eye.

He takes ahold of your hand, planting a lingering kiss on the back of it.

“Let’s find out more about it tomorrow, shall we?” The Duke utters, as he starts towards the door of his office. “By the way, that honey is very good.” Are his last words before he exists, eyes flitting from the jar to your lips.

And so, you stand there, alone and lovestruck, both your hands holding your burning cheeks as you contain a squeal.

Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

[fireflyinks]

karaoke and cowboy hats

colt seavers x costume designer/manager!reader

there will be multiple parts, this is part one !!

a/n : so so so much fun to write, and probably one of my longest and favorite fics i’ve ever written. i love colt and ryan gosling, and tried to add as many easter eggs from “the fall guy” as possible

summary : colt always seems to be misplacing his costumes pieces, which has him constantly coming back to the costume manager and designer, y/n. the two decide to hang out for once outside of set.

contains: this is just purely fluff and good vibes, no smut, cursing, “will they, won’t they”, part two will have more romance dw

word count : 3.7k

Working with Tom Ryder was one of the most difficult tasks one could be assigned. He was arrogant, narcissistic, and overall just a complete asshole. I had the misfortune of being the costume designer and manager for the up and coming film “Metalstorm”, and Jody, the director, insisted on the most cliché cowboy get ups imaginable, plus a gold metallic touch. Having worked with Ryder many times previously, I knew he would hate this. I had prepared myself for one of his meltdowns long before it actually happened, but it still somehow caught me off guard.

“What the fuck is this?” He stormed into the costume tent, causing me to jump up from my seat in panic.

“Ryder... Jody insisted you wear this.”

Ryder looked down at his attire in utter disgust. “Don’t try to blame anybody but yourself. This is your fault. Are you trying to embarrass me? Do you have some personal vendetta? I’ve never even worked with you before!”

It stung that he didn’t even recognize me from our previous jobs together, but I tried to ignore it. Looking at Ryder’s get-up, he didn’t even look half bad. The gold metallic suit went great with his complexion, and the cowboy hat added a charming touch. But he wasn’t having any of it.

“You have to wear it. It’s not an option. This is your costume.” I tried to act brave, as if his harsh voice didn’t effect me one bit.

“You’re fucking delusional if you think I’m going to be caught dead wearing this. Say goodbye to your job, nobody speaks to me like that. I’m Tom god-damned Ryder.”

The tent’s entrance opened, revealing a very angry Colt.

Colt and I were sort of close, as close as most coworkers get. I didn’t think we’d never hang out outside of set, but I considered him sort of an ally. When he wasn’t performing a dangerous stunt, he’d talk to me about whatever was on his mind and listen to me ramble on and on.

“Just leave her alone, Ryder. She’s not here for you to bitch at.”

It would be hard to deny the fact that I had a small crush on Colt. He was everything I could want; charming, tall, handsome. But in those moments, as he defended me, I could feel it turning to a major crush.

Anger pulsed through him as he walked over to Ryder. I’d actually never seen him so pissed off before. Colt, the easy going, overly sweet, fall guy, was bowing up on Tom Ryder.

I could tell Ryder wanted to say something back, but instead he bit his tongue as he strutted past Colt, making sure to bump shoulders with him on the way out.

Colt shook his head, making eye contact with me. He had a sorry expression on his face, genuine pity for me.

“Ignore him. Ryder’s a jackass.”

I giggled, “That’s an understatement.”

He chuckled, “Anyways, do you have any extra hats? I somehow managed to lose mine, and I already have some stunts I need to do.”

Colt nervously twiddled his thumbs, embarrassed of his clumsiness. It was our third day on set, and he’d already misplaced his hat.

I nodded, smiling. Colt was always losing his props and costume pieces in previous projects we’d worked together in, so I’d remembered to bring extras. Turning around to reach into the bucket of hats, I pulled one out and handed it to him.

“Thanks. And again, just don’t let Ryder get to you. I know you’ve worked with him before, but don’t take anything he says personally, okay? If he gives you any problems, just let me know, alright?”

It wasn’t surprising that Colt remembered me from past projects, but it still felt nice in contrast to Ryder’s forgetfulness.

I nodded, smiling. “Thanks Colt, I really appreciate that.”

My cheeks burned a light crimson shade, and I tilted my head down, hoping he didn’t notice.

As he walked out of the tent, I added “Let me know if you need another hat or anything. I brought extras just for you.”

Colt looked back at me, smirking. “I will definitely need another one, thanks sweetheart.”

The simple nickname made my head spin. Yep, this is definitely a major crush.

—

By day five of filming, Ryder had become okay with his costume. Well, maybe not okay, but definitely impartial. Perhaps because his ego had realized how ridiculously good the suit made him look, or maybe Colt had spoken to him alone about the matter.

Part of me hoped it was the latter.

My job as costume designer and manager was really simple; fix and replace shit all the time. Especially Colt’s shit. When day six rolled around, he had lost three hats, his metallic jacket, and somehow a singular shoe. I’m not kidding, he had stumbled into the costume tent, peg footed, hobbling on the shoe he’d managed to keep. I didn’t mind though. In fact, Colt was one of the few people that actually visited me in the tent, instead of walking in, grabbing their belongings, and quickly walking out, not saying a word or acknowledging my existence. Colt’s visits slowly became one of the only things I looked forward to during filming.

On day twelve, when Colt came in to the tent without a cowboy hat once again, I mustered up the courage to ask him the one thing I never thought I’d be able to ask.

“Do you want to hang out sometime. You know, just me and you? Outside of set.”

The sides of his mouth quirked up. “I’d love that actually. But I do have one request.”

I furrowed my brows, listening intently. “If me and you go out, you have to wear a cowboy hat.”

My mouth dropped open in protest, but he argued on. “You’ve seen me in these stupid things so many times, too many times to count. I’m completely and utterly embarrassed. Maybe I want to see you sporting your southern spirit for once.”

“I’m from Wisconsin!” I giggled, shaking my head rapidly. “I am not wearing one of these things in public.”

Colt rolled his eyes, “Fine, but you have to wear one around set for the rest of filming. Deal?”

I sighed, remembering that I barely ever exit my tent other than at lunch time and when leaving set for the day. “Deal.”

“Karaoke, seven, tonight. I’ll text you the address.”

Colt turned to leave, and I grabbed his shoulder, pausing him.

“I don’t have your number.”

“Oh, yeah.” Colt chuckled, pulling his phone out of his pocket. We exchanged numbers, and he laughed at the excessive amount of repetitive digits in mine.

“And I’m expecting our deal to begin right now.” He said, glancing at the bucket of hats behind me. I sighed, picking one out and placing it upon my head.

“Happy?” I asked, holding out spirit fingers beside me.

Colt beamed, “Perfect.”

He turned and left the tent, and I pulled out my phone and began to update Colt’s contact name, only to sigh and pocket my phone again. Apple somehow doesn’t have a cowboy hat emoji.

—

When my Uber lazily pulled up to the karaoke bar, anxiety pooled in my stomach all at once. I shouldn’t have been this nervous, and I knew I was making this out to be something that it wasn’t. A date.

But what exactly was I supposed to think of this as? Hangouts happen at people’s houses, dates happen at bars. Plus it didn’t help that it was Colt and I alone. I look down at the sun dress that I donned, running my hands down the skirt. This wasn’t too formal, right?

I stepped out of the black car, thanking the half asleep driver, and walked toward the bar. I opened the door and automatically spotted Colt sitting by himself, drinking a small, lean glass of something colorful. The bar wasn’t exactly packed, but it wasn’t empty either. Numerous people danced around as a man in a orange and green polka dot button up did a bad rendition of Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance”.

Making my way towards him, the anxiety filled my stomach even higher.

“Hey.” I said nervously, sitting down beside him.

Colt looked at me, examining my attire. “You look great.”

I blushed, shrugging. “Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

He smiled, taking another sip of his drink.

I wasn’t too keen on getting drunk because we still had to go to set in the morning and the last thing I wanted Colt Seavers to see was me throwing up in a bush, but a drink or two couldn’t hurt.

“You want a drink?”

“Sure,” I grabbed the bartender’s attention, “Can I please get a margarita?” She nodded, scrambling to assemble the cocktail.

“So I’m guessing you don’t drink much?” Colt asked, his lips in a sly smirk.

“What makes you say that?”

I chuckled, drinking the last of what I assume what his first drink and ordering another. I then learned the bright liquid was a sunset on ice.

“Well you ordered the most basic drink known to mankind. I mean, at least make it spicy.”

I guess that was true, but I didn’t like experimenting with my orders much. I didn’t enjoy drinking much in general due to the effects it would have on me later.

“I like what I like.” I shrugged, thanking the bartender as she handed me the margarita.

We sat in silence for a moment, until Colt turned to me. “So, what are we singing?”

I coughed into my drink. I hadn’t even thought of what I was going to sing yet.

“Funny of you to assume were doing a duet.” I said slyly, playing off the fact that I was trying to pull a song out of my ass.

Colt raised his eye brows. “Okay, then go and serenade me.”

I nodded at him, walking over to the DJ and requesting “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood. Once Polka Dots was done singing his heart out, the adrenaline had kicked in and I felt as if I ruled the world. Or maybe I just wanted to rule Colt’s world.

The small crowd clapped along as I sang, and I say Colt’s smile through the audience every time I tried to execute one of the runs in the song.

Afterwards, I walked over to him, slightly embarrassed but also proud. “How’d I do?”

His face was covered in amusement. “It was... entertaining.”

I giggled, punching his arm lightly. “You’re the one who told me to ‘sport my southern spirit’!”

He sighed, shaking his head sarcastically. “The cowboy had would’ve made it complete. You missed the opportunity of a lifetime.”

“I think I’ll live. Now it’s your turn!”

I motioned towards the DJ booth, and he stood up turning back for a split second to wink at me.

I was expecting something silly. Maybe Total Eclipse of the Heart, or Sweet Caroline. I was terribly wrong.

By the time the first notes blared out of the speakers, I knew I was doomed.

Wise men say only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you.

It’s like he’d searched my brain, found my favorite love song of all time, and decided he was going to make me fall in love with him by singing it.

His voice wasn’t perfect. There were parts that were off key and shaky, but the bigger picture was beautiful. I never thought I could fall in love with someone in a karaoke bar.

Once he was done, my shoulders dropped and the tension left my body. It had been so unexpected, the tune had snuck up on me and now I felt head over heels to the man who had sung it. I wasn’t the only one who loved it, the crowd was going crazy.

“How’d I do?” Colt asked me, sipping the drink that had been waiting for him. This had to have been his third drink, and I could tell he was tipsy from the way he spoke.

“It was great.” I wanted to scream ‘It was amazing! It was perfect! Please marry me!’ But thankfully I did not.

“‘Glad you liked it.”

We sat in silence for a moment before I got the guts to ask.

“Why that song?”

Colt hummed, as if asking me to repeat my question.

“Why’d you pick that song?”

He grinned to himself before shrugging. “I just like the song, I guess. It’s one of my favorites.”

It could’ve been my habit of overthinking and examining everything to the smallest detail, or it could’ve been the psychology course that I took in college and obsessively studied over for months, but Colt’s excessive blinking in those moments told me there was a good chance he was lying to me.

Why would he lie over a song?

“It’s one of my favorites too.” I smiled. I’d find out why he lied to me later.

Colt grinned to himself in satisfaction.

We sat there for another hour, and Colt drank two more tequila sunrises, which meant I was now his designated driver.

At about nine, I decided it was time to leave.

“Colt, I’m gonna give you a ride home, okay?”

Colt nodded dizzily.

“Did you drive here?”

“Yeah, here.” He clumsily handed me his keys, almost missing my hand. I stiffened a laugh. “Diane! Close out my tab, please.” The waitress handed him his card quickly.

We stood up, beginning to leave, when Colt turned back to the bartender. “Thank you, Diane, those drinks were great.”

I waved goodbye to Diane as well, reading the “Amy” on her name tag with a smile.

I got him into the car slowly, and began driving him home.

“Hey, y/n?”

I hummed, waiting to hear what he was about to say. Chances are it would be something ridiculous, and I was all here for it.

“You’re really pretty. Have you ever been told that?”

I blushed, and prayed the dark car shadowed me enough for him not to see.

“A time or two. Thank you, Colt.”

He leaned the passenger seat back, and I thought for a moment that he would go to sleep.

“Where are you staying?”

He turned his head to me, and shrugged. “Can we just go to yours?”

I lifted my eyebrows in surprise. Colt Seavers, in my small temporary apartment that I was providing to stay in during the time we’d be filming. It wasn’t a mess since I’d only been staying in there for about two weeks, but it definitely wasn’t guest ready.

“Sure, why not?” I fumbled with my phone, pulling up my GPS app and getting directions to the apartment.

“Can I tell you something, y/n?”

I nodded slowly, ignoring the way my stomach felt when he said my name.

“I actually didn’t lose all of those hats.”

What?

I furrowed my eyebrows, whipping my head to look at him. “Then why’d you keep getting new ones from me?”

He hiccuped, smirking. “I just wanted an excuse to see you.”

If my face was a crimson shade before, it was a tomato now. I felt bad, like I was using Colt’s drunken state to get answers out of him.

“Did you like my song?” He looked over at me, waiting for my answer intensely.

My lips quirked up into a soft smile. “I did. ‘I Can’t Help Falling in Love With You’ is actually one of my favorite songs.”

This made him giddy. He giggled like a school girl, and then stiffened a laugh myself.

“I know.” Colt said under his breath.

So he did know.

“How’d you know?” I pressed Colt for answers. I knew that if he found out he’d told me any of this while drunk, he’d be mortified, but I just couldn’t help my curiosity.

“I heard you listening to it one day on set. I was outside of your tent, about to come in to tell you that I’d lost another hat, but I stopped and listened for a while. You were singing along, and you sounded so good. That’s why I wanted to sing a duet with you.”

At this point, I’m the color of a fire truck.

We pulled up to the apartment, and I unbuckled, getting out. I walked over to Colt’s door and opened it for him.

“Very chivalrous, thank you my lady.”

I giggled, helping his wobbly frame out of the car. “You’re welcome kind gentleman.”

We walked into the apartment building, making our way up a flight of stairs. Well, I made my way up them, Colt tripped over himself with each new stair until he made it to the top. At one point, he almost fell all the way down them, and dragged me down by my arm with him, but he managed to catch himself.

I brought him to my room, closing the door behind him. It was small, the kitchen and lounging room directly next to one another, separated by no wall. There was a door that led to the bedroom with a bathroom connected.

Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed a plastic cup form the cupboard and filled it with water. I handed it to Colt, who turned his nose up at it like I were trying to feed him poison.

“You have to drink water or you’ll regret it in the morning, Colt. You still have to go in for filming, remember?”

He sighed, taking the cup from me and drinking it all at once. “I’m starving.”

I thought for a moment about what he could possibly find to eat in the apartment. Nothing. I’d pretty much been eating take out since I arrived to Sydney.

“I’ll order a pizza.”

I pulled my wallet out of my purse on the kitchen counter. Colt shook his head, reaching in his pocket. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay.”

“You got the drinks, Colt, it’s fine.” I insisted, grabbing my card.

Colt handed me his entire wallet, “I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing I made you pay for it.” his drowsy eyes said otherwise, “Please, just let me.”

I sighed, taking his wallet from him, “Thank you.” I said under my breath.

Colt only winked at me, lazily walking to the couch and plopping himself on it.

I ordered the pizza, assuming he liked pepperoni because who doesn’t like pepperoni?

I sat down beside him on the couch once I was finished. He was flipping through the different options on Netflix, his face was focused intently to find something.

Colt Seavers was on my couch. Well not necessarily my couch since the apartment was only being rented for me, but you get the point. We were on the couch together, tryin to find a movie to watch with pizza on the way. This realization made my cheeks feel hot once again.

“Here we go.” Colt chuckled as he clicked on the block buster film “Bad Cop, Good Dog” starring the one and only Tom Ryder.

“Get him off the screen, I might puke.” I giggled, attempting to grab the remote from him. Colt held it as far away as his much longer arms could manage, and I gave up.

“This is such a horrible film.” Colt told me, his eyes laser focused on the screen still.

“Then why are we watching it?”

Colt thought for a moment. “The way he talked to you the other day isn’t anything new. I’ve seen him talk to pretty much every one on every set we worked on together just like that. I just couldn’t always save them like I did you. It’s easy to think he’s some big, powerful guy, but in reality, he’s a pussy.”

I stayed silent for a moment. It felt nice, knowing that he still cared so deeply about the way Ryder had treated me.

“That’s nice and all, but it still doesn’t explain why exactly were watching this.”

Colt shrugged, “Oh, I just like making fun of him. We can watch something else if you want to.”

I snatched the remote from him, “Please.”

After a few more minutes of searching, I decided on the 1998 classic “The Parent Trap”.

“This movie never made any sense to me.” Colt crossed his arms as the movie started.

“Why?”

“Well, first off, what judge arranged this custody system? I mean seriously, how did both parents just up and leave with one kid?” He slurred so horribly that I had to fight a laugh as he spoke.

“It’s just a movie.” There are a few movies that I would defend with my life, this is definitely one of them.

“You can’t just use that as an excuse. Just because it’s a movie doesn’t mean it’s allowed to just defy all logic.”

“Colt,” I turned to face him, “You are working on a sci-if space cowboy movie with aliens. I think that makes the parent trap sound pretty reasonable.”

Colt chuckled, “Touché.”

My heart fluttered as I looked at Colt, lazily snuggled into my couch.

There was a knock at the door and I hopped up, walking through the kitchen and dodging Colt’s wallet, grabbing mine instead.

I paid for the pizza and brought it in, met with the sight of an extremely hungry Colt waiting impatiently at the counter.

“You didn’t use my wallet.”

I sighed, putting mine back in my purse. “I’m a big girl, I can pay for my own things.”

Colt shook his head. “You’re absolutely kicking my ass at the chivalry game.”

Grabbing a slice of pizza, I went back to the living room. Colt followed quickly behind me, and we got about one-fourth through the movie before I could tell Colt was getting extremely tired.

I got up, and went to my room, grabbing a blanket and a pillow.

“Here.” I handed them to him. Colt smiled up at me gratefully.

“Thanks.” He made himself comfortable, before leaning back and closing his eyes. The couch wasn’t very small, which was surprising since the apartment was so compact. This is why I didn’t feel bad about having him sleep on the couch. He didn’t complain either.

“Goodnight.” He mumbled, drifting off.

I smirked at him, walking to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water to place beside the couch. I also grabbed the bathroom’s trash can. He was going to have a terrible hangover.

“Goodnight Colt.”

I had gotten a date with Colt Seavers for the small price of humiliating myself in a southern style for the rest of filming. I’d say that’s a pretty good deal.

Or maybe it wasn’t date and I was delusional, but Colt ended up sleeping on my couch, which is pretty sweet if you ask me.

[diejager]

Hi i love all your stepdad konig and dbf horangi stories🩷 I wanted to ask if you could do a follow up on the pregnancy story where the reader gives births to twins(boy nd girl) and she ends up moving out to this big penthouse with horangi that he and konig paid for,,,,i dont know if thats too much this is my first time requesting,,again you're really amazing and talented🩷💕

Cw: forced pregnancy, DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, STEPCEST, child birth, kidnapping, isolation, threat of taking custody, forced marriage, mention of divorce, tell me if I missed any,

Pregnancy was a stressful thing, weighing on your conscience and body, it was a difficult affair for any mother, but yours especially, with your underlying living condition and situation. You provided your baby - babies, you learned after your first ultrasound, seeing two small embryos curled inside your womb - with nourishment, time and energy, your time wasting away to keep them safe and alive, supporting two lives in your womb rather than one. That put a bigger strain on your health, adding to your stress and terror —a bigger risk to your life and theirs.

You doubted your life could get any harder than it was, the constant touching, the fussing, the looming and the shadowing would eventually get to you, but what you hadn’t expected was for König to hold them against you. You should have, honestly, looking back to their streak of cruelty and selfishness, expected that one of them would hold your sweet babies’s custody over you to have you bend to their will.

Who would side with a young and broken mother when she had a strong and more mature father to nurture the kids, retired and respected by his old coworkers and bosses. They would win this battle over their custody, taking away your little rays of sunshine in your dark times, the ones who held your fingers in their soft and tiny hands when you cried at night and their coos making you smile. They were products of rape, a physical proof of your mistreatment, you knew that, but you loved them so, so much.

Your little girl and little boy were everything you would’ve asked for, quiet and easy to manage, they were good kids, even at six months old. You would take care of them on your own if you could, you knew you could be a good mother if you had the chance, but König and Horangi didn’t give you much time. They would take your angels away if you didn’t agree to marry one of them. It was a cruel act of power and sheer dominance, showing you what they could do to have you submit without actually acting on it.

You lost contact with your mom, your last memory of her was her frantic and tearful ramble, locking all doors and trying to do her best to separate the men from you, trying her best to build a shield between you three. She tried her best to protect you and your babies from them, but they had connection, power and a name for themselves, there was little she or you could do against determined men.

That was the last time you saw her, your contacts with the outside world controlled by your two wardens, anything had to go through them in case of dangers towards you and the twin. You lived in a gilded cage, a pretty penthouse and a cabin in the Austrian Alps, a comfortable bed, and a relaxed lifestyle. It was all any person would give to have - a life you dreamed to live - if you weren’t forcefully married to two men, uprooted from your home and taken away to be locked up at the top of a building.

The light in this dark situation was that the twins would have a comfortable life, living a life of luxury without getting spoiled if you taught them right, if you watched them grow up with a strict but fair way. You wouldn’t want them growing up as selfish and cruel as their fathers, your adorable Yoon-Suh with her blue eyes and black mop of hair, and your excitable Leon with his auburn hair and warm, brown eyes. They were your sole priority.

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[gatitties]

Hey! If it’s alright, may I request a sort of part two to that Dad!Sanzu x teen!daughter!reader (platonic) you did a bit ago where it delves into sanzu repairing his relationship with his daughter (or more rather how he tries to spend more time with her, like indoor activities, shopping at the mall etc.), and maybe reader working towards healing from her ed since its probably something thats going to take a long while to recover from. Oh! And maybe for decibe the relationship between reader and the rest of boten?

─Dad!Sanzu x teen!daughter!reader

─ Summary: Step by step, everything seems to be going much better, enjoying every moment you can while you slowly finish recovering just like your father.

─ Warnings: none

Part one

Wow, I didn't think it would take me so long to come back, although I don't know how to manage my time rn, I'm sorry for being gone for so long, but my life was making some changes, sorry for so many delayed request :( I promise I'll end all of them

─ Without a doubt your life had taken a great change for the better, all the accumulated stress, bad routines and meals had almost completely disappeared, making you the healthiest version of yourself.

─ Sanzu followed you by quitting alcoholism, although it was more difficult with tobacco, he was still working on it, just like you, it was not easy to go back to eating at least three times a day, or to deprive yourself of sudden binges.

─ Both of you supported each other as a way of improving, although time with Sanzu still had its limits, you could not complain now that your lives were healthier.

─ Even his coworkers (with whom you already had a relationship, but it had become closer due to Sanzu's desperation to neglect you) saw you as a part of their lives, a niece and family.

─ Usually Kakucho and Takeomi are the ones who spend the most time with you since they are the most responsible among the others, they will be much more attentive to your needs whenever your father is absent.

─ Sanzu made sure that you were never alone unless you wanted it that way, otherwise you will always be surrounded by Bonten's men, in a way, also for your safety.

─ The Haitani brothers were always there when you feel too encapsulated at home, when tasks overwhelm you, those two idiots, despite not taking you to the safest or most appropriate place for someone so young (their brothels), provide the mental rest you need.

─ Shion and Mochizuki usually have the role of bodyguards rather than babysitters, if Sanzu can't accompany you, drop you off or pick you up from your classes, those two are the ones who will take care of doing the work, they will listen attentively to you chatter about your day to tell your father about it later.

─ Mikey may be the one you see the least, he's quite busy and he doesn't really like having to take care of a brat, but if he has some free time he'll let you accompany him to get takoyaki, you'll be able to buy anything you want too on the condition that Sanzu doesn't find out that you're eating 'harmful' things on the sly.

─ Your father has become very cautious with things that cause you stress and discomfort, although sometimes it is a bit annoying not to be able to eat a couple more sweets, you understand his position, because you were like that when he was at his lowest point.

[uinmyheart]

[♡] "Hey, stranger"

"Hello, youuuu" you instantly smile after hearing his voice.

"How's everything going over there?" you ask. You're sitting in your pajamas, skincare routine already finished and putting some lotion on your legs. it's been ages since the last time you were able to do this properly.

"Well, our dear Hanni has been acting like a brat all day just because she misses you. She's been acting like i'm the devil." you hear a certain echo of his voice as well as the knocks of pans and silverware which probably means he's wrapping up the night routine while your call stays on speakers.

"I'm guessing you had an eventful day." you smile.

"And that's to say the least." you both giggle. "I'm not sure about letting Hanni continue with her football lessons. She's starting to grow some muscles and now I'm scared of a pre-teen that just happens to be my only daughter."

"I don't think it's the football lessons, babe. It's that age." you giggle. You're so happy to hear them and your heart aches now that you're not with them.

As soon as your daughter started growing, it was time to get back on your feet and start working again, but every single time you had to pack your things for a quick work trip, it became even more difficult than the previous one. Maybe it's the constant fear of missing out on things that happen in your house, or not being able to be in control of everything that's happening over there, but being completely honest, you cannot really complain about the perks that came with work travelling. The suite your workplace had provided for your stay, and the clean bathtub in your bathroom wasn't so bad either.

"I mean, you should've seen me driving over here with a car full of annoying teens making fun of everything that I did or said. The way they made fun of my nose for more than 20 minutes almost made me cry, honestly." hearing you giggle out loud makes him lightly smirk even though deep inside he still feels hurt by the way his own blood had betrayed him like that in front of all of her friends. "And feeding those demons.. It's insane. I'm going have to squeeze in a quick run to the grocery store. We're out of.. oh, yeah. Everything. They even found those special cookies we keep hidden for our movie nights."

"Ooh, babe. It was time you found out. Hanni has been eating them non-stop. That place is not a secret anymore. I just stopped restocking those because she always checks right after coming back home. It's taking a toll on our sweet treat budget." you deliver the bad news with a pretty big smile on your face, already imagining the look of confusion on his.

"That's insane. She's insane." "I know, right? But at least she's cute, though."

"Yeah, she really is. You should see the way she scrunches her nose when she runs on the field. Totally cute." he gushes and you can only hum in response. "What about you, though? How's my management & sales senior doing?"

"It's pretty boring over here, I must say." you sigh. "Boring deals with boring people. Cannot complain though, not allowed." you both giggle. "You wanna guess what I did today?" he hums.

"I had a 20 minute shower." he groans in response. "No complaints and no banging on the door."

"You're killing me over here!"

"And when I got out, I asked for room service. Had some fried chicken, some pizza and now I'm even waiting for dessert!"

"Are you guys hiring? Maybe I can squeeze in my résumé and a couple of interviews."

"I'm not sure relationships between coworkers are allowed over here.."

"For a night like that I could leave my wife." all jokes aside, "Hey!" you instantly exclaim, feigned offense laced in your voice.

"I know, baby. I know. Just joking." you smile at him. "So... what are you wearing? Do you miss me?"

Before you could even think about a cheeky response. A big, loud, and clear. "EW!" is heard right on cue. There's your girl.

"Dad, you're so disgusting." you can hear your husband loud complaints as well as your daughter's perfectly clear light hearted insults to his father.

"So what? Is it a crime to love your mother? I'm not apologizing for that."

"You're both too old for this! At least don't do it in a common area on speaker!"

As you stay silent for a couple of seconds you get to hear the way they go back and forth as Hanni continues to emphasize how embarrassed she feels by your behaviour. Teens can be so intense, you cannot help but roll your eyes.

"Anyways... Mom? Are you there?" your girl asks.

"Yes, my lovely daughter. How are you? Do you miss me?"

"Incredibly much. Dad over here is embarrassing me at school and at practice as well." you smile at what she tells you. You miss this banter even though you get to have a taste just by the phone.

"I'm sure he is. I made sure to give him instructions on how to!" Hanni whines on the phone and you can hear Jungkook in the background making slight fun of her.

"So, mom..." "Yes?" "I've been thinking.. since you're already there.." You know exactly where this is going. "Can i send some stuff for you to buy? There's this new lip glo-"

"Jeon Hanni! You're in so much trouble. Why would you use your time to talk to your mom to ask her stuff?!" Hanni whines as Jungkook continues. "That is not how I raised you!"

"Dad, you're so annoying. For real."

To cut things short, you ended up compromising on bringing your daughter this new lip gloss everyone's talking about and a new water bottle she insists that will help her performance on football practice. Absolutely ridiculous, yet you agreed on buying it just to make her happy.

And at the end of the night, when you're unable to get some sleep as you shine in the glow the television gives you, you're awoken from your trance-like state by a message from your husband.

It's the best way to end a mostly perfect day. A pictured of him and your daughter cuddling on your big bed together, her hiding on his chest already sleeping with her mouth wide open and him being his usual cheeky self with his big doe eyes and sticking his tongue out.

"She always caves ❤️ we miss you, honey! Come back soon"

and you cannot wait.

[ifearimaybeanamericanidiot]

Playing with his Hair

Chris x reader, 1st person, reader POV

TW: shitty manager

Summary: you've had a long day. Everything was way more difficult than it needed to be. Chris asks you to come over when you get off of work for a gaming stream.

I hate my job. Honestly, I wish I could quit. Most of my coworkers don't even do their jobs, preferring to dump it onto me and my couple close work friends. I know Chris wouldn't mind if I quit and depended on him until I found a different job for a little while, but I would just feel so guilty about it. He's never say it, but I can tell he's under a decent amount of stress trying to keep up a specific appearance for the triplets' fans. I wish all three of them would take a break and just focus on destressing for a little bit.

Nevertheless, I have about twenty minutes left in my shift before the next person gets here to take my place and I can clock out. The diner I work at is incredibly slow at the moment, so I pull my phone out behind the counter and check the time. Well, "check the time." Really, it's just to see Chris on my lock screen. His name pops up in my notifications. I unlock my phone and click on the little box.

Chris 💖: hey doll, I know you're at work, but do you want to come over after you get off? We're doing gaming stream. You can spend the night?

I grin at his message. He's so sweet. I shoot him back a thumbs up since my manager is approaching and slip my phone back into my pocket.

"Bad news, Kaitlyn is running late, so you'll have to stay late." I hate this man. I hold the string of curses in and respond calmly instead.

"How late are we talking?" I lean on the counter in front of me.

"I don't know exactly. Probably at least an extra thirty minutes past your clock out time." His leans across the counter, putting his face near mine. "That isn't an issue is it?" It sounds like a question, but I know better. I know John better than that. No, if I complain I risk my job.

"That's fine." It's not fine. The time moves slowly. At one point I swear the clock starts moving backwards. Eventually, Kaitlyn runs in, her hair messy and her face tired.

"I'm so sorry, babes." She says to me quickly. "I had no idea you were the one stuck here with John. I'll make it up to you, I swear."

"You better." I say lightly, mostly joking. "I'm out of here. I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers though." I say as I walk towards the back to clock out. I bump into John. "Kaitlyn just got here, so I'm going to clock out now." He rolls his eyes at me, but says no protest.

I get into my car after clocking out and pull my phone out. I shoot Chris a text.

Me: sorry I'm running so late, Kaykat was late 😭😭 I'm heading over now.

Chris 💖: okay ma, I'll have fresh clothes waiting for you <3

He really is sweet. How did I get so lucky? I start my car and pull out of the parking lot. The drive goes by quickly and before I know it, I'm pulling into the familiar drive way. I park my car, and let myself into the house.

"Honey, I'm back from hell!" I call out. I make my way down to Chris's room when I get no answer. He's not there, but some of his clothes are laid out on the bed. He's laid out one of his hoodies and some sweats. It just seems a little hot for all of that. I grab a shirt from his closet, one that's been worn soft and open the drawer he had kindly donated to hold my growing collection of clothes at his house. I grab a pair of shorts, then change my mind. I grab a pair of his boxers and a pair of black thigh high compression socks. My legs are already aching from that shift, so I'll need the support. I set it on his bed and go to his bathroom. I take my make up off and let my hair down before going back into his room to change.

Once I'm changed and I've deemed myself suitable for public sight, I head upstairs to the room they always stream in. I can hear them yelling from down the hall. I softly open the door and slip in. Nick and Matt are busy yelling at Chris for dying.

"You're done! No more playing until you can stay alive for longer than five fucking minutes!" Nick yells. Matt takes over on playing the game. Chris turns around and spots me.

"Baby!" He rushes me and pulls me to his body. "I missed you!" He brings me to the couch they kept in the room against the wall.

"I missed you too. What are you guys playing?" I ask, sitting down. Chris takes my legs and puts them over his lap, sitting close to the rest of my body.

"Skyrim." He answers, taking one of my aching legs into his hands and begins rubbing. I let out a hiss. "You okay, doll?"

"Yeah, just a long ass shift. So fucking tired of John." I express to him.

"Tell him to fuck off." He makes his way up my leg, working his magic hands to ease the aches throughout my leg.

"I'd like to keep my job." I roll my eyes at him.

"Really? I heard there's a position open for my stay at home cutie. Pays seventeen kisses, twenty hugs, and unlimited cuddles and hour." He switches to the other leg.

"Really now? What about health benefits? Huh?" I try to keep my voice steady through his beginning ministrations on my other leg. From the look on his face, I didn't do a great job.

"You got me there, doll." He finishes with both legs after a few minutes and leans his upper body to lay on mine. This just so happens to put his head perfectly within range of my hands.

I reach one hand up and burrow it into his hair. I place my pointer and thumb on the outer sides of his nap and begin rubbing small circles into his skin. He groans softly.

"Baby, let me take care of you." He protests.

"No, this is what I want to do. I want you to lay here against me and let me play with your hair. Please?" I throw out a pout. He huffs.

"I'm making you something to eat in a little bit." He squints at me.

"Okay, monkey." I say, driving both my hands into his hair. I rub circles across his head, then I switch to lightly tracing his scalp with my nails. He lets out the smallest whine.

I start gently moving his hair around, running my hands through it and pulling them up before slowly releasing his hair so it drops back down to his head. He practically whimpers at the sensation. "Fuck ma, feels good. You're real good at this." He moves against my hand. I giggle. In my opinion, there's nothing more relaxing than playing with my favorite boy's hair.

"Good." I say. My stomach growls loudly.

"I think it's time I go make you something to eat." Chris perks up. My shoulders drop. "Don't worry, doll. I'll carry you, and you can continue playing with my hair once you've eaten." He places a wet kiss on my cheek.

"Okay, okay." I sigh. "Come on." He smiles brightly at me. God, how did I get so lucky to have such a sweet boy?

[jeridandridge]

Haaaaay, hope you're having a good day!

I had a prompt if you're feeling it! (Totally cool of you're not 😁) Ava squeezes some funds out of the superintendent for a team building weekend at a cabin in the mountains. Teacher!reader and melissa have been together for a minute (or it can be new 🤷‍♀️) but no one else knows. They get put together to share a room. They're excited (as excited as you can be for a "work trip/getaway" with your coworkers lol) until they have a huge fight either before or at the cabin. But before either of them can try to leave the situation, the group gets snowed in.

Angsty but with a happy ending maybe? Feel free to change whatever you want!

☆*~Thank yoooou ~*☆♡♡♡

I had so much fun with this! Thank you for the request 🩷 I hope you saw my media post for the day after 😉

Snow Storms

“Get ready yall! Load out is in ten minutes!”

It was far too early for Ava to be actually excited about something, but you were happy to see everyone amped up. Somehow Ava managed to get funds from the district for a team building weekend and now here you were, outside of Abbott on a Saturday morning before the sun is up.

When you see Melissa pull into the parking lot you hide a smile in your coffee cup. The relationship was still new enough where no one knew about your cozy bubble, you small smiles and hidden glances at school and all your dates and nights spent together.

“Are you ready to par-tay?!” Janine does a little dance next to you.

You let out a laugh putting your hand in your pocket. “I’ll let you know when I fully wake up.”

“Hey, hon, pipsqueak,” Melissa nods to you and Janine. Giving her a friendly smile you nod back.

“Are you ready for the trip Melissa? I hope we’re roomies!” Janine beams.

Melissa looks horrified and you can’t help but laugh.

It was going to be an interesting weekend. On the bus ride to the Poconos you sit across the aisle from Barb and Melissa, giving her an amused smile when she winks at you.

“Alright yall, I’m giving room assignments before I forget,” Ava stands up looking at the group. “There’s only one single room, so that’s mine. Janine you’re with Barb, Melissa, you’re with the young blood, and Jacob you’re with Gregory. I’d put myself with Mr Eddie but this is a school sanctioned trip” she smirks. Gregory looks terrified as usual.

Rooming with Melissa would be difficult for you on this trip, especially since you love how cute she looks in her pajamas. It’ll be hard to keep your hands to yourself. Your girlfriend must notice your blush because that’s when she decides to tease you.

“Hey hon, you better not snore.” She shoots you a look across the aisle.

“Don’t worry, Schemmenti. I’m a great roommate.”

-

Two hours later your eyes go wide when you see the place you’d be staying in. The cabin is a nice one and you have no idea how Ava managed to get something like it. It’s a two story perched far back off the rode just near the ski slope. There’s a fine dusting of snow on the ground, not quite enough to enjoy the area fully.

As everyone grabs their bags for the overnight stay you hang back playfully nudging Melissa’s shoulder with a smirk. “Lucky me, huh?” You tell her quietly.

“You’re lucky, girlfriend.” Barbara looks to Melissa almost exhausted already.

“I’d tell you it won’t be so bad but, I can’t do that.” You laugh watching Janine and Jacob interact.

Inside the massive cabin everyone brings their bags in and finds their room. As soon as the door shuts your back is pushed against the dark wood and sweet, glossy lips are pressed against yours.

Smirking against her lips you snake your arms around her neck running your fingers through auburn strands.

“Mmm, Mel, don’t start something you can’t finish.” You smirk meeting sparkling green eyes. Melissa playfully growls squeezing your backside.

“This giant house, no one would hear a thing, Tesoro.”

Laughing you push yourself off the door. “C’mon, rain check until later. I wanna see what Ava has in mind for team building.” You smile. “I’m a little scared actually.”

Melissa playfully swats your butt, wiping the corner of her lips with that devilish smirk you love so much.

-

After a few hours of get to know you activities and dinner you stand by the large window overlooking the ski hill watching the snow come down.

“Are we sure this is gonna stop sometime soon? Because this is coming down.” You worry.

“Uh yeah about that,” Jacob sits up on his phone, “That snow storm shifted and we’re getting hit.” He says holding his phone out.

Ava looks at the phone horrified. “I’m gonna be stuck here for more than 24 hours with you people?!”

“Could be worse. At least we’re all sorta friends.” He shrugs. “Why don’t we start one of the activities?”

As the snowfall gets heavier and the sun goes down you get a little nervous at how much there actually is.

“What’s wrong, hon?” Melissa asks plopping down beside you on the large sofa. Quirking a brow you look around at the group spread around the room enjoying themselves.

shoulder to shoulder with the redhead you hum. “I don’t know how long I can last snowed in up here,”

Melissa nods patting your knee. “Don’t worry, hon. I’m here.” She smiles.

“Ooo cutie alert, what’s goin on here?” Ava smirks pointing between the two of you.

“Sitting, talking. Normal human interaction.” You shoot back at your friend.

“Nah, yall are cozy.”

“Ava, they’re simply sitting together. Besides, Melissa has a dinner invitation from Gary.” Barb smiles proudly.

Hearing this bit of new information has you quirking a brow, fuming on the inside. You pretend to find a spot on the coffee table very interesting as your mind runs wild. Why would Melissa hide that from you? You knew the vending machine guy had a thing for Mel, he had eyes of course, eyes that lingered too long sometimes. You hated him.

“Barb, I already told ya, it ain’t gonna happen.”

The air in the room suddenly feels tense, the fire in the room making you sweat. You’ve already blocked about the conversation happening as you get up sliding swiftly out of the room.

At the front door you slide on your boots and the nearest coat going out to the front walkway, letting out a shaky breath as the cold hits your cheeks and the snow gets in your eyes. Letting out a breath you tip your head up watching the snowflakes come down.

“Why did she go outside?” Ava shrugs watching Melissa run for the door.

“Tesoro, get back in here!” Melissa yells down the long driveway as she jogs towards you. You can’t do anything but scoff, eyes on the

“Go inside, Melissa.”

“No. Get over here and talk to me.”

You can see her shiver in her sweater out of the corner of your eye and you almost reach over to pull her close to you.

“Why didn’t you tell me Gary asked you out?”

“Hon,” Melissa sighs with a shrug. “I didn’t think it was important.”

“Not important.” You laugh. “You know I hate the guy and how he talks to you. So yeah, it’s important to me. Is that also why you don’t wanna tell anyone we’re together? Make sure you still have back ups if this doesn’t work out?” You play dirty when you’re mad, and you feel like she deserves it.

Melissa’s nose is red and her arms are crossed as the wind whips. “That’s not it at all! You know I love you.”

Shaking your head you put your hands in your pockets. She’d never said those words before but you knew. It didn’t change the fact that she hid something like that from you.

“Yeah, well maybe if you can’t tell people we’re together and can’t turn a man down when he asks you on a date, this isn’t a good idea.”

Melissa’s shoulders deflate and her lips part. “You don’t mean that.” She lets out.

Jaw clenched, your eyes burning from a mix of tears and the wind you stand completely silent for a moment before the sound of crunching snow sounds from underneath your boots as you go.

Huffing behind you Melissa follows close by back to the cabin. “Are you really not gonna talk to me?”

“I’ll talk to you, Melissa. We’re talking right now.” You shiver looking at the front door, Barbara nearby through the glass.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

Spinning on your heels Melissa almost jumps back, looking at you with tears in her eyes.

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly. The look in her eyes is enough to make your heart ache, but you won’t back down.

Melissa looks behind you, Ava and Janine are practically pushed on the glass watching you both while Barbara tries to pull them away.

“You want them to know?” Melissa asks, confusion written on your face.

“What are you-“

Before you finish your sentence, your girlfriend wraps her arms around your neck pulling you into a soft kiss. The chill from her nose hits your skin and her soft lips warm you up instantly. Putting your hands in your pockets you grin against her lips wrapping her into your coat.

The warm bubble you two created makes you forget where you are and why you were so mad.

“I told yall! I told yall they were together!” Ava yells from the door.

Breaking the kiss you rest your forehead against hers.

“Well played, Schemmenti.” You smirk.

“I love you, Tesoro. I’m sorry.”

“I really do love you, Mel.”

Going back inside, you’re teased mercilessly by Ava and gushed over Barbara. Team building weekends aren’t so bad.

[izgnanik-a]

Suffer Does The Wolf (Crawling To Thee) iv

Summary: Simon knew the exact moment when he knew he had to have you for himself. It was only a matter of time before his military skills allowed himself into your home, into your life. And once he stuck — he wasn’t going to let you back out of his webs.

Tags: non-con, stalker!Ghost, fem reader, mature content

MINORS DNI

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Simon was so impatient to go out with you, he didn't even go home. He waited outside of the restaurant until his phone gave a chirp with your messages that you were heading out of work then.

Of course he knew. He'd done nothing for the past few hours but watch you through the front window pace back and forth behind the counter, only vanishing for your break, and returning right back.

He was vibrating with energy when he pulled his phone to reply. " ok. outside. " He looked down at himself in the reflection of the car in front of him. He had nothing to fix.

He was wearing his hoodie and a jacket over it, jeans, and his cloth mask instead of his balaclava.

He had kept his balaclavas tucked away since coming back from duty, strictly kept to his half masks instead. Though the straps around his ears were a constant reminder that he was concealing his face from you, it didn't appear to bother you.

He could be ugly for all you knew. And you still wanted to go out and have a drink with him.

All his thoughts went away when he saw you waving your coworkers goodbye and heading for the door. His heart trembling in his chest as you caught his eyes and immediately smiled at him.

You approached with a sigh. "You been waiting on me this whole time?" You asked.

Simon hesitated to speak.

You nudged him, "I'm only joking. That'd be stupid." You laughed.

He tried his best to keep his nervousness under control. He was a lieutenant for fuck's sake. And you managed to make the grown man tremble.

"Did you eat yet?" You asked.

"No."

"Good, because I wouldn't want you to miss out on the food at this place. It's right around the corner. You don't mind the walk, do you?" You asked.

Simon shook his head.

"Let's go then." You tipped your head in it's direction, and began moving side by side down the road.

Simon kept to your side, closest to the road, scanning the street as if there would be a threat that could take you out.

"You don't talk much, do you?"

"Does that bother you?"

"Not really. Just makes me wonder what goes on in your head sometimes." You smiled up at him.

He stared ahead. "Plenty."

"Do indulge."

Here you were, this sunshine-y thing, and all he could think of doing was smothering you up against the nearest wall until all you could make out were desperate sobs of pleasure. He tried to divert his attention to something less vicious.

"How was your day at work?" He asked.

You blew a heavy breath between your lips. "Where do I even start? We started off the day with one register working. Not only did that make it difficult to take orders between drive thru and the counter, it slowed us down a lot."

"Does it happen often?"

"Only recently. But they plan on sending someone tomorrow morning to fix it. Or hopefully fix it."

Simon hummed.

"Also, thank you for saying something to the customer earlier."

"He was being a prick."

"I wish I could say those things to them without worrying about losing my job." You scoffed. "It happens a lot more than you think."

That comment made his blood boil. How could anyone be so ignorant and vile to you? You were sweet and beautiful and so soft. He wanted to find that prissy bastard and ring his neck now, even if he was just one customer among the many bad ones. It'd be a start.

"What do you do for work?" You asked him.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Private contractor."

"Really? What kind of work does a private contractor do?" You teased.

"Private things."

You hummed. "I see. I guess I won't pry then."

Simon gazed down at you and your sultry glance, and he was fighting his inner demons hard to keep from wrapping an arm around you and just taking you home.

"This is the place right here." You gestured to the flashing lights in the window reading ' open ' and ' bar '.

Simon was quick to grab the door and open it for you before you could touch it.

You tipped your head. "Why thank you." You smirked as you stepped in and he followed closely.

He lingered close. Your coat under your arm brushed against his belly, and he could smell the faint hints of coffee beans lingering in your uniform. It was masked with the smell of sweets; chocolates, coconut, and caramel. He wanted to press his nose into the back of your neck.

"Let's get a seat at the bar." You looked over your shoulder at him, and he nodded dumbly.

He followed willingly, sat down in a bar stool that was too small for him to be comfortable on. But his arm brushed up against yours, and every time you'd look at him, the contact only became warmer.

"I highly recommend the beers they have on draft."

"You come to this place often?" He asked.

"I used to. But I don't really have time anymore to enjoy things outside of work, you know?"

He gazed into the side of your face longingly. He did know how hard it was to separate himself from his work, finding it harder to be Simon Riley and Ghost separately. He felt like he was always the blood thirsty animal, just without a battlefield.

"I'm rambling."

"I don't care."

"But it's boring."

"I don't think so."

You stared at him, and he watched your eyes flicker down at his half mask. "Do you always wear that? I'm sure that's a question you get often."

"Always."

"To the mask or the question?"

"Both."

You hummed, smiling at the menu before speaking again. "I guess having a drink is out of the question then."

And he felt compelled to rip off the mask for you. Take off his hoodie. Just lay absolutely beneath your feet, whatever you wanted him to do.

"Does it have to do with your private contracting job?" You questioned.

"Why do you want to see my face so badly?"

You shrugged. "Just curious."

He scoffed.

"I like the mask." You said, looking to the bartender as they approached. "Makes you look scary, so no weirdos can approach me."

"It doesn't scare you?"

You met his eyes with a smirk. "You'd have to do a whole lot more than wear a mask to scare me, Simon."

You ate and drank more than he had expected you to. You were comfortable enough to keep the contact between your arms touching his. You were too comfortable.

He paid the tab and you were walking, practically stumbling, out of the restaurant door with Simon in tow.

"I feel amazing." You hummed, looking over towards Simon. The motion made you sway.

He grabbed your arm before you could tumble backwards. "You're drunk."

"No, you're drunk." You laughed, leaning into his side with a hand on his sternum. "You're so handsome and nice."

"You haven't even seen my face."

"I don't have to. It's in your eyes." You gazed up at him. "They're so pretty."

Simon's heart thumped under your palm. He was burning up. Too overwhelmed with your body on his, too horny to think anything but to pick you up right now. It wasn't right, but it's all he could think to do.

"You should call a cab to head home." He insisted, using his only grasp of sanity to get you home safe. If he brought you home, he'd be tempted to walk you the whole way in and never leave.

"I want to stay with you a little longer." Your hand on his sternum slid down to his belly, wrapping around his side, and around his back. Your entire body pressed to his. "You're so nice to me."

And to top it off, you pressed your cheek onto his collar and shut your eyes.

Simon shut his eyes tightly, throwing his head up to the night sky in agony. You were a gift in disguise, laid up perfectly in his arms. He brought his shaking hand to the back of your neck, gently stroking your hair down until he cupped the back of your head. His fingers tangled in the softness of your hair, and he could feel you sink further into him.

He pressed his cheek into the side of your face, as gently as he could — he inhaled through the fabric of his mask just to take in the smell of your hair.

And god did it make him hard.

“I’m gonna fall asleep.” You hummed into his chest before lifting your head, breaking the spell he was under. “I need to go home.” You pouted.

He removed his hand from your hair and let go of your arm. “Are you going to make it home alright?”

You smiled, soft warmth radiating from you again. “Worried someone will come and snatch me up?”

Yes, actually. He was. He’d kill someone with his bare hands if they thought they could take what was his.

You reached out to grasp his forearm before brushing your lips to his clothed cheek. You kissed the fabric softly before returning to the soles of your feet again. “I really enjoyed tonight. I like you.”

Simon tracked your movement with his eyes as you stepped back. “I can take you home. If you want me to.” He stepped close to you again, until his chest touched yours.

You pressed your palm to his belly, keeping a sliver of space between your bodies. “Nice try.” You patted his belly before stepping back. “I’ll text you when I get home.”

Simon watched you step away from him. He grit his teeth as he watched you go, and stuffed his hands in his jean pockets. He did his best to squeeze his cock in his pants, but nothing would deflate him. Not until he could wrap his hand around himself, thinking of how delicious and delicate you were tonight.

How you wrapped your arm around his waist, pressing your face into his chest, and sunk into his touch. He wanted to feel your hair between his fingers again, feel your warmth and solid form against his body, under him, over him.

He followed you in shadow until a car came to pick you up and bring you home. But he’d be sure to make it habit to take you wherever you wanted from then on.

Do not copy my works and post elsewhere.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 31: Masturbation- Alistair (Twilight)

Summary: You and your boyfriend Alistair have worked out an alternative to having sex and almost killing you

Word count: 1, 635

‘Lunch, two hours, home, lunch, two hours, home’ is all you could find yourself chanting in your head as you waited in line at the lunch bar. Usually you weren’t super antsy to get home, but tonight was different.

You and Alistair had been seeing each other for almost five months now, and it had been unlike any relationship you’d had before. The main difference was that Alistair was a vampire, but besides the vampiric things that made your relationship different and sometimes difficult, he was a blessing.

Being from a different time and not being used to being around other vampires, let alone humans, was at first a difficult thing to overcome, but it has been worth it. Romantic moonlit picnics, museum trips and piggyback rides through the forest were just some of the ways Alistair had woo’d you. This was very new for him, but since finding you as his mate, he did everything in his power to make you feel loved, well except one thing.

Vampires were a lot stronger than humans and that fact weighed on Alistair constantly. It had been the reason you hadn’t had sex with each other yet, but you had seemed to come up with a good work around.

Preparing for this night you had made sure to not just pick out new lingerie but also new body lotions and bedsheets, you wanted it to feel special for the both of you. Knowing how nervous Alistair was, you thought these things would help him forget about his worries and just enjoy the evening.

As five o’clock rolled around, you were hurriedly waving a goodbye to your coworkers as you race to your car. You tried really hard not to speed home but the excitement in your stomach and core demanded you be a little faster.

Seeing the headlights of your car and being able to smell you as you turned onto your street, Alistair quickly hid out of view. You told him to be over at 6:30 so you could have time to get ready, but he’d been there since you left this morning. He was too filled with both anxiety and excitement to go anywhere else.

He’s never seen you move so fast, he couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw you sprint inside, getting undressed as you stepped through the door. Even though Alistair could easily look at you as you got dressed, he was ever the gentleman and waited for you to call to him.

The second you walked into your bedroom you got to work getting ready for the night. You showered, shaved, moisturised, got into your new lingerie and even did hair and makeup. It was exactly 6:30 on the dot as you approached your window, dressed in your robe, and called down for Alistair.

You smirked down at him as you saw him approach under your window within 10 seconds. Smiling back up at you, you took a step back so he could climb up into your bedroom.

“You’ve been waiting there all day haven’t you?” You ask smirking at the blonde vampire before you, slowly approaching to stand in his embrace.

He knew he couldn’t lie to you and was a little embarrassed he’d been caught.

“Well if I knew you’d smell and look so good, I would have waited in the house.” He smirks down at you, his eyes beginning to darken as he pulled your robe away to reveal the surprise underneath.

Many believe Alistair to be cold, harsh and anxious, but once you get him comfortable, he can make you melt with his sweet words. Perhaps that’s why you hadn’t minded waiting for anything intimate, he always managed to leave you satisfied with his soft touches, sweet words and heated kisses.

“Seems a little unfair to be the only one standing here in my underwear.” You sass him, breaking him from the trance your body had put him in.

“Mmm, let me just look at you a little while longer.” He whispered, mesmerised by the body before him.

He was scared to hurt you in any way, so his touches were light as they traced along your body. His eyes moved all over you, his touch getting slightly harsher as he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. Alistair had never kissed you with such heat and passion before and you couldn’t get enough. As your hand grabbed a hold of his hair, something in Alistair switched. He grabbed you up by the backs of your thighs and dragged you both back into the large arm chair you’d set up for him.

Now sitting with you straddling him in the arm chair, his hands roamed all over your body. It wasn’t until you broke the kiss and started kissing down his neck, opening up his shirt that he realised how far you’d both gone. He began to slightly panic as he let out an uncontrollable moan from the way you were grinding on his hard cock.

“St-stop, darling. Please, y/n.. Stop! Stop!” He had to shout, scaring you slightly.

“I’m sorry, love, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He apologised sweetly, ashamed of how he made you feel.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask him.

“No, no, no. You were doing everything right, trust me,” he deliciously grinned at you, red eyes filling with passion, “but I can’t have you like that just yet. What we planned is best for now. I can’t stand a single second longer not hearing what your beautiful moans must sound like, but I can’t hurt you.” He stared lovingly into your eyes, a gentle hand on your cheek.

“Okay, baby.” You gently reply, kissing the hand that rested on your cheek and standing from his lap.

Looking into his eyes, you bite your lip as you begin to remove your bra. As his eyes move from your gaze to your chest, he lets out a deep moan. His eyes become sensual and dangerous as they come back to yours. Smirking at him you crawl onto your bed, making sure to poke your ass out a bit more than needed as you go.

Reaching the head of your bed, you lay down comfortably on the soft mattress and stare at the man in the chair in front of you, a noticeable tent already growing in his pants.

Your hand began to reach down to the top of your panties, already feeling your warmth and wetness. The moment you felt your fingers on your clit you let out a soft moan, continuing to rub softly and slowly.

“You make such sweet noises, darling. I want to see all of you.” Alistair purred at you from across the bed, his hand beginning to move slowly up and down his now exposed cock.

With one hand you continue to play with your clit and wetness, while the other pushes your panties down. Spreading your legs wide for him, you could hear his hand speeding up at the sight.

“Oh fuck, you look so perfect. Look at me, darling, let me see your pretty eyes.” He seductively coaxed you.

Opening your eyes and raising your head, you are met with the sight of Alistair naked and pumping himself quickly. The beautiful scene before you causes you to moan loudly, his red eyes pinning you to your place, the only thing moving is your fingers speeding up on your clit.

“You’re just as gorgeous as I thought you would be, darling. Your moans are the best thing I’ve heard in 700 years. Oh fuck!”

“All my moans are for you, Alistair. I’m yours, baby. My mouth is yours, my pussy is yours. Fuck I bet you’d feel so good inside me. Your cock is so big.” You pant back to your immortal love.

You and Alistair hold each others gaze as your body heats and trembles, your end coming soon. All you wanted and all you could think of was the cock in Alistairs hand, thrusting into you over and over. The thought alone of what he could do to you made you moan even louder and desperately. You were so close and all you wanted was to feel Alistair.

“Alistair! Finish on me, baby, please! I need to feel you!” You desperately shouted out to him.

Before Alistair had a moment to question himself, you shouted out another plea for him. Seeing you so desperate for him, he couldn’t help but use his inhuman speed to pounce on the bed between your legs.

At seeing and smelling you so close, he couldn’t help the loud animalistic moan that left him. Both of your moans were getting louder and your hands both moved faster, looking into each others eyes with hunger.

“I’m so close. Cum with me, baby.” You desperately moaned out, eyes about to close as you’re on the edge of pleasure.

“Cum for me, my darling!” Alistair moans out in reply.

At his command you feel your body rush with warmth and shudder as you scream out a desperate moan. Alistairs head is thrown back at the same time as he shouts his own release, his warm cum landing all over your chest and stomach.

You lay beneath him panting as he watches your relaxed and pleasure filled face. Alistair didn’t have to catch his breath, so he just enjoys watching your beautiful face and body. A warm feeling of joy fills him, seeing you so at peace and covered in his release, you’re so perfect.

“I love you, darling.” He gentle whispers down to you.

“I love you.” You say as your eyes open and smile up at him lazily.

“Should we have a shower, my darling?” He asks you gently as he strokes your hair back.

[lily-radiance]

Random fic headcanons and ideas:

TWD season two Daryl Dixon with an S/O who's in trouble

Both loners

MC is not from Georgia

Early 20s MC dating mid-30s Daryl

She knows how to shoot archery bows but not crossbows

Touch-starved

Andrea considers MC like another younger sibling

Everyone advises Daryl not to go for you and vice versa

When Rick, Hershel, and Glenn go to the bar, MC accompanies them. Daryl only goes when Lori tells him that you are in danger.

Carol gives him advice

Andrea and Lori warn him if he breaks your heart, he's a dead man.

RE4 Leon with a high school best friend who became an Umbrella Scientist.

MC was initially training for the force with Leon but dropped out to find another passion

She wants to help people but gets pulled into Umbrella’s dark research

Leon caught a glimpse of her at the end of RE2 but couldn't be sure if it was her.

Ashley doesn't trust MC, but Leon ignores it

Both have combat experience and have undergone physical conditioning

MC does not have Las Plagas

Krauser spars with MC, causing Leon to jump in.

Krauser asks Leon to choose between you and Ashley.

IDK if Leon would be sweet here or a Yandere.

Arkham Movie Trilogy Jonathan Crane, Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy x Psychiatrist reader

This story is currently in progress!!!

Reader works at Arkham Asylum

Friends with Bruce Wayne

Knows about his alter ego and occasionally helps him solve cases

Reader believes Bruce should do more with his money to benefit Gotham

Combines Heath Ledger’s Joker with Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn

The reader was in the same major as Harley in college, and the two dated briefly

Harley constantly teases the reader when she catches wind of a new crush

You try to ignore her, but eventually can't as she warns you that the doctor is deadlier than he lets on

You brush it off, too fond of your coworker to accept the notion that he can hurt you

Bruce doesn't like your new counterpart, picking up a destructive energy that screams guilty

In defiance, you decide to bring your beaux to one of many parties and get on your friend’s last nerve.

A kiss is shared in front of the crowd, some murmuring complaints while others smile. You wish to stay in Jonathan’s arms, but the moment is interrupted as Bruce pulls you aside

Naturally, two upper-class socialites fighting in front of an audience calls for bad publicity, but not on your part

“If you keep this up, you'll become a sewer rat criminal just like the rest!”

Luckily, you decided to wear a few rings to accentuate your outfit. Not only do you look stunning, but you reel back and land a brutal slap on his cheek. Yet that doesn't hurt as much as your following words.

“How dare you, Bruce. How dare you scrutinize what you can never understand. Thomas and Martha would be ashamed of you, and you, of all people, know they were difficult to rattle. Next time you need anything, ask someone who gives a shit.”

Your friend has to watch in shock as you exit the home, arm linked with a man he despises. Even in disagreeable situations, you manage to exhibit grace and elegance. It's the beginning of a new era and the opportunity to forget the complex life of the wealthy.

“Is your hand alright, (Y/N)? Better yet, are you okay?”

Never underestimate a psychiatrist to get into your head. He walks you to the car, watching your lips tremble in the darkness. You meet his stare, and one thought crosses your mind: kissing him sounds lovely. The doctor is efficient at picking up social cues, leaning down to meet your lips, and extinguishing the frigid temperature.

“As long as I'm with you, Jonathan. I can do anything with you by my side, no matter the risks.”

I want to make the reader an anti-hero vigilante with the “Grim Reaper” theme. Supernatural powers in Batman don't really occur so I will brainstorm. Most villains are the work of genetic experiments gone wrong so maybe I'll work with that?

JD(Heathers 1989) dating the reader

You are friends with Veronica and the despicable Heathers

Instead of going along with their charades, you often argue and challenge Heather Chandler

She constantly threatens your social standing but knows that the campus would easily choose you over her.

Purple color coded

JD can't help but admire your tenacity as you begrudgingly follow Veronica to the table, attempting to stop the girl from doing Heather’s bidding.

When you walk over, he seems uninterested in the girl speaking to him, instead transfixed on your disinterested attitude. Unknowingly, you lick your lips, tasting lip gloss and wiping some glitter away. When you lock eyes, you swear your heart stops beating, drawn to his carefree attitude.

Veronica says a few words to you, trying to convince you to let her administer the lunch poll

As she talks, you playfully roll your eyes, causing the delinquent to smirk in your direction. He hides a chuckle from breaking out, finding your careless joking funny given the circumstances. When Veronica walks off, it allows you to sit across from the newcomer, albeit a little too eagerly.

“Mind if I ask for a smoke? I'm dying from boredom.”

“Sure, I could never say no to a girl like you. I’m guessing you’ve been trying to break from those devils all day.”

He lights your cigarette as you take it between your teeth, enjoying the visual more than he lets on.

“It's all thanks to you, my knight in obsidian armor.”

[terabyteturtle]

💜 Kazuya Mishima SFW Alphabet 💜

This is extremely self-indulgent, I'm not gonna lie. This man has been on my mind 24/7 recently, so I just couldn’t help but write a ton (I actually had to shorten it because it came out waaay too long)! Because I’m a fluff maniac, I made sure this was jam-packed with wholesomeness. Hope you like it!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Kazuya is definitely not the most affectionate, at least not initially. It takes a long time for him to feel comfortable giving or receiving any sort of affection. Gentle physical touch is not something he’s used to, so he’ll tense up whenever you give him a hug or plant a kiss on his cheek. However, the longer you're together and the more you show your love for him, he'll get more comfortable and reciprocate. With Kazuya, all gestures of affection are small, simple, and given in private. He’ll frequently give you hugs or quick pecks on the forehead while you’re at home, but he’ll almost never do any of this in public. Though every so often, if you're talking to a friend or coworker of yours, he'll come up behind you and put an arm around your waist. It's subtle, but really sweet coming from Kazuya.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Kazuya doesn't really have friends, aside from maybe Bruce or Anna. He intentionally keeps most people away from him, so the fact that you managed to achieve friendship status is a lucky blessing. As a best friend, you and him would be a dynamic duo. The friendship would probably start at G Corporation, with you either being an executive of some sort or one of the lab workers running tests on him. As an executive, you’d probably run into him at business meetings. As a lab worker, you’d get the pleasure of seeing him every day, checking his vitals and making sure everything ran smoothly. Either way, the two of you would end up having many conversations, becoming best friends over time. At work, you two always get straight to the point, being as productive as possible. While he still retains his grumpy nature, he'd be more casual around you, maybe even cracking jokes once in a while with his signature frown still plastered on his face. It's strange seeing him try at humor while still looking very serious, but for you, it makes it funnier. The most important thing about your friendship, however, is that both of you can rely on each other for anything. Kazuya knows that you're the only person he can shoulder his burdens with, the only one who cares deeply for him. He feels comfortable opening up to you and only you, and he wants you to feel the same with him. If you ever need anything, whether it's a cup of coffee or a shoulder to cry on, he's there for you.

C = Comfort (How do they comfort you? Are they good at it, or are they kinda awkward? How do they like to be comforted?)

If he sees you upset, his first instinct is to launch a whole bunch of questions onto you, asking you what happened and why you're upset. Kazuya is only trying to help, but the way he does so can be pretty overwhelming and difficult to handle. But this won't last long, as he'll quickly notice how distressed you are and figure out that you need comfort. He will give you the biggest hug, lay you down next to him, and hold you until you feel better. Kazuya is pretty good at comforting, unless you need some input from him. Giving advice is not his strong suit, but he’ll try his best for you. When it comes to comforting him, it can be kind of difficult. Much like affection, comfort is an alien concept to Kazuya. At first, he’ll shrug off any attempt you make, but over time, he’ll realize that sometimes even he needs a hug every once and a while. Speaking of which, hugs are the best way to comfort him. Holding him is the quickest way to make him feel better after a tough and stressful day. You don't even have to say anything. Your presence alone is comforting enough.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He'd definitely want to settle down with you at some point. After everything he's gone through, a steady, secluded life with you sounds ideal. But beware—this man has never had to cook in his life. Growing up, he's always had servants to do it for him. Even in his later years, G Corporation supplied him with food and shelter in return for his services. When he took over the company, he made enough money to hire personal chefs and dine at fancy restaurants every night. If you give him a cookbook, he might not fare too badly, but don't expect a high-quality meal. In terms of cleaning, your shared living space will be spotless. Kazuya prefers to keep his spaces neat and tidy. In his mind, a clean environment is a healthy one (not to mention Heihachi totally would've beat him for making a mess when he was a kid; he won't admit it, but the trauma is still there).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with you, how would they do it?)

He would only end things if he felt it was too dangerous to continue the relationship. Kazuya would become colder around you than usual. He wouldn't pay much attention to you, he would walk away if you try to give him affection, and whenever you ask him what's wrong, he won't answer you. Eventually, when you feel like you've reached your limit, he'll sit down with you and explain that he thinks it's best that you don't see each other anymore. He'd end it in the most blunt, stoic way possible, but deep down, it hurts him to have to do this. Kazuya loves you deeply, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something were to happen to you because you were with him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Originally, marriage was something he didn’t want to consider. The thought of committing to someone was something he was averse to. But the more time he spent with you, the more it dawned on him that marriage meant much more than he’d previously imagined. It would take years for Kazuya to even think about getting married. With him, it requires a lot of time to build trust in someone, especially in a partner. But once you've completely earned his trust, he'll be ready to make a commitment.

G = Gentle (How tender are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, he's as careful with you as possible. Kazuya knows he's strong, and he worries he might somehow hurt you by accident. Sometimes, you have to remind him that you're a human being and not a glass vase. Emotionally, he's hard as a rock. He's very serious and keeps his emotions under a tough, protective shell. With enough time and patience, however, Kazuya will eventually soften up and bring his walls down around you.

H = Hugs n' Cuddles (Do they like hugs/cuddles? What are they like? How often do they happen?)

He won’t like them initially, but that will change the more you expose him to it. With guidance and a whole lot of love, he’ll find that he really enjoys hugging and cuddling you! His hugs are the absolute best! Considering how tall and muscular he is, it's easy for him to engulf you into a heartfelt embrace. Plus, he's always super warm for some reason, so you get the added benefit of having your own personal heater! His cuddles are pretty much the same way. Kazuya loves it when you're lying together, and your head is resting on his chest while his arms are draped over you. One way or another, he will have his arm (or arms) wrapped around you, making you feel safe and protected. Expect hugs and cuddles to happen every evening and every night as you two fall asleep. He's very busy during the day, so when he comes home from work, all he wants to do is indulge in your presence.

I = I Love You (How quickly do they tell you they love you?)

Like with most other things, it takes years for him to tell you this. Even after he puts all of his trust in you, it's still difficult for him to vocalize his feelings. Because of this, Kazuya usually shows his love through acts of service or, later on, gift-giving and physical touch. However, he'll eventually come to the realization that words are just as important. Sometimes people just need to hear that someone cares for them. He knows he sure did. At that point, he makes a mental note to say those three words next time he sees you, and when he does, he'll pour his whole heart into it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Unfortunately, Kazuya can get pretty jealous, but it's not because he thinks someone else will whisk you away with some sweet words and a rose. In fact, it's the exact opposite. He's worried someone will take you and cause you pain or discomfort. He trusts you, but he doesn't trust anyone else. If he's around, he'll stand right next to you and put an arm around your waist, keeping a close eye on both you and the other person. He'll introduce himself as your significant other and will quietly attend whatever conversation you're having. If he notices any signs of discomfort from you, he'll give you a reassuring squeeze and guide you away from them. And if the other person dares to make snide remarks toward you, or even worse, lay a hand on you, they will be facing the wrath of the Mishima. The Iron Fist of Darkness does not mess around when it comes to someone harassing the love of his life. He doesn't care who they are; he will Electric Wind God Fist their heads in, if necessary.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The nature of his kisses largely depends on his mood. If he's feeling happy, he'll give you a quick little peck. If he's feeling calm or relaxed, the kisses will be slower, longer, and sweeter. When Kazuya is angry or in a more spicy mood, they'll become sloppy and primal, fueled by passion and desire. He likes kissing you on the forehead and on the lips. The forehead is nice and easily accessible, perfect for quick pecks. Meanwhile, the lips are saved for more intimate kisses, since he feels he can show more love with lip kisses than any other type. If both of you are in a pretty spicy mood, however, he'll immediately go for the neck. But no matter what mood he’s in though, Kazuya loves it when you kiss his scars. It reminds him that you love him, even after all he’s been through.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children and what are their thoughts on them?)

Kazuya doesn't really spend time around children, nor does he have any particular thoughts on them. If he interacts with a kid, he's very indifferent and blunt about everything, no matter how the kid may act. Children are children, nothing more. They're tiny, innocent people who have a lot of life left to experience. Sometimes, kids will remind him of a fond time with his mother, or will make himself wish he'd had a regular childhood, but he'll shake all of that off quickly. All in all, he doesn't have much of an opinion on children. In terms of having children with you, that's when he starts getting emotionally conflicted. If you want to have children with him, then he wants to make you happy, but at the same time, he worries that they might end up like the last one. Kazuya hates the idea of two Jins potentially walking the Earth; he's already got his hands full with one, the last thing he needs is another.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Kazuya gets up early, since he needs to be at work for a certain time. That, and sometimes he just goes to work early because he doesn't trust most of the goons working at G Corporation. Since he likes holding you while you sleep, he makes sure you're awake before he has to get up. He'd feel bad about moving you off of him while you were still asleep, especially if that caused you to have a rude awakening. So, to keep you as peaceful as possible, Kazuya will wake you up by giving you a kiss on the forehead, and if that doesn't work, he'll kiss your lips. It wakes you up just enough to shuffle yourself off of him, but not to the point where you couldn't fall back asleep again if you wanted to. For breakfast, he usually just makes a protein shake and leaves, but if you're up and want to cook him something, he'd deeply appreciate it. As much as Kazuya likes protein shakes, it's nice to eat something else every once in a while, especially if it's as special as a homemade meal from his lover. Make sure to feed him a lot of protein, though. Kazuya needs to retain his physique somehow.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Unless there's some sort of work event or party he has to go to, nights with Kazuya are always about unwinding and relaxing from the stress of the day. No matter what, your conversations always start with the day's events and how you two are feeling. From there, you and him will talk about whatever comes to mind, whether it be some crazy thing on the news or something as mundane as work. Once you both have eaten dinner, you'll settle down on the couch, put on the TV, and just indulge in each other's company. It's simple, but it never fails to relax you. When you guys get ready for bed, you'll cuddle up close to him as he wraps both of his arms around you. If either one has any last-minute things they want to talk about, then the other is all ears. If not, or once all has been said, you'll kiss each other goodnight and fall asleep quickly, the soothing presence of one another helping you sleep soundly.

O = Open (At what point would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or take their time with it?)

On the first couple dates, he'll reveal all of the simple stuff. What he likes, what he dislikes, what his hobbies are, all of the basics. Once you've been together for a couple months, Kazuya will start revealing some more details about himself, like his rivalry with Heihachi, experiences from the King of Iron Fist Tournament, and faint, happy memories with his mother and grandfather. These small, ordinary things will be spread periodically throughout the first few months of your relationship. After that point, he’ll stop for a little while. When it’s been a little over a year, Kazuya will randomly sit down with you one night, calmly saying there are some things he’d like to explain. He’d then proceed to spill everything. He'll tell you why he hates his father so much. He'll tell you about his adopted brother and the abuse they underwent together. He'll tell you the truth behind his lineage, about the horrifying trait that is the Devil Gene. As calmly as possible, Kazuya will unveil all of it. Well, almost all of it. There are some secrets he feels he must withhold in order to keep you safe.

P = Patience (How patient are they?)

Kazuya is not the most patient person in the world. When it comes to work, he has very little patience for mistakes, overdue tasks, or incompetence of any sort. He's cutthroat and gets straight to the point. You can't beat around the bush with him. With you, however, he's a little more forbearing. He knows and cares for you a lot more than his subordinates, so it's a little easier for him to tolerate your mistakes. If Kazuya does begin to lose patience with you, he tries his best to keep a level head. Luckily for you, you can't even tell he's impatient half the time because he looks grumpy on a regular basis.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or kinda forget everything?)

Kazuya has a remarkable memory. If he was able to remember stuff from before the age of five, he'll definitely remember a lot about you. When it comes to you, he remembers every detail, as well as every moment you've shared together vividly. Before, he used to hate the fact that he had such a good memory, as every traumatic event he's experienced is still crystal clear in his mind. But honestly, meeting you has changed his perspective on it. Nowadays, he couldn't be more grateful.

R = Remember (What is one of the most important moments of your relationship?)

The most important moment of your relationship was definitely when Kazuya opened up to you about the more serious topics of his past. That moment was the most truthful he'd ever been to anyone, and the most vulnerable he'd ever been in his entire life. That night pretty much sealed the deal for him when it came to whether or not he could trust you. On top of that, he gained a whole new admiration for you. Not that he didn’t admire you before, but seeing how determined you were, promising to help him out and fight alongside him, added fuel to his fire.

S = Security (How protective are they and how would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Kazuya is definitely protective, sometimes to the point where it might be a little overbearing. He'll want to be around you as much as he can, and when he can't be, he'll appoint G Corp soldiers to watch over you while he's gone. He'll want to be introduced to your friends so he knows that you hang out with people who are safe and reliable. His number one concern will be your safety, especially as long as Heihachi and Jin are alive. He means no ill intent, but there are times where you have to tell him to dial it down a bit. Once you tell him this, he'll realize that maybe he worries a little too much. Just a little, though. Kazuya doesn't want you to protect him for two reasons. First, he knows that he can protect himself and, although he finds it admirable, doesn't feel it's necessary. Second, he doesn't want you putting yourself in danger. In a dangerous situation, he'd rather you save yourself than risk your life to protect him. Kazuya would rather die knowing you're alive than live having watched you die.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

It’s needless to say that this man will pamper you to no end. He knows your likes and dislikes like he knows the back of his hand. Dates, anniversaries, gifts, and the like would all center around things that you enjoy, or that hold significance to you. For a date, he’ll take you out to that one restaurant you loved when you were a kid and gladly let you order everything on the menu. For your anniversary, he’ll whisk you away to your favorite vacation destination. Is there something you've always wanted, but were never able to have? Kazuya will get it for you. And of course, he’d always ask for your input. If there’s somewhere specific you want to go for dinner, he’s already booked a reservation. Want to go out for a scenic drive? Hop in the car, sweetheart, it’s already warmed up for you. Screw it, he doesn’t care if that giant teddy bear in the store display is 300 bucks, he’ll still get it because of the way your eyes lit up when you saw it. There isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to keep you happy, especially after all you’ve done for him. In his mind, you deserve it.

U = Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a bad habit of closing himself off. It's difficult to communicate with him because he just can't get himself to open up sometimes. It's like his default setting is to hold everything in and keep others from seeing it. Also, Kazuya has trusted you with a lot of his secrets, but there are times where you can't shake the feeling that there's something else he hasn't told you...

V = Values (What do they value in a partner?)

Kazuya values someone who is kind and patient, but also strong-willed and determined. Someone like this would earn his respect quickly, as very few have a balanced mix of these traits. All of these remind him of his mother, who was a bright spot for him amidst some horrible times. Kindness and patience weren’t shown to him much growing up, so when it was, it was deeply appreciated. Kazuya may seem apathetic, but deep down, forbearance and tenderness are never taken for granted. More often than not, someone with strong will and determination is loyal to whatever or whoever they believe in. It’s reassuring to know that someone has your back, especially when everyone who’s supposed to be close to you is actually out to tear you to pieces.

W = Wedding (How are they on the big day? How do they help plan it out? Are they emotional or stoic?)

On the outside, Kazuya would be his usual stern self. But on the inside, he'd be freaking out. Like holy hell, this is actually happening. He can't believe it. Kazuya will help with everything he can. Every part of a relationship is a team effort, and weddings are no different. He wants to shoulder the responsibility as much as he can and will ask for your input to make it perfect for both of you. Throughout the ceremony, Kazuya looks pretty composed on the outside. But on the inside, he is barely holding himself together. The sight of you alone has him weak in the knees.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

If you fall asleep on him, he'll gently scoop you up into his arms and carry you to bed. Sometimes, he’ll secretly hope that you fall asleep on him just so he can carry you. Other times, he’ll just do it regardless of whether you’re awake or not, and he won’t take no for an answer.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they can't stand, both in a partner and in general?)

He can't stand anyone who is oblivious and can't follow simple directions. His patience is not the greatest, so he'd get irritated easily with someone like that. He also can't stand whining. It's like nails on a chalkboard to him.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Kazuya does not move at all when he sleeps. If you weren’t lying right next to him, you’d think he was dead. When he lies down, he always stays on his back and keeps his arms around you. Once he falls asleep, he stays exactly like that for the rest of the night. He doesn't snore, he doesn't talk in his sleep, he doesn't do anything. He just lays there until morning comes. He's a moderate sleeper, heavy enough so that he doesn't jolt at the slightest noise but light enough to awaken if you shake him.

Can you tell I love Kazuya? Hopefully, I made it clear enough 💜.