#my reader would get cancelled for being just that insane

[sinstear]

need to make my reader so insane, batshit crazy, and a fuck head who has major issues, trust issues through the roof, can’t help but be sassy when someone they don’t like appears, no filter havin ass, has a fake friend detector up their ass, voices too many opinions that could end up with someone in tears, says too many kms jokes until someone is questioning their sanity, but turns into a golden retriever obsessed lover when their girlfriend is around but idk if you could handle all that, sigh

[enjakey]

HYBE-boy

Pairing: Niki x Solo-idol!Fem!Reader

(5k) Definitely the shittiest thing I’ve written but I needed to get it out of my head. I have a habit of starting fics off strong but loosing interest near the end. Gotta fix that. Anyways, enjoy! Also I just copy paste my tags and I’m way too lazy to change it like tags are so annoying and my spelling errors every time are insane.

Summary: you debuted as a solo idol in HYBE not long ago, quickly rising to fame. And soon, you’d started a variety show where many other idols joined as guests. On one episode, a few members of ENHYPEN join you, including Niki. And that, you suppose, is when everything started.

There were rumours being whispered in the halls of the HYBE building- rumours, these days, amongst all the idol groups that had debuted, became common. The staff assumed it was a way of entertainment. With everyone’s schedules being so busy, not being able to interact between groups and time being lost in either practice or sleep, gossip inevitably became the most interesting thing that idols could giggle about. 

It was like high school, really.

You debuted as a solo-artist in HYBE recently. It was a rare event, almost unheard of. But HYBE had been experimenting lately, with their international groups, various concepts for each group and even starting variety shows on Youtube. And when the other idols heard of your debut, a lot of them poured in support. The support was never direct though, as followed by the many rules and regulations placed by the company and staff. The support came through silent nods while passing each other in the hallways, during interviews when asked about the hot new singer and with the occasional like on an Instagram post.

You were young, really, but you weren’t the youngest debut in history or something. There were a lot more idols more capable than you, with a support system from their group member’s that you didn’t have access to. You were alone as a solo-artist and you had only your management and manager to lean on- always following you like a shadow, pointing cameras at you because they needed content to pump out.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had a break.

A few months into your debut, maybe close to a year, your management pitched an idea for a variety show on Youtube. It wasn’t very complicated- it was simple, cute and allowed you to interact with more people personally and that was something you’d been craving for a while. Every week, an idol or two would be invited as a guest. You would interview them for sometime before diving into the main event- they would pick out your outfit for whatever your next big event would be. And you had to wear it, without fail. And the clothes would come from all the brands that you’d signed brand deals with- it was safe to say that, by then, you'd become quite famous and desired by the industry.

Sometimes, the outfits were perfect, fitting to your tastes and the event. Other times, they were deliberately picked out to be embarrassing- and it wasn’t like these idols meant harm, it was all just fun and games. Some people did it out of love, showing the little friendship you shared and others did it just to get a laugh out of it.

But where had these rumours come from, the ones about Y/N that were being spread for the first time since her debut? She’d heard a bunch of rumours before, that some idol was mad at another idol from another group or that someone had stolen something that wasn’t there. But these were… petty rumours, really. Something people could laugh about because they weren’t even true most of the time.

But this rumor? If it reached the ears of tabloids and netizens? It could lead to scandals and idols being cancelled on the internet. And that wasn’t doing anyone’s career good. 

Every idol has had a dating rumour about them at least once. It was something their management would prepare for- disaster control of some sorts. And your manager had once joked about how it was surprising you’d never gotten a dating scandal yet, already so far into your debut.  It was the fact that you were always so shy and meek, so polite with everyone you met, always within boundaries and keeping your eyes to yourself.

Your manager’s joke would come back to bite everyone in the ass.

It started when ENHYPEN’s Niki, Jay and Sunghoon came onto your variety show. 

You’d filmed it on a rainy Thursday afternoon, squeezed between rehearsals and a sponsorship shoot. The energy had been light. Familiar. You’d run into ENHYPEN plenty of times before- award shows, shared green rooms, occasional company dinners- and though you weren’t close, there was a mutual comfort. Enough for laughs. Enough for easy conversation.

You talked about their recent comeback, their tour schedule, and the way the internet never seemed to stop talking about them. Standard questions, standard reactions. You joked about age, how Jay and Sunghoon were basically old men next to you and Niki. You asked about movies, and the answers were chaotic in the way that only idols with too little sleep and too much media training could be.

And then came the main event: the outfit.

Jay and Sunghoon had been on a mission to ruin you- stylistically, at least. Loud prints, absurd layering, glitter where glitter didn’t belong. All in good fun. The kind of bit that played well on camera and made the editors' jobs easier.

But Niki? He surprised everyone.

“No, no,” Niki said, voice firm but light as Jay waved around the feather blazer and Sunghoon insisted on pairing it with glitter boots. “She has a fansigning. Don’t you think she should feel confident?”

Jay blinked at him. “Since when do you care about confidence? Didn’t you make Jungwon wear socks with sandals once?”

“That was different,” Niki replied. “She’s alone. No group to back her up. She needs to own the room.”

The same Niki known for his pranks and deadpan sarcasm stood there calmly, adjusting hangers and suggesting neutral tones, subtle accessories, respectful silhouettes. It was odd. Not uncomfortable- just… unexpected. The usual culprit of chaos, the youngest prankster, was suddenly... sweet? Respectful? Calm?

No one laughed. Because no one quite knew what to make of it.

The management noticed first. Not just yours, others as well. The ones who stood behind the cameras and barely blinked, the ones who didn’t say much but noticed everything. And they didn’t miss the way Niki had looked at you- not flirtatiously, not overtly. Just… differently, focused, controlled; his tone low and even, his words deliberate.

And then, the whispering began.

It wasn’t malicious, at first. Just hallway noise- the kind that filled the space between rehearsals and late-night meal breaks. Idle speculation that came out of boredom more than belief. But it was enough to shift something. A few too many glances exchanged backstage. A few too many questions buried inside jokes.

The rumour was that maybe the youngest of ENHYPEN had taken a liking to you. That maybe something had sparked. That maybe, quietly, the two of you had started… something.

You hadn’t.

You hadn’t even seen him since the filming ended. There had been no texts, no run-ins. Just silence, like every other guest once the cameras stopped rolling.

But it didn’t matter.

The story had already formed. Not outside, not online- yet. But within, inside the walls of the building, passed between stylists and choreographers, echoed in shared elevators and passed notes. It was a story being crafted where there wasn’t one to begin with.

And if it ever left the building? If someone from the inside decided to push it forward?

It wouldn’t just be a rumor anymore. It would be damage control. For you. For him. For everyone in between.

But for now, it was still just noise. High school gossip in expensive clothing. Quiet enough to ignore. Loud enough to linger.

Nothing really changed.

No one treated you differently. No warnings from management. No tense meetings. No cryptic text from your label. The world kept spinning. You went to work. Filmed another pilot. Ate cafeteria tteokbokki with your team and nodded along in meetings where no one really listened. The rumour, whatever it was, stayed tucked behind other, louder things.

You almost forgot about it.

Almost.

Until you ran into Yuna from ITZY in the hallway one evening, both of you ducking out of practice rooms for water, bowing politely at each other. You’d known her a while- similar schedules, adjacent debut timelines. She was a kid, a familiar, older face.

“Hey Y/N,” she said lightly. “Didn’t know you and Niki were close.”

You blinked. “We’re not.”

“Oh.” She blinked back, all wide eyes and casual curiosity. “Oh, it’s just people were saying... never mind.”

She waved it off, already turning toward the self-checkout, but the question stayed with you like static. You barely remembered what you'd bought. You just kept replaying that moment over and over. Didn’t know you and Niki were close. Like it was a fact. Like you were the last person to hear it.

It didn’t mean anything. Not really.

But then came the elevator.

It was a rainy Monday, and you were late. Wet hair, damp hoodie, earbuds half-falling out as you rushed through the HYBE lobby. You hit the elevator button without thinking, checking your phone, trying to remember if you’d missed any rehearsals.

The doors opened.

Niki was already inside. His hair was damp, likely from practice, skin dewy and flushed. He wore a zip-up jacket with the ENHYPEN logo barely visible on the sleeve and headphones dangling around his neck. He blinked at you once, like even he hadn’t expected this timing. Then he nodded, quiet, and stepped in.

The elevator doors sealed shut.

Silence.

You were both good at this. Being quiet. Being still. The kind of stillness that idols learned to perfect in packed rooms, in interviews where every word was potential headline bait. You focused on the glowing numbers overhead. B3. B2. B1.

He pulled out one earbud. “You’ve been busy.”

You shrugged. “Kind of. You too?”

“Yeah.”

More silence. More air between you than the square footage allowed.

Then, he looked over.

“Did someone say something to you?”

You turned, slowly. “What?”

“About me,” he said. “Or... about us.”

Your stomach dropped, just slightly. “Someone mentioned it.”

He nodded like he already knew. “Yuna?”

You exhaled. “Yeah.”

Another beat. The elevator dinged. Floor 6.

Neither of you moved.

Niki leaned in slightly, hands in his pockets. “It’s weird,” he said, voice low. “People talk like they know things. Like eye contact means something.”

You didn’t respond. Because what could you say?

And then, as the doors opened again, he added, “For the record, I haven’t seen you since that episode because of my schedule. Not because of the rumour.”

You didn’t reply, and he didn’t wait for one. He stepped out and the doors started to close. He stared at you, the way your expression shifted at his words- that maybe you weren’t overthinking this. And you stared back, the way his hair fell over his face, the way his lips stretched into something mischievous, that sparkle in his eyes.

But just before the elevator shut completely, he chuckled again. “And maybe I did want you to notice.”

A week had passed. Rehearsals, fansigns, photoshoots- the usual blur of idol life. Everything was routine. But somewhere in between, your mind kept returning to that brief elevator conversation. The way he looked at you, the way his words hung in the air. You tried to push it aside, but it lingered, like an unfinished song.

Today, you were running late again. A tight schedule, another packed day. As you hurried through the halls of HYBE, eyes on the clock, you found yourself almost at the elevator before you realized- Niki was already inside.

The doors were halfway shut when you spotted him. You paused for just a second.

He looked... different. Not in a big way, but enough to make you notice. His usual headphones were absent, and his hoodie was replaced by a simple black jacket. No flashy logos or branding, just the unbothered, effortless cool he seemed to exude.

He looked up when he heard your footsteps. The second your eyes met, something shifted. It was subtle, but it was there- a shift in the air between you, something unspoken, but not unfamiliar.

You stepped forward, the doors now fully open.

"Running late?" Niki asked, his voice casual, but with a certain warmth you couldn’t quite place.

You nodded. "Yeah, it’s been a long day."

He gave a small, understanding smile. "Yeah, same. Can’t catch a break."

For a moment, there was that comfortable, almost too familiar silence. You stood beside him, both of you staring ahead as the elevator descended. The usual routine, except this time... it felt different.

Then, without warning, Niki glanced over. “You know,” he began, his voice quieter now, “I meant what I said the other day. About noticing you.”

Your heart skipped just a little. He said it so nonchalantly, but it was loaded with a kind of intent that made your breath catch in your throat.

You didn’t know how to respond. So you didn’t. Instead, you met his gaze again, searching for something.

Another moment of silence.

He didn’t seem to mind it, though. Instead, his lips curved slightly, and he leaned back against the elevator wall, giving you a relaxed, almost teasing look.

"You seem like you’re always in a hurry," he said after a beat, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Maybe we should slow down sometime. Talk outside of elevators."

The suggestion was casual, light, but there was an undeniable weight to it.

The elevator doors dinged open to the next floor, but neither of you moved.

Niki took a small step back, clearly ready to leave, but before he could turn, he shot you one last look- something warm, something more than just a glance.

"Think about it," he said, voice a little lower now, a little more sincere.

And then, with a nod, he was gone- his footsteps fading down the hallway, leaving you standing there, the air between you still heavy with something unspoken.

You didn’t expect to see him again so soon.

It was another hectic afternoon, and you were grabbing a quick snack before heading to your next rehearsal. As you walked through the cafeteria, scanning the crowded tables for an empty spot, you saw him. Niki, sitting alone, his usual relaxed air about him. He was playing with his phone, earbuds in, but the second he caught sight of you, his eyes lit up, and he lifted a hand in acknowledgment.

“Hey,” he said, his voice casual, but there was an edge to it- an eagerness you hadn’t expected. “You came.”

You hesitated for just a moment. It wasn’t that you’d forgotten about his suggestion, but something about being here, actually sitting across from him, made it all feel more real. You nodded, making your way over to his table.

You sat down slowly, feeling the weight of the moment, like it was one of those rare, unspoken decisions in life that changed things, even if you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“I didn’t think you’d actually show up,” Niki said, grinning. "But I’m glad you did."

You chuckled softly, adjusting your drink in front of you. “I wasn’t sure myself. But you seemed... serious.”

“I am.” His smile softened, and for a moment, he looked more... himself. The mask of idol life was gone, replaced by the guy who liked to play games, listen to music, and maybe- just maybe- wanted to see you more than as just a colleague.

You both took a few moments to settle into a quiet, but comfortable rhythm. The usual banter started up, but it was different this time- less forced. There was a strange kind of honesty in his words that made you wonder if he was starting to let his guard down, too.

“So,” Niki said, breaking the silence between bites of his food, “what’s the real reason you agreed to come sit with me?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think I need a reason?”

He shrugged, looking like he was trying to figure you out. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just wondering what you’re thinking. You’re not exactly the type to go for small talk.”

You set your cup down, choosing your words carefully. “Maybe I’m just tired of running into you in elevators.”

His eyes twinkled at that. “So you came here to escape the elevators?”

“Maybe,” you replied, your lips curving into a smile. “Or maybe just to see if you’re as good at talking outside of them.”

His expression shifted for a moment, something unreadable crossing his face. Then, he chuckled softly. “I think you’ll find I’m better in person.”

You didn’t know why, but the way he said it felt... different. As if he wasn’t just making a joke, but giving you a glimpse of something beneath the surface.

Before you could reply, the sound of footsteps approached the table. Neither of you looked up immediately, but you both knew who it was. Someone from the team- probably coming to pull you back into the chaos of schedules and rehearsals.

But as they came closer, Niki glanced at you with a small grin, his eyes lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.

"Next time," he said, standing up as the person reached the table, “we can skip the cafeteria. Just you and me. Somewhere quieter.”

You watched him walk away, his words echoing in your head. You hadn’t expected this meeting to be anything more than casual, but now... you weren’t so sure.

A lot of people on the internet loved speculating about the idol life and you liked reading it as entertainment. There were netizens that were convinced that no way some of the most attractive people in the country are single, obviously they’re all dating, we just don’t know it. You laughed at it because, well… you didn’t exactly know the answer to it. And perhaps it was due to your introversion. 

You didn’t know if some of your friends were dating. And even if they were, it was definitely in secret because if the company found out, they were pretty much dead meat. And you yourself had never really experienced it. No one had ever approached you for a date or for any romantic interest.

Well, that is, not until Niki came along.

Nishimura Riki, he told you to call him that- Riki. Because Niki felt too fake, felt too impersonal. Behind closed doors, even his members called him Riki. 

“Is Niki meant to be a persona?” You’d asked him.

“What do you mean?” He asked with puzzled eyes. 

“Niki as in… the fake ass emo kid. And then there’s Riki with all the embarrassing pictures from pre-debut,” you couldn't help but laugh.

Niki rolled his eyes, hanging head low as he tutted. Then he looked at you, kicking your feet from under the table. “I forget how much you know about me… being a host for your own variety show and all.”

“I saw the interview with DOPE CLUB, by the way,” you continued laughing but Niki was annoyed that he couldn’t see your mouth behind the mask you wore. It was just your eyes he had access to. “The strawberry underwear…” you choked on your laughter.

Niki grinned but you probably couldn’t see. He was wearing a mask too. But the glint in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. “Keeping tabs on me already, huh?”

And you looked to your side, gaze shying away from him.

This was the third time the pair of you met outside of the HYBE building, disguising yourselves in layers of clothes just to sit in a cafe somewhere and talk. And for the most part, you liked it- you liked the pace, the slowness and steadiness of it all. You liked that both of you knew exactly where this was going but chose to take it a day at a time, anyway. He said it was important for him to know you, and that it was important that you got to know him. 

And you did- for the most part, you did. You learnt about his hopes, his dreams, his worries and everything in between. And in his stories, you learnt more about the rest of his members. But a part of you hoped for more- it was a naive, childish wish. You wanted to be able to see his face, his expressions, his teeth when he smiled or the weight in his brows. But you could only see his eyes which were sometimes covered by his hat or his bangs. It was almost frustrating, that during work, all you could offer each other was a nod of acknowledgement and a glint of yearning and when you were alone, you could barely see him.

But you would never admit that to him. You were too scared, too shy and too wary of the predicament of it all.

Niki, on the other hand, was basking in the light of your company. And perhaps people around him noticed it- well, his members did, at least. They saw the way he’d sneak off to restaurants without telling them (which as unusual because he was always pestering one of them to buy him food), and they saw the way he was on his phone more often than usual, and the saw the way his eyes lit up when Sunoo would play one of your songs in the car.

It was obvious, too obvious. And it wasn’t that his Hyungs were against love… it was just that it was too risky.

“You’ve gotta be careful, Riki,” Jay said to him one night over dinner while everyones chopsticks moved awkwardly, hovering over the topic they all wanted to talk about.

“I am being careful,” he grumbled, hanging his head low and rolling his eyes.

“Do you realise what will happen if you get caught?” Jungwon said, voice almost threatening- he was the leader, afterall. It was his job to keep his members in check.

“This is dangerous. You’re so young… young love can be reckless,” Sunghoon chimed in as though he had all the experience on earth about love.

“Are you sure this is worth it?” Jake continued, pointing his chopsticks at him.

“Guys,” Heeseung sighed, clapping his hand over Niki’s back. “Cut him some slack. If you think about it, he’s really lucky he’s even found someone to feel this way over.”

Niki was surprised by the way his oldest Hyung was defending him- but he didn’t react. He simply fell quiet.

“It’s a bit harsh to say love isn’t worth it,” Sunoo said to Jake. “You’re gonna hurt his feelings.”

“It’s better than getting in trouble,” Jake defended.

And as his Hyungs found their way into an argument, Niki couldn’t help the anger and annoyance that bubbled in him. He knew they were just looking out for him and they knew they were only saying all this because they cared about him. And to be honest, if another member was in the same situation as him, Niki would probably tell them to be careful as well. But most of his Hyungs didn’t care much about feelings- it was always about the rules and logic and the best thing to do. 

It seemed criminal to Niki, to look at you like you were a decision to be made over logic

He simply wanted to follow his heart.

“But I really like her,” he whispered and his voice was almost inaudible, easily drowning in the others’ voices. 

But they all heard him. And the table ceased into silence.

It started with a joke.

A joke about how the two of you were basically spies- cloaked and masked, passing coded messages, scheduling rendezvous in tucked-away cafés and back entrances. You’d laughed about it, brushing the idea off like it wasn’t starting to wear on you. The secrecy was necessary, but exhausting. And somehow, the more time you spent with Niki, the more suffocating the masks felt.

So when he said, half-joking, “Let’s get a hotel room next time. Somewhere we can actually breathe,” you’d rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead- but you didn’t say no.

And that’s how you ended up here, hours later, in a dimly lit hotel room in the quiet part of town- no cameras, no curious eyes, no managers on call. Just you, Niki, and the slow humming silence between you.

You stood by the window first, arms crossed loosely over your chest as the city glowed outside. From this far up, it all looked gentle- like the world had quieted just for the two of you.

Behind you, he was taking off his hoodie, shaking out his hair.

You turned when you heard the soft thud of fabric hitting the floor, and for the first time, you saw him- really saw him. No cap tugged low, no mask, no layers of fabric hiding the sharp lines of his jaw or the soft curve of his mouth.

It was Niki. Just Riki.

And he was beautiful in a way that felt almost fragile in the quiet.

He blinked at you, unsure for a second, like maybe he was waiting for your reaction. You swallowed.

“Seeing you like this feels so different,” you said, voice almost a whisper.

He laughed, low and quiet, rubbing the back of his neck. “Do I look disappointing?”

You shook your head, stepping closer. “You look… like you.”

A beat. Then he looked up at you- really looked- and for a long moment, neither of you said anything. You just stared, like this was a kind of discovery. Like you’d uncovered something sacred.

“Your turn,” he said gently.

You hesitated, then peeled off your cap and tugged the mask down from your face. You suddenly felt bare, like being seen would split you open.

But Niki stepped closer.

He didn’t say anything dramatic or poetic. He just said, softly, “Hi.”

And you smiled. “Hi.”

You didn’t remember who leaned in first- maybe it was him, maybe it was you- but soon your foreheads were pressed together, breath mingling between you. There was no urgency, no rush. Just warmth.

His hand found yours.

“You make me nervous,” he murmured.

You looked up at him. “Why?”

He shrugged, thumb brushing your knuckles. “Because… this feels real. And I’m not used to real things lasting.”

You opened your mouth to respond but couldn’t find the right words. So instead, you stepped forward and hugged him.

He held you back like he’d been waiting to do it forever.

It was the kind of embrace that said everything your mouths were too shy to admit. The kind of closeness that made time stall. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest. 

And then he pulled back just enough to look at you again- and he kissed you.

It was soft at first, really gentle. A question more than a declaration. But when you didn’t pull away, his fingers found the side of your face, and he kissed you again- deeper this time.

It wasn’t just physical. It felt like trust.

Your hands moved on their own- sliding up to his shoulders, burying into the fabric of his shirt. He smiled against your mouth and leaned into you like gravity was tugging him forward.

And then you both started laughing. Quiet, breathless laughter against each other’s mouths.

“This is crazy,” you whispered.

“I know.”

“But I don’t want to stop.”

He looked at you like you’d given him permission to breathe.

“Neither do I.”

“We kissed,” Niki shut the door behind him faster than he’d pushed Jay into his room.

“What?” Jay blinked, struggling to comprehend.

“We kissed- like, solid, made out,” Niki breathed and carded his hands through his hair. Suddenly he couldn’t look at his Hyung anymore, a bit embarrassed. His cheeks turned red.

“You kissed?” Jay blinked again, mouth hanging agape. His thin lips curled into surprise, then disbelief, followed by confusion. “What?”

“We booked out a hotel room-”

“You what?”

Niki immediately regretted the way he phrased it, immediately letting his hands fly in front of him in defense. “No, no, it’s not like that-”

“Do you have absolutely any idea how inappropriate this is Nishimura Riki?” Jay started- and his scolding didn’t stop. He pointed his finger at Niki in a warning- he was actually scary this time. “Do you have any idea what will happen if the management finds out? Fuck that, when your parents find out this siw ho you’ve become, booking out hotel rooms for girls, they’re gonna whoop your ass-”

“It’s not like that!” Niki yelled, almost whined. “I’m not taking advantage of her here- I’m being serious, Hyung. I really like this girl.”

At that, Jay closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a ragged breath. “What’s your plan, Niki?”

Niki’s eyes lit up, hope building in his chest. Because, even if it was one Hyung, it meant there was some sort of support he was receiving right? And perhaps Jay could convince the rest of the members to help him out- take pity on him, the youngest, to maybe get the girl and keep her in secret.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I’m gonna do everything in my power to make this work.”

“Alright,” Jay sighed again.

Just then, Jake entered the room, unbeknownst to the conversation happening. He was holding a sweater in his hand, one that belonged to Niki. “You left this in my room- oh,” he looked between the two, wide eyed and surprised. “Am I disturbing something?”

Niki shook his head violently. “No-”

“It’s about Y/N, don’t worry,” Jay rolled his eyes. 

Niki groaned.

Jake’s eyes widened further. “What now?”

“They kissed,” Jay said.

“Hyung-”

“And he’s whipped.”

Jake chuckled. “You’re sure about this?” He asked, gaze fixed on Niki. Jake Hyung was usually the funny one, always light hearted but he had his moments where he took charge- made the decisions, weighed the pros and cons.

“Yes,” Niki raised his chin firmly.

“Alright.”

“Guess what?” Niki came running to you in excitement, finally catching sight of you near the cafe you agreed to visit. 

You google at his enthusiasm. “What?”

“I told my members.”

You froze, staring at the boy in front of you- the boy who was towering over you, bending his neck to hear you better, a smile spread behind his mask. “What?”

“I told them,” he said. “About us.”

You blinked. “What… what did they say?”

“A lot,” Niki nodded. “All their MBTI is type T except for Sunoo Hyung. They were all scared and concerned-”

“Very valid.”

“But I want you, Y/N,” he sighed, almost like it was prayer. “I want this- I think… I think this- you and I- it means something bigger.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

[dollyswishingwell]

Hiii

I thought abt the housewife series and I was like

What if reader says in frustration to their lads guy "i hate my period sm. Can you just impregnate me?" As a joke 😭

But did they take that as a joke? Up to you hehe

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Impregnate me

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff, crack lowkey

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ You were just joking

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

- He gasps dramatically and almost drops the hot water bottle he was bringing you.

- “You’d let me get you pregnant? Now? Like this? While you’re fragile and extra clingy?”

- He climbs onto the couch and straddles you, pressing kisses to your forehead, cheeks, belly, “I knew you’d come around! Our baby’s going to be so cute, I’ll sculpt her crib from ivory seashells!”

- You blink. “Raffy, I was joking. I’m literally in pain.”

- “Pain from not being knocked up, clearly.” He throws a blanket over both of you and starts plotting a pregnancy announcement on his sketchpad.

-He’s annoying. He keeps whispering, “mama of my baby” while feeding you snacks like you’re already pregnant.

- He asks the movers to clear out the biggest guest room. “For a nursery. Just in case.”

- He’ll 100% ask if he can still impregnate you “just emotionally” while you’re on your period, “like symbolically?”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

- He freezes mid-action, eyes flicking to you from where he’s mixing your raspberry leaf tea.

- “…Is that what you want?” he asks in his Doctor Voice™, like he’s about to start IVF prep in the kitchen.

- You scoff and wave him off “Zaynie please I’m bloated and evil right now, I was kidding.”

- He doesn’t laugh. He kneels beside you and presses a hand against your lower abdomen like he’s already examining the womb he’s going to claim.

- That night he’s… insanely gentle with you, massaging your stomach, kissing your thighs, rubbing your back.

- But later in his office? He’s researching optimal fertility windows, prenatal plans, and baby-safe supplements for you, already planning the softest maternity leave ever for his spoiled housewife.

- You joke again the next day, and he’s like, “Don’t play with me like that. I will give you a baby.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

- He pauses, blinking slowly like an alien processing new data.

- “You… want to be pregnant?” he asks softly, tilting his head.

- You shrug. “No, I mean—yes? I don’t know? I’m just in pain and stupid. Ignore me.”

- He doesn’t. He lies beside you and cradles you with quiet, intense affection like you just made a vow.

- “If that’s truly your wish,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Then I will give you a child who will never suffer, who will always know love.”

- Suddenly he’s drawing out names, asking things like: “Would she look like you? Would she wear little star ribbons?”

- You fall asleep from cramps and when you wake up he’s spooning you from behind, his hand over your stomach like he’s already protecting it.

- You’ll never joke about it again, because you’re pretty sure he’s already manifested a spiritual fetus into existence with how much he believes in you.

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

- He gives you a slow, dangerous smile.

- “Finally,” he murmurs, setting down the glass of wine he’d just poured you. “I’ve been waiting for you to beg.”

- You gape. “I didn’t beg—”

- “You said impregnate you. That’s as close to begging as you get, sweetheart.”

- He immediately cancels his upcoming trip to the Dubai armory and tells his second-in-command he’s going to be… busy.

- Starts prepping one of the guest suites into a command center–slash–nursery.

- When you try to brush it off as a joke, he just hums and strokes your cheek. “That’s alright, sweetheart. You don’t need to mean it. I do.”

- Every time he touches you after that, it’s with possessive intensity like he’s claiming a future, low whispers of, “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. You’re mine, mother of my heir.”

- Period? What period? Your husband is too busy plotting dynasties.

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

- “What?” He whips around so fast his military jacket flares.

- He stares at you, eyes wide, and suddenly you realize how easily this man could make it happen.

- “W-Wait, I was just being dramatic,” you squeak.

- “You don’t joke about things like that, pipsqueak.” He scoops you up bridal-style and carries you straight to the bedroom.

- He wraps you in soft blankets, puts you on bed rest (even though it’s just your period), and spoons you while whispering softly about your future daughter.

- “She’ll look just like you. No missions for you after that, you’ll stay here. Safe. Mine.”

- He messages a Farspace geneticist. Just in case.

- Two days later he’s hand-building a tiny cradle in the living room and teaching you how to hold a plushie “like it’s a baby.”

- You try to say it was a joke again and he kisses you quiet. “You’ll give me a baby. You said so. And Gege always remembers.”

[stargirlygirl]

you walk out on him

zayne x fem!reader

⭑.ᐟ part two

summary: it's been one week since you walked out on zayne. both of you have been silent. cue your surprise when you get a knock at the door late at night from your ex-boyfriend.

contains: hurt comfort, angst, suggestive in text messages, zayne apologises and professes his love for you, 2.1k words

pt.1

One week.

It’s been one week since Zayne laid those sharp, hazel eyes on you, and he’s going insane. At first, he was feeling pretty confident. You were upset and needed some space. Surely, you would message him sometime that day, asking to discuss things.

Wrong.

The second day, Zayne was still feeling confident, albeit less confident than yesterday. Leaving the apartment that morning, he notices you forgot your favourite necklace— the necklace he bought you for your one-year anniversary. Surely, you would be around to pick it up, and he would somehow catch you in the act.

Also wrong.

When he came home around 11pm that night, your necklace was still sitting on the dresser. To Zayne, the diamond looks slightly dull, or maybe that’s his teary foggy eyes. He resolves to have it cleaned tomorrow.

By day three, Zayne’s confidence in you returning is non-existent. Still no word from you, his mind races over all of the mistakes he’s made these past few months leading to this hiccup in your relationship. Looking back, it’s so fucking obvious. Not texting you daily, not taking days off, never telling you when he would be home, and not giving you his full attention even when he was at home. And it wasn’t solely because he was busy or tired. It was because he thought you could bear it.

Being a cardiac surgeon isn’t for the weak. Choosing this profession, he’s had to put much of his personal life on the back burner, especially when his work schedule got even busier than usual. But over the years, he’s learnt to grit his teeth and bear it. He enjoys it even. But why did he expect the same of you?

For the first time in Zayne’s life, he succumbs to temptation and tries his first energy drink. It tastes like medicine, grating and sour to the tongue. But nothing can compare to the flavour of your absence. Unable to sleep for the past several nights, he treks down to his local gas station and buys the canned arsenic.

Once the cardiologist gets home, he pops the tag and takes a sip. Recoiling with disgust, he finds the willpower to finish the 200 mL of poison. And now, he can’t sleep. The caffeine keeps him up well into the early hours of the morning, fuelling his attempts to type out an apology message.

I’m so sorry, darling. I want to make things right between us—

“No,” he groans, pressing ‘backspace’ with his pointer finger so hard he could crack the phone screen.

I’m so sorry, darling. I miss you terr—

My sincerest apolog—

I know that I’ve hurt you very deeply, my love. But if you’d be willing to give me another chance, I’d like to make things right between us.

Huffing, he deletes the message and throws his phone on his bed before heading to the bathroom to get ready for work.

As it hits Friday, one week after you left, Zayne is feeling confident. Confident that he can’t go on without you anymore. The energy drink catches up to him, and he almost falls asleep mid-consult. Finishing off with the patient, he has the rest of his appointments cancelled and dozes off in his office.

When he wakes, night has fallen. Gathering his bag and coat, he books it to his car and clicks ‘Start Route’ on his Audi’s GPS to Tara’s apartment complex. Once parked, he takes the elevator up to her apartment, mentally rehearsing everything he’s been meaning to say to you this past week.

…˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚…

You’re halfway through the new episode of your show when there’s a knock at the front door. It’s just you tonight, seeing as Tara’s out on a mission for the next couple of days. Throwing off your blanket, you stalk to the front door and stand on your tippy-toes to glance through the peephole.

“Go away, Zayne,” you grumble through the door.

He shifts closer, one hand on the wood as he declares, “No. I’m not going anywhere.” Groaning, you flip the lock and swing the door half open. He’s close, towering over you with dopey, wide eyes, which rake over your figure. You’re in his shirt, the sleeves rolled back and v-neck hanging off one shoulder. His gaze darts up to yours.

You sigh, “What is it?” Zayne steps back, putting some distance between you as he clears his throat.

“I’d like to talk,” he says clinically.

“Talk?” You bite back. “About what?”

“About us.”

You scoff, “I’m surprised you have the time. Don’t you have some emergency surgery to attend to?”

He shakes his head, saying firmly, “I took the night off.”

“Wow,” you say sarcastically. “Your first night off in months, and you choose to spend it with me. How thoughtful.” You roll your eyes, the pettiness bubbling up to the surface.

“Y/n.” Looking back at your boyfriend(? ex-boyfriend?), you take note of the knot in his brow. His scent wafts over to you, a mix of sweets, sweat, and… was that a Red Bull?

He sighs, “You have every right to still be angry with me after how I neglected you. But please, will you give me the chance to fix things between us?” You stare at him, thinking over his words. You’re about to respond when you notice the resident gym rat trying to sneak past. Reaching out, you grab Zayne’s forearm and tug him closer to you.

“Sorry,” you call past him.

Your neighbour mutters, “It’s fine,” as they dash off to their apartment. Hearing the click of their door, you release Zayne’s arm.

Gazing up, you huff, “Come in.” You push the door open wider with your back, standing against it and trying to make yourself smaller as the surgeon slips past you. It’s cosy inside: soft halogens, a warm vanilla candle going, and the low hum of your tv show.

“Take a seat,” you instruct, pointing to the couch. Leaving his shoes by the door, Zayne does as he’s told. His sleepy eyes are glued to you as you sit across from him, the too-big shirt sliding further down your shoulder. You must have recently showered, he thinks. Your skin is positively radiant and looks so smooth. The urge to touch you is unbearable, but he bears it. As long as he gets to speak to you, he’ll do anything.

“My eyes are up here,” you snap.

“Right,” he says quietly, heat rising to the tips of his ears. His heart rate accelerates as you two sit in almost silence for a minute.

Finally, Zayne apologises, “I’m sorry for ignoring you, darling.” Ooo, strike one. Your brow raises, and your eyes dart up and down his frame from the pet name. Fuck, no more pet names, he reprimands himself.

“You mean everything to me, and I was— I am— an awful partner for not reminding you of that every day,” he continues. Strike two. Bold of him to assume you’re still together. Not that you aren’t. You didn’t consider the sticky situation you would create for future you by walking out on him. But you appreciate his sentiment.

“I wish that I had taken the initiative to contact you earlier, and reassure you of your importance to me despite my busy schedule.” You nod, starting to like what you’re hearing. But by no means is he off the hook.

He sighs, “I took you for granted. Not because you’re not important. But I thought we could handle it. I thought you could handle my absence.” Strike three.

“What’re you saying?” You ask, your forehead creased and mouth twisted into a pout.

Zayne mumbles beneath his breath, “Fuck.” Pushing up his glasses, he clarifies, “What I mean to say is that I was ignorant of your needs, and my duties as your partner to fulfil those needs. I was unaware that you needed me to be more present in our relationship. And I was unaware of the toll my neglect took on you.” Better.

You prompt, “And so what’re you going to do about it? When it gets really busy, how are you going to make time for us?”

“Well,” he starts. “I’m going to communicate to you around what time I’ll be getting home, and make sure that if that changes, then I let you know. I’ll take a day off once a week, and we can spend it together. When you visit me at the hospital, I’ll be attentive to you. And if I can’t be, then I’ll tell you.” You hum, approving of his answer.

Zayne sighs, “But, I need you to communicate to me when you’re feeling dissatisfied in our relationship. If I’m very busy, then I want you to do whatever it takes to make me listen to you.” You chuckle. It’s short and soft, but it reinvigorates him the way an energy drink can’t.

“Whatever it takes?” You muse, your arms crossed underneath your chest, loosening.

He nods, “Yes. Grab me by the collar and give me an earful if you have to. Whatever you have to say to me, I want to hear it.” You gaze at him for a long moment, weighing up his apology and your pain. Your heart thumps in your chest, and your hands are becoming sweaty.

You pose the final question: “Why didn’t you come after me sooner? It’s been a whole week.”

Zayne avoids your eyes as he murmurs, “I… needed time to collect my thoughts as I’m sure you did.” He pauses before meeting your gaze.

“I love you, Y/n. I will always love you,” he states like it’s a fact and not a feeling. Like the only thing he’s sure of in this lifetime is his love for you.

Sighing, you slowly rise from the sofa opposite him. Stepping around the coffee table, you stand in front of him. He stares up at you, analysing all of the emotions in your eyes. They’re much gentler now.

He breathes out shakily, “Did I pass?” You smirk and run your hands through his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly and eliciting a soft sigh from him.

Zayne raises his hands slowly and reaches out for you tentatively. You give a small nod, urging him to touch you. When his cold fingers caress the back of your thigh, you shiver. They tremble as he palms your warm flesh and presses you into the space between his legs.

You giggle, “You scraped it by only one point.” His eyes almost pop out of his skull, and his jaw slackens— utterly mortified.

“O-one point?” He stutters.

You chuckle, unable to contain yourself, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. By two points at least.” His head dips as he nuzzles your tummy.

He murmurs into his your shirt, “That’s my worst grade yet. Don’t you think you mark too harshly?”

Ruffling his hair, you quip, “No.” Your hands slide down to his shoulders and wrap around the back of his neck. His toned arms encircle your legs as he sighs into your warmth. All of the tension accumulating this past week dissolves beneath your fingertips, and Zayne finds himself rather tired. Yawning, he tenderly kisses your navel through the cotton fabric.

“Where’s Tara?” He asks lazily.

You chirp, “She’s on a mission. Won’t be back until tomorrow night.”

“Mhmm,” he hums. You two remain like that for a few minutes, content to enjoy these tender touches and each other’s presence.

Eventually, Zayne yanks you down onto his lap and cuddles with you. He murmurs sweet apologies in your ear as he strokes your thigh, twirling the hem of your shirt between his fingers. You rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes, your hand on his heart. It beats steadily beneath your palm, a constant reminder that everything will be okay.

At some point, you doze off because when you open your eyes, you’re in Tara’s guest room. Morning sunlight streams through the curtains, and birds chirp in the distance. You stretch and turn your head to the side, eyes searching for a swathe of black hair and pale skin.

There’s no sign of Zayne. Not as you get out of bed and clean yourself up. Not even as you head to the kitchen and boil the kettle. Not until your phone pings.

You grab it, hoping that it’s him. And you grin as you pour boiling water into a mug with a tea bag in it, clicking on his message.

masterlist

a/n: here's part two as requested! hope all of you liked it. i was gonna make him like beg, but i feel like zayne doesn't grovel. i think if it was raf or caleb, they would be on their knees pleading for a second chance, but not zayne.

(almost) every one who asked for a pt.2 - @notsurewhattocallthisblog8888, @schnittled, @ciaradream8, @mystqyy, @syluslittlecrows, @mcdepressed290, @regalillegal, @crimsonsylus, @slimearchon

[bucketbueckers]

STICK AROUND

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

content: language, fluff, slight injury

wc: 2.3k

synopsis: After an arduous year full of ACL recovery, navigating your new yet inexplicably familiar relationship, and falling back in love with Paige Bueckers (not that you ever fell out of love in the first place), Paige is finally cleared and ready to play basketball again for her senior season.

notes: yes this is the same banner. no comments at this time please! this is part 2 to come around, requested by a few anons (sorry i may have deviated from the request a lil bit) & @janaelalfysloml 🫶 i was not expecting the reception CA got - and also!! 1k notes? wtf???? that's actually insane to me, i get on here to yap and procrastinate my homework, i am so blown away by the love and how many of you guys actually like what i write 😭 i love y'all bad! so here is part 2 in honor of CA surpassing 1k notes and my anons and if you're curious - yes flattery gets you everywhere and this is definitely an open invite to keep sending asks. not proofread! i hope you all enjoy this 🫶

tags: @unadulteratedcyclepaper @avvwritesstufff @surferandskater5 @jnkbueckers

The months between August 2022 and November 2023 were full of ups and downs. This is not to say you were miserable – far from it, in fact. Transferring to UConn from UMN was the best decision you’d ever made in your entire life. You’d made more friends, your grades started improving, and you’d truly felt at home in Connecticut, making a name for yourself in some of their student organizations. It would, however, be wrong to neglect the other, considerably important factor in why your life was turning around for the better.

You and Paige were in a much better place – romantically, platonically, in every facet of being each other’s person. Your communication was a lot better. You learned to be a little more direct, to enunciate exactly how you were feeling. Paige learned patience, which is honestly a miracle in and of itself; she learned that it’s not her sole responsibility to try to protect you from outside noise or make whatever decision is best for you. The both of you had good intentions, but sometimes it’s really easy for those good intentions to get swept up in chaos and unravel before you. The both of you had to remember that you’re not just girlfriends, but you’re partners, too – you’re a team.

The year��s ups and downs weren’t on the two of you. You and Paige had “learning curve” moments as you’d called it, having to sit down and have uncomfortable, vulnerable conversations that left you feeling raw on the inside, but healthier in spite of it. Instead of being on the same page, it was as though you and Paige were the weaving lines and sloping letters, beginning on opposite sides yet meeting in the middle to form words, sentences, stories. You weren’t just there. You were together in a completely new sense, working side-by-side with the sort of ease that comes with fully knowing a person inside and out.

The troubles of the year stemmed more from her knee. Her recovery wasn’t linear. Some days were harder than others and some days were downright hell on earth. It was hardly comparable to the time her high school championship was cancelled due to covid – it was worse. The pain would leave her shuddering in bed, hiccuping through tears and there was only so much you could do. You’d spend countless hours at her side, alternating between the heating pad and the ice pack, helping her swallow her painkillers with water when it got too bad, brushing your fingers through her hair and rambling about everything and nothing to distract her. Once she’d made it out of the post-surgery, pain and soreness phase, her days were full of physical therapy and mental battles that tested the both of you. Some days you didn’t know what to say. Sometimes you wouldn’t say anything at all, letting her cry into your shoulder as you held her. Other days you let her talk for hours on end, entrusting you with the uncomfortable parts of her and the whispered confessions of, “I don’t know how I can trust my body after this.” 

Time was what she needed to heal. The both of you knew that. So, you stuck around, knowing that even if Paige was a mess, injured, struggling mentally and physically, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but with her. As the days turn into weeks and the weeks melt into months, she gets better. You knew she would. Watching that light return to her eyes, getting to see that spring in her step, hearing the way her laughter carried across the room was healing for you, too.

As she healed, you studied. You would spend the majority of your time in bed next to her with your textbook sprawled over your lap, her fingers tracing your skin and her chin hooked over your shoulder as she watched you do homework assignments. Your majors couldn’t have been further apart from each other, so admittedly, your time together was spent with Paige asking, “What the fuck is an electrophile?” and you responding with an endeared fondness, “Electro- means negative, -phile means love, so it’s a chemical species that accepts electrons,” followed by Paige huffing and declaring, “Yeah, you got that – you can be the breadwinner and I’ll be your sexy trophy wife.”

Whether she knew it or not, Paige helped you out a lot with your assignments. She kept your head on straight when your assignments got a little overwhelming and forced you to take a break when you were getting grouchy – “It’s what you did for me,” she would remind you, pressing soothing kisses to your cheeks, and murmuring, “You wanna DoorDash take-out?” (and who were you to say no to that?)

So as time passed, Paige recovered, the both of you healed, and by the time November 2023 rolled around, Paige was fully cleared to play basketball again. She’d been ecstatic for the weeks leading up to it, talking your ear off and dragging you to the gym with her even though the two of you fooled around more than she got her shots in. Her happiness was infectious – that was what mattered to you. You knew that she worked hard to get into UConn but you also knew she worked even harder to recover from the kind of injury that tests the resilience of many athletes.

The night before their home opener against Dayton, she revives an age-old tradition that you’d spent years missing. She takes you to Dairy Queen, shooting you an exasperated look over the center console as you teasingly pressed your card into her hand. She pays – she always does – driving off with her ice cream in the cupholder as she focuses on the road and you offer her spoonfuls of the same flavor you’d been ordering since you were both seventeen. Paige serenades you at the red lights, holding your hands and belting out off-key renditions of Keyshia Cole – because that hadn’t changed over the years, either. And when she finally pulls into a secluded parking lot, nothing but the moon and the crickets as your only witness, the two of you joke and ramble and flirt for what only feels minutes but are actually hours.

She still reserves that last bite of ice cream for you, guiding her spoon to your mouth and kissing the remnants off of your lips, relishing in the way your laughter reverberates throughout her Jeep. Paige tastes like vanilla ice cream and happiness, a lingering flavor that’s intoxicating when it mixes with your strawberry and the love for Paige that you’ve kept safe in your beating heart for years. Some things truly never change at all, you think when she rests her warm palm over your thigh as she adjusts her music (and the playlist she has fittingly titled ‘Freaky ass R&B’ with the heart emoji that she uses only for you). Things evolve, and they get better, and they have a way of surprising you in the best way possible, like when Paige gazes at you as you speak, her expression soft with a realization that sounds like I’m going to love you forever and a matching look in your eyes that looks like Forever sounds perfect.

Par for the course, her eyes start drooping around midnight, her movements fluid and her hands perpetually glued to your skin. The two of you talk for a little while longer until she finally blurts, “I have something for you.”

At that, you can only raise your brow, watching her as she leans into the backseat to grab a rectangular, gift-wrapped box. Panic fills your body at the thought that you may have missed an anniversary, but you remind yourself that it’s only November; your official anniversary wasn’t until late December.

She clears her throat, the nervousness reflected in her eyes, and you can’t help but remember how she asked you to be hers for the first time. You’re not seventeen anymore, nor are you in her stepmom’s Honda Pilot, but you’re both twenty-two living a life that feels both new and familiar, basking in a love that you’ve spent your entire life cherishing.

“You can tell me anything,” you remind her, your tone soft, and that’s enough for the tension to ooze out of her shoulders.

She smiles at you, that same smile from the first time she sat down across from you in junior year AP Lit. “I know,” she murmurs. “I just wanna do this right.” Your expression melts into one of understanding. “When I first convinced you to come to one of my games, I gave you my hoodie. I remember Coach lectured me for an hour straight, ‘cause he was all like, ‘Bueckers, the school pays a lot of money for those sweatshirts, and you lost yours!’” You laugh at her imitation of her high school coach. Her eyes shine a little brighter. “Coach wasn’t stupid. I’m sure he knew what actually happened. It was hard to miss you sittin’ in the student section and cheering me on like every bucket was one you made yourself. But, honestly…I didn’t care. I liked being able to look over and see you wearin’ my name and my number. It made me feel like I wasn’t just your best friend, that I was someone you’d want to…you know, do life with. That one day you’d love me in the way I loved you even though I didn’t know it was love yet.”

“So, you came to more of my games,” she continues. “You wore my hoodie. We’d get ice cream after and we’d talk for hours. I still remember that night I almost kissed you on your porch, that afternoon in your bed when I told you we weren’t so far away, that morning when I finally kissed you in the snow, when I asked you to be my girlfriend.” Paige swallows uncomfortably. “I remember when I broke your heart. I thought I was doing you a favor, but I just hurt the both of us. I missed you for two years but I didn’t think you’d ever want me back. So I hid. But we’d text each other happy birthday, and you’d reach out after I’d injured myself. I didn’t think I deserved your attention after what I did. Then I tore my ACL, and despite everything, you came.”

“You called,” you whisper, like it was the simplest thing in the world – because it was. Your heart beats to a cadence that sounds like the dribbling rhythm of a basketball and you know that Paige’s heart beats in tandem with yours. The two of you were so inexplicably intertwined in the fabric of each other’s lives, each other’s hearts, that it was difficult to discern where you began and she ended, but you knew that you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yeah,” Paige agrees, her eyes shining. “I’on care what it takes, you’re stuck with me this time around. I am never letting you go. You’re my past, present, and my future. Which is why I want you to have this.” She gives you a meaningful look and you begin to unwrap the box. When you take the lid off, you can’t stop the smile from growing on your face as you reach in, wrapping your hands around Paige’s zip-up tracksuit hoodie. It has the Husky logo and it smells just like her. You know it’s the school issued one that she wears everywhere. “It doesn’t have my name or my number on it or anything, but I got a little something embroidered on the inside.” Allowing her to guide you, she pulls back the lapel, and on the left side, directly under the Husky logo that rests over your heart, the words “Not impossible. Not for us” are stitched delicately into the fabric. You feel tears prick at your eyes as you laugh softly. “Coach is gonna kill me,” she muses, “but it’s worth it – especially since you’ll be sitting courtside in my hoodie like we’d always talked about.”

Your lip trembles, but you’re smiling widely. “Paige,” you murmur. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll stick around for my games,” she says softly. “See if I’m still good at this basketball thing after taking a year off.”

Despite yourself, you laugh, placing the hoodie back into the box and wrapping your arms around her neck. Her hands find your hips, her lips pressing into your temple, and you both melt into each other with an overwhelming amount of relief. “You know I’m there,” you say. “Always will be.”

Paige squeezes your waist, pulling back far enough to smile at you before her lips find yours, kissing you with a gentleness and a passion that hasn’t gone away, no matter how long you’ve been together or how long you’ll spend looking for each other. Her kiss feels more like a vow of forever, and when she breaks away, whispering something that sounds like an I love you, you promise the same thing.

(You’re courtside at her home opener, as promised. You watch as Geno shakes his head at Paige when he catches her staring at you, mumbling something about these damn kids, but you know that she doesn’t care and you don’t either. She reserves a spot for you at every game, at every team hangout, in that crevice of her heart that you’d tattooed your name on ages ago. Every day, you fall just a little bit further in love with Paige, and one of the things that you know with an absolute certainty is that you’re spending the rest of your life with her.)

[rosenclaws]

So my birthdays around the bend (next week Saturday) and my sister just slept with the guy I used to like (ik, very messy) so I was wondering if you could write some sort of Wolverine revenge sex story cz I will not be participating in that !

Thanks 😭

a/n: omfg that's insane im so sorry adsfjlk; I got u babes and I hope u can go and celebrate ur birthday and try not to let it ruin ur big day. I hope it's okay I wrote the reader with fem anatomy because I wasn't sure if that's what you wanted. I hope this cheers you up a little bit <3

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, rough sex, unprotected, dirty talk, creampie, fingering

You were certifiably pissed. I mean you had every right to be. You stormed through the mansion and everyone seemed to get out of your way.

"What's wrong with you?" Logan asks, the only one who doesn't seem afraid to poke the bear.

"Fuck off." You grumble. Throwing open the fridge to search for wine or beer or literally anything at this point. Logan rolls his eyes and watches you angrily move things around the fridge.

"Jesus just take it. Looks like you can use it more than I can." He hands you the rest of his beer which you take from his hands. You take a long sip, wiping your lips as you sit on one of the stools by the kitchen counter. The anger slowly dissipating into sadness.

"My sister slept with a guy I used to like." You mumble. Logan raises his eyebrows but stays quiet.

"It's messy I know but like, it just feels like such a betrayal." You were really hurt. I mean of all people it had to be the two of them.

"I was supposed to spend my birthday with my family but I think I'm just going to cancel." You say bitterly.

"That's really shitty." Logan leans on the counter, his arms flexing as he rests his heavy body on the marble.

"You shouldn't cancel your birthday because of her."

"Well what do you think I should do?" You huff.

Celebrating your birthday sounds miserable if you were being honest. Maybe you could just do a small thing here at the mansion but most of your friends were out on a mission right now. You glance at your phone and see a text from your sister. Rolling your eyes you place your phone in your pocket, not wanting to even deal with her right now.

"If I were you, I'd fuck someone else. You know show her that she can't get to you." Logan suggests casually.

You scoff at first, of course Logan would suggest that. That man brings home someone new every time you go to the bar. But...he's not wrong. It's petty yes but you know what, fuck it. You smirk, looking at Logan who narrows his eyes cautiously at you.

"Logan..." You put on your best puppy dog eyes and he just chuckles.

Your sister has always had the hots for Logan. The one time she visited the mansion she couldn't stop talking about how hot he was. Did she have a crush? Who knows but you do know it would be a massive ego blow to her if she knew you were hooking up with the Wolverine.

"Yeah sweetheart." Logan purrs. Logan would be an idiot to not be attracted to you, but relationships weren't really his thing. In the sense that he's bad at them. So keeping things casual is simply just what's best.

"You wanna help me get revenge on my sister?" He smirks and leans closer to your face, his presence is overwhelming as his pretty eyes stare into your own.

"You know what you're asking for? I don't play nice." You shudder at his words. Your legs pressing together without even thinking.

"Neither do I." You whisper back.

Without another word Logan smashes his lips against yours. Groaning into your mouth as he pulls you into him. Your hands brace themselves on his toned chest. The white tank top does little to hide his muscles. With ease he hoists you over his shoulder and carries you to his room.

You're practically buzzing with excitement as he kicks his door open and places you onto his bed. His sheets smell like him and you just want to curl up in the soft fabric. Logan wastes no time in shedding his clothes, pulling tank top over his head and unbuckling his jeans at lighting speed. You lick your lips at the sight of him. Fuck he's like a Greek statue.

"Take em off. Now." He commands and you don't hesitate to obey. Your clothes are thrown without a care somewhere in his room. You'll find them later. Your phone is tossed onto the bedside table before Logan can throw it across the room. He looks ready to pounce. Logan crawls between your legs, his lips sucking on your neck harshly.

"Fuck!" You hiss as he bites down on your collarbone, his tongue coming to soothe the slight pain as he feigns a sad look.

"Sorry sweetheart, just wanna leave a few marks. Right where anyone can see." Oh god you don't even want to think about what your neck will look like after this. Though you quite liked the idea of showing them off. A reminder of the amazing sex you're about to have with Logan.

"Normally I'd take my time with a someone as pretty as you." He purrs. His lips tracing down your chest and stomach.

"Start with an appetizer," He spreads your legs as far as they can go.

"And feast until you're screaming my fucking name baby." He slips his fingers inside your warm cunt, groaning at the feeling.

"So fucking wet already? I've barely touched you." His fingers are like magic.

Soft whines are pulled from your lips as he fucks his fingers into you. A rough but steady pace. One that has you going insane. As much as you want to take your time, you need him bad. You want it hot and dirty.

"Logan please, just fuck me already!" You snap, the pleasure twisting in your body is almost unbearable.

"Bossy." Logan teases as he pulls his fingers out of your cunt. Sticking them in his mouth to clean them up.

"I'll have my taste next time." Your heart leaps at next time.

Logan strokes his cock slowly, pressing the tip into your cunt. Fucking hell is he big. With one thrust of his hips he slots himself fully inside. Your back arching as you try and get used to the feeling. Hands clawing at the sheets trying to ground yourself.

"Easy, I got you. Just breathe." Logan whispers in your ear.

His elbows keeping him above you. His words may be sweet but his actions are devastating. His hips pounding you into the mattress. Barely giving you a second to breathe. Your head is in the clouds. Logan pins your wrists to the bed, it's the only thing keeping you grounded to reality.

"Fuck fuck." Logan groans, his tongue sticking out a little as he chases his high. He was right. He doesn't play nice.

"Logan!" You cry as he sits back on his knees, pushing your legs up to fuck you in a new position. You asked him for help and he was going to give you the best fuck of your life.

"That's it baby, can feel you squeezing me real tight." His hands wrap around your thighs, fingers digging into your skin.

"Don't fight it." Logan growls, he can see the way your face twists in pleasure, your body is reacting before you can even think about it.

He's silently begging you to come. He's close and he can feel the animal coming out in him. The pleasure seeping into his bones. Your nails dig into the sheets. Vision going blurry as Logan pulls the most intense orgasm you've ever felt. Your legs shake as pleasure explodes through you.

The feeling of your own orgasm triggers something in Logan. He lets go of your thighs and grabs the headboard. Splintering the wood with his strength. He grunts as he powers his hips recklessly. Chasing his own pleasure with teeth bared and eyes clouded with lust.

"Fuck!" He growls as his hips still. His eyes rolling to the back of his head as he comes inside of you, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"How was that for revenge? Gonna show off my art to her?" Logan asks with a smirk, his fingers tracing the hickeys he left on your skin.

"Maybe..." You mumble.

Logan lays by your side, sitting up with the sheets covering his lower half. You move to rest your head on his chest, his arm coming to rest on around your back. This was meant to be a revenge fuck, something you can rub your sister face in. But you're already craving more. As if the universe was listening you hear your phone ding. Lazily you reach for it. A text from your sister.

Can we talk??

A devilish smirk crosses your face as you open the camera and lift your phone up. Angling it so that she can clearly see the hickeys on your neck and Logan's bare chest.

"Really sweetheart?" Logan asks, amusement in his voice.

"What?" You say innocently. Logan finds it very hot, this side of you is new to him and he likes it.

You type a few words before pressing send.

Sorry! I'm busy 😜

[one attachment sent]

Shutting off your phone and tossing it onto the floor.

"Now," You sit up and crawl on top of Logan, straddling his waist. His hands grab your hips, a curious but interested look on his face.

"Does that super healing of yours work on everything?"

[inc0mple]

Alright chat, the flip flop is free now, I CAN SHARE MY THEORY.

This started as a vague crack theory but it spiralled and now I have tangible evidence and a thought process and have spent the last week going INSANE but most of the theory rests on one stupid detail---namely, the brand of this mysterious keyholder's flip-flop---that I couldn't share until now.

This theory is---and hear me out---

Before he was a key, Buddy was actually a fictional storybook character turned real.

WARNING: Long, only vaguely coherent rambling and Inco going insane.

Okay I know you're like "wtf are you on about" so just. just. just hear me out pls

To understand this theory we need a little bit of context, which means talking about:

The Elephant Book

"The Elephant Book" is an unfinished comic that Punko worked on before Cinderella Boy or Stagtown. It is a story about two characters who learn the secrets of a hidden organization, called Artifax... secrets that have to do with beloved fictional characters who become real because of readers' love for them. I don't want to spoil too much of it, but I highly recommend giving it a read if you like theorizing about Cinderella Boy. You can get it on her store here as an eBook. It got cancelled before the plot could be fully realized, but here's the thing---Punko has said that The Elephant Book informs Cinderella Boy.

This in itself is intruiging, but what is most fascinating to me---and here is where the flip-flop comes in, LMAO---is one particular plot point.

Again, I don't want to give away too much of the Elephant Book because it's a fantastic story. However, it does feature one part about one book character in particular---Alice, from Alice in Wonderland.

A book character who attempted to enter the "real world" through a looking glass---through a mirror.

And if you take a look at this mysterious keyholder's flip-flop...

IT SAYS ALIC[E].

here me out im not insane here me out

This looks like just a normal brand to me, nothing that has any plot significance. So it's important to ask, why then was it included? Why would Punko include a fictional brand as detailing on a random item of clothing... unless maybe, it was a reference? A jaded, non-diegetic callback to another "Alice" from a different, dropped story...

This leads me to believe that this mystery keyholder was once a storybook character, and has since been greeted into the real world.

I don't know how, but one theory I have is that maybe, to avoid a hassle, Ex Libris may take book characters and turn them real with magic to use as henchmen.

HEAR ME OUT

These people would be untracable; they would have no documents or papers, and nobody from the real world would miss them.

Their memories could be erased or modified so that they do not realize this is their history. They could be amnesic, or remember a false previous life before working for Ex Libris.

They would be easier to control because of this. Ex Libris could manipulate them because they would have qualities that would stop them from fitting into normal life; Ex Libris would feel like the only place they "belonged".

If the keys and their magic exists---and we've seen Violet and Buddy have a spell page---why couldn't this magic be plausible?

Now hear me out even more: Buddy used to be one of them.

I HAVE REASONS.

1. Words n stuff

Weird that Buddy only has one name, or that it doesn't seem to match the other keys.

That's---an underwhelming first point. Uh. That's all. Food for thought.

OH AND ALSO, "Ex Libris" means "from the library of". Could be referring to people who work with them being LITERALLY from books.

2. Dialogue

Perhaps this statement is more literal than we thought. Perhaps in Buddy's "home book", he was a villainous character.

Almost like all three of those phrases apply to him.

3. THE MIRRORS GUYS THE MIRRORS OH MY GOD

Buddy has been seen with plenty of mirror symbolism. Particularly in Dreams by Night:

Reflections show story characters, we know this.

But also, when Buddy escapes through the mirror (like Alice through the looking glass, in The Elephant Book)...

THE GLASS IS CURVED.

But we saw the mirror, the mirror is flat. We know the dreams are supposed to be extremely symbollic...

So what if the mirror is meant to symbolize more of a portal, from one world---a fictional world---to a real one?

...okay thats all i have for now that was kinda underwhelming.

I PROMISE IM NOT INSANE I PROMISE IM MORE COHERENT WHEN IM NOT EXHAUSTED LIKE I AM RIGHT NOW

[aftersunsz]

LOVEBUG (SIDNEY CROSBY)

summary: the news finally hit Vivien. . . She’s going to be a mom!

what to expect series

an: this was originally an x reader but i changed it to x oc i’m sorry for the sudden change 😭

September 2016

“When was the first day of your last menstrual period?”

Oh.

Vivien didn’t even remember the exact date. But before she could even give a guess, Sidney had spoke.

“August twenty seventh,” She looked Sidney with a confused expression, he was looking down at his phone. He could feel her stare so he looked up and showed her his text messages from her. “You texted me about getting you more pads.”

“Oh yeah . .” Vivien nodded. “So if my last period was in August, that means our baby is going to born . .”

“May twenty fifth!” The nice nurse, Sara, smiled. She had looked up from the pregnancy calculator wheel to see the new parents looking rather uneasy. Vivien freezes. Sidney’s grip on her hand tightens. The nurse’s smile falters just slightly as she reads their expressions.

“Oh—don’t worry! That’s just an estimate!” she adds quickly. “Babies come early all the time. Could be a week before!”

That does not help.

Sara, thinking they’re just overwhelmed by the moment, gives a little laugh. “I'll step out for a few minutes and give you two some time. I’ll be back in a bit to check vitals.”

She closes the door gently behind her. The silence is instant. Vivien turns her head to Sidney.

Vivien turns her head to Sidney. “May twenty-fifth,” she repeats, voice flat.

Sid rubs a hand down his face. “That’s during playoff season.”

“We have shit timing,” Vivien groaned.

Sid lets out a low whistle. “I mean. We’ve always had bad timing. Remember our first vacation together? We had to cancel our trip because your wisdom teeth started hurting.”

“Don’t remind me!” She playfully pushed his head away. “I still feel bad. I mean we were already at the hotel and that’s when my wisdom teeth decided to say ‘hey, let me ruin this for them!’”

“And don’t forget our honeymoon.” Sidney reminded. Vivien sighed. They had yet to officially go on their honeymoon even though their wedding had taken place in July. Vivien’s parents had fallen sick and her being an only child, she was the one to take care of them. Then came Vivien’s job, which was being a writer for an independent magazine. She would often work late and travel for interviews.

“Now,” He gestures vaguely to her belly. “Playoff baby.”

Vivien groaned yet again and covered her eyes with one hand. “How the hell are we gonna do this?”

Sidney leans down and kisses the back of her hand. “We’ll make it work.”

She stares at him like he’s insane. “You’re way too calm about this.”

“I’m not calm,” he says with a quiet laugh. “I’m terrified. But I’m also really, really excited.”

Vivien's mouth twitches. Her panic eases just a little. “May twenty-fifth,” she whispers again. “Holy shit, we’re going to be parents.”

“I hope she’s like you,” he murmured softly.

Vivien blinked. “She? What makes you think the baby’s a she?”

He shrugged, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t know. I just—feel it. I think I was born to be a girl dad.”

She narrowed her eyes, amused. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning back a little and settling his hand gently on her belly. “I wanna learn how to braid hair. Be the dad who gets emotional at school plays. Paint tiny nails. Threaten teenage boys. Let her know how cool her old man is.” Vivien laughed under her breath, and Sid grinned a little wider.

“And I’m gonna call her Lovebug,” he added, almost too casually.

She blinked. “Lovebug?”

He looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well . . . our baby was made because we love each other . . . ” He raised an eyebrow. “Very much.”

Vivien snorted. “Are you giving me the birds and the bees speech right now?”

He laughed. “I mean . . . when a man and a woman love each other very much—”

“Oh my God, stop,” she groaned through her smile.

“—sometimes they end up having a playoff baby,” he continued anyway, grinning. “And apparently, a lot of women think they’ve got a stomach bug when they’re actually pregnant. So. You know. Lovebug. Sounds kinda cute, right?”

Vivien went quiet for a moment, her heart doing this weird somersault that made her eyes sting. She looked at him—at the man who’d been beside her through everything. Who’d once told her they had all the time in the world. Who now looked at her like she was carrying the whole future in her hands.

She squeezed his hand.

“Sounds perfect.”

Sidney smiled, wide and warm, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“You know this means we’re going to have a baby with us on our honeymoon, right?” Sidney mumbled against her forehead.

“Don’t ruin the moment.”

[sturnsmadl]

babydaddy!chris headcannons!

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, manipulation, mean!chris, toxic relationship, mentions of sex, mentions of violence, money struggles, insults, angst, some fluff.

divider by: @bernardsbendystraws

a/n at the bottom :)

babydaddy!chris who is the number one manipulator.

"if you loved our kid you would do this for me."

"what? chris thats not fair."

babydaddy!chris who is actually a decent dad when he tries.

"hey baby. your so adorable, look like dada huh?"

babydaddy!chris who loves playing with your feelings.

"you said you loved me..."

"so? she wanted to sleep with me. i loved her for that."

babydaddy!chris who deals despite your warnings not to.

"i got arrested..else i would've been here for pickup, y'know that."

"i know. i bailed you out."

babydaddy!chris who feels the need to torment you when he picks lilly up.

"aww, no action in bed im guessing? or do they just not compare to me?"

"shutup..make sure she's buckled in."

babydaddy!chris who always gets what he wants with you.

"come on, take it baby. we both know u can."

babydaddy!chris who tells his friends about his kid 24/7.

"yeah she's adorable, like a mini me. i love her."

babydaddy!chris who never tells his hookups about you.

babydaddy!chris who insults you like its a full-time job.

"whore" "fucking crybaby" "you aint even fit to be a mum"

babydaddy!chris who has been on and off with you for years.

babydaddy!chris who brags like theres no tommorow.

babydaddy!chris who despite everything, would do anything for you and lilly.

"you need money?"

"no, im fine."

"you're not if you're buying the cheaper diapers now and you cancelled your health insurance..you doing good? i can give you some money if you're struggling y'know."

babydaddy!chris who isn't good at showing emotion.

babydaddy!chris who is genuinely trying to change for your sake.

"you like tulips right..?"

"i do.."

"okay good..i got you some pink ones.."

"oh.."

babydaddy!chris who takes lilly on the best daddy-daughter dates.

"then we went to the park and they had an ice cream van there so she had a chocolate sundae."

"yummy.."

"yeah? you liked it angel?"

babydaddy!chris who needs contact with you or he'll go insane.

"please answer me" "is lilly okay?" "why haven't you been online?"

babydaddy!chris who has an insane breeding kink.

"inside yeah? fuck- baby please-"

babydaddy!chris who finally turns it around.

"you wanna be my girlfriend again? i swear i've changed."

babydaddy!chris who actually cries when he find out you're pregnant again.

babydaddy!chris who helps build everything for the new baby.

babydaddy!chris who makes sure he's there for the birth.

"you're doing so good..you're nearly done ma."

babydaddy!chris who ensures lilly doesnt feel pushed aside.

"hey angel. you wanna play tea party while momma feeds baby?"

"yeah.."

babydaddy!chris who can never behave for too long.

"you said you'd changed!"

"for you? please."

babydaddy!chris who ends up regretting everything quickly.

"im so sorry ma. i love you so much and i love our beautiful babies, can we talk"

babydaddy!chris who hates your new boyfriend.

"just remember im their dad yeah? not you."

"i could get lilly to call me dad with no issue."

"no."

"atta girl."

babydaddy!chris who ends up having a fight with your new boyfriend when he catches him cheating on you.

"chris! what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"i told you he's a piece of shit ma."

babydaddy!chris who you have to help clean up after the fight, while he bounces the baby.

"you're a hypocrite. y'know that?"

"shutup..i hate him. you deserve better."

"and what do u know about treating me right?"

"dada..?"

"oh..hi angel, im fine. just a little scratch."

a/n- this ended up being so long wtfff. ive been struggling quite a bit so i haven't really been posting but i will try get part 15 of the text series out soon. chris has so many haters lol but the reader isnt pregnant in the text series btw!!

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[iateyourparents]

MORE JAKE PLS

Maybee like doing a stream with him in the car or filming a video where he takes us shopping and buys everything for us kinda like the vid where he ‘becomes’ johnnies ‘sugar daddy’ and we share a lil kiss hehehehe :3

sugar daddy | j.w.

pairing: jake webber x fem!reader

summary: jake records a new video for his channel with you.

warnings: use of y/n, short, jake being little rich boy, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry, english isn’t my first language)

an: thankss love! i’m not sure if i’m content with how it turned out but i hope you like it <33

pictures are from pinterest :)

“Today I’m gonna be the hottest American sugar daddy once again!” Jake started his video “But today my sugar baby is my girl, y/n!” you waved to the camera “How do you feel?”

“Already spoiled.” you laughed.

“Yeah, cause he totally doesn’t buy you everything you want without camera too.” Johnnie snorts from behind the camera and you laugh at that too.

It’s true, Jakes loves to spoil you without any reason. It’s tuesday? Here’s earrings that you were looking at on Monday. You’re on your period? I ordered you those shoes that you said were pretty. You loved it about Jake but also it made you feel bad that you don’t buy him as many things as he buys for you, but like he always says, if he wasn’t supposed to spoil you then he wouldn’t have so much money.

“Everything for my baby.” Jake shrugged with wide smile “So where do you wanna go first?”

“Zara?” you offered and he nodded. Then he took your hand and started to lead you towards said shop while talking to the camera about how buying you pretty things, somehow makes him happy.

“Alright, any plans on what are we looking for?” Jake asked you.

“Yeah actually, I saw this pretty skirt on their website and I would like to try it on.” you said “Also, I saw the cutest sweater with little hearts.”

“Aww, let’s get it, I’m sure you will look great.” Jake stated and on your way to the sweaters area he took few things that he thought would look great on you. And well, he wasn’t wrong.

Your next stop was at hot topic where he bought you some things without even consulting it with you first but like he said, he wanted it to be a surprise for you.

Then you went to eat something and you were sure his fans would be making a kiss count in the comments with how many kisses he stole from you and how many pecks he left all over your face.

Few more stores and you were done recording. You had seven bags with things he bought you and you really felt bad for his wallet but he only waved his hand stating that it was a pleasure for him and he wouldn’t mind doing it again, but you obviously didn’t agree for that. He already bought you too many things and you weren’t sure if you ever would be able to pay him back for how much he spoiled you, both with material things and with love and kisses.

He was perfect.

So when next day he came back home, you surprised him with a dinner, dessert, few presents and much love.

“You know, I don’t know what I ever did to deserve someone like you.” He stated when you were cuddling in bed.

“You? I don’t know what I did so right that I got you.” you giggled.

“You’re just perfect.” his smile couldn’t be wider “I actually ordered you those cute heels with bows.”

“Jake…” you squinted your eyes at him “You’re insane, did you see how much they cost?”

“Yeah. But it’s just money. It will come back but you deserve it.” he kissed your forehead.

“You should cancel the order anyway.” you lightly slapped his chest.

“No way.”

And well, Jake wouldn’t be opposed spending all his money on you if you would pay him back like that.

[valeelavvale]

Hunger

featuring : Fernando Alonso / female reader

summary: During a party Fernando and the new Hugo Boss Stylist share a funny/sexy moment.

genre : Basically fluff with Fernando

word count : 1461

notes: this came up after reading @hearteyes4logan and @asficdiary oneshots about Fernando. I know it's very similar to my last oneshot Save me but whatever, I wanted to write it this way.

Sometimes he just kept repeating to himself that he was too old for this kind of crap.

Not that he was actually old, he didn’t believe that for a second, but after more than twenty years of career, Fernando was just tired of smiling and shaking hands.

He had retreated, or rather hidden, on one of the side terraces, lying on a lounge chair, camouflaged to be exact, hoping no one would find him. He’d done too many Hugo Boss photos and still had the flash imprinted on his retinas.

“What a pain in the ass,” a female voice echoed behind him, followed by the clicking of heels. “What am I doing? I’m running from some creepy guy who’s been following me since I arrived,” the voice continued, getting no reply, maybe she was on the phone.

Fernando immediately recognized the voice: Y/N, the new stylist assigned to him and Lance for the 2025 season.

He didn’t move, not to avoid being seen, but to watch her without being seen.

Y/N had reached the railing; she was indeed on the phone, wearing a floor-length blue dress with an open back, her hair down. Fernando stared, he’d never hidden the fact he was attracted to her.

They’d had two nights, first Suzuka, then Barcelona, when a casual dinner chat in the chaos of meetings and races had turned into a night filled with more moans than conversation, and neither of them had minded.

Y/N was exactly the kind of woman he liked, sharp, unafraid to speak her mind even in uncomfortable situations, something Fernando deeply related to. Her toned body and that look that always seemed to dare him did the rest.

“Look, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” she said, completely unaware of the man lying in the dark. “Okay, bye Bibs,” she sighed, hanging up and staring out over the view beyond the railing.

“Who exactly are you running from?” Fernando asked, suddenly.

“SHIT,” she gasped, spinning around as she finally saw him. “Are you insane? You scared the hell out of me, you idiot!” she said, laughing, one hand on her chest. “What the hell are you doing hiding there in the dark like Batman?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Hiding from the people annoying me,” he replied, sitting up.

“Oops…” she joked, laughing. “Sorry for disturbing your peace. I’m just trying to find some quiet myself, and to stay away from a creep who keeps trying to grope me,” she added with such a funny face that Fernando burst out laughing.

He got up and moved closer to her. “Can you ask them to organize fewer boring parties like this?” he joked.

“Nope, because dressing you and your teammate costs them quite a few zeros, so, sorry, you’ll have to keep pretending to be a model,” she said with a grin.

He laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh no, no, no,” Y/N began. “He’s coming. The creepy guy is coming,” she said, glancing toward the room. “Please, please, I’ll owe you forever, pretend you’re with me…” she begged, turning to Fernando. “If you do, I’ll cancel two photoshoots and give them to Lance instead,” she added. “But please, help me,” she said in a comic yet desperate tone.

Fernando laughed, genuinely amused.

“Don’t laugh, idiot, I’m serious, that guy gives me the creeps,” she said, swatting his arm.

“Alright, alright… just because if something happens to you later, I’ll have it on my conscience,” he chuckled as she quickly wrapped her arms around his waist and cuddled up to him, catching him a little off guard.

“Now act like a good boyfriend and make him go away…” she whispered, far too close to his ear.

“Y/N, there you are at last!” the man exclaimed as he spotted her, slightly surprised to see her in Fernando Alonso’s arms. “Fernando, what a pleasure to see you too,” he added with a stiff smile.

“Y/N, shall we finish that conversation inside?” the man asked, ignoring the situation.

“Actually, we were just leaving,” Fernando cut in, also smiling politely.

“Leaving? Now? It’s ten, what do you two have to do?” the man laughed, amused.

“What you’d like to do with her… but I actually will,” Fernando replied coldly, staring him down as Y/N tried to hide her expression, her face buried in Fernando’s neck.

“Ah… right…” the man said, turning on his heel. “...Well, have a good evening.”

“Seriously?” Y/N asked as Fernando turned to her. “Did you just tell him we’re going back home to have sex?” she continued with a grin.

“Well, it worked,” Fernando said, clearly satisfied, a touch of mischief in his voice. He shifted slightly, pressing her back against the railing, positioning himself in front of her.

“You were convincing, I’ll give you that, it sounded like you actually wanted it,” she said, holding his gaze as Fernando leaned a little closer, their bodies almost pressed together.

“I did sound like it, yeah…” he smiled, placing a hand on her neck and staring at her. “I can’t stop thinking about Barcelona,” he finally admitted.

“The first points of the season? I get it,” she joked, clearly pretending not to understand.

He pushed her a little further back against the railing without replying, lowering his face and kissing her, not gently, but with a passion that caught her off guard.

“Yeah well, points aren’t bad either,” he said, pulling back slightly, making her laugh as he caressed her bare back.

“Shall we go?” she asked softly, running a hand across his chest.

 “Let’s go…” he replied.

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“Stop it,” she laughed, unable to contain herself.

They were in bed, covered only by a sheet. Fernando was kissing her neck after telling her something that had made her laugh far too much. Y/N shoved him back, making him lie down again, and they stayed there side by side.

The driver turned his head, Y/N had her eyes closed, hair messy, the sheet slipping dangerously low on her stomach: she was driving him insane, and he hadn’t seen that coming.

 “You’re laughing too loud, you’re going to wake up everyone in the building” he said, amused. “Though you probably already did earlier… with other noises,” he added teasingly.

 “Oh shut up,” she said, rolling onto her stomach. “Didn’t seem to bother you that much,” she grinned, running a hand through his hair.

Whatever this was, they didn’t really know, but it was fun, light, made them laugh, and that was enough for now.

 “Should I be quieter? Like this?” she whispered in his ear, saying his name the same way she had when they were still making love.

 Fernando closed his eyes before turning toward her, flipping her over and climbing on top again.

 “Fuck, you’re dangerously irresistible, you know that?” he said, kissing her and she didn’t hold back in the slightest.

 “My brain shuts off when you do that,” he murmured with a smile.

 “I thought that already happened fifteen minutes ago,” she teased, laughing.

 “Yeah, okay, maybe it did… but it could happen again,” he replied, rolling onto his back.

 “Fer…” she said after a while.

 “Mh…” he hummed, eyes closed, relaxed.

 “I’m starving,” Y/N said, making him laugh.

 “You have a problem with midnight snacks, you know that?” he said, turning his head toward her.

 “Or maybe with post-sex snacks, and with you, that always is at midnight,” she said playfully. “Come on, we’re at your place, not a hotel. Can I take over your kitchen? I won’t make it to morning without food. I get unbearable when I’m hungry.”

 “When you’re hungry…” he muttered, and she pinched his side, starting to tickle him.

 “You’re such an ass,” she laughed, as he tried to hold her still.

 “Stop it, you’re like a bratty teenager,” Fernando teased as she wrestled away and, without hesitation, straddled him.

 “I’m hungry,” she said, staring him down naked, disheveled, on top of him.

 “Looking at you like that, I want sex more than food,” Fernando replied bluntly.

 “Well, I need food for sex, so it all goes back to that,” she said, leaning down to kiss him. “I’m starving,” she repeated, getting up naked, grabbing her underwear from the floor and one of Fernando’s shirts from a chair. “I’m going to your kitchen to mind your business,” she called out, disappearing through the door while he stayed in bed, smiling and shaking his head.

 “No pasta, carbs at midnight…” he began.

 “Fuck off, Fer, I’ll help you burn them off,” came her voice from the kitchen.

 “Is that a promise?” he called back, still not moving.

 “I’m cooking naked!” Y/N yelled, and Fernando sat up. It probably wasn’t true, but better go check.

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clueless (ii.)

summary: Y/N said she wasn't mad. she lied. good thing spider-man knows how to knock on windows. Who knew one missed Love Island night would make Y/N open up about her abandonment issues.

pairings: Stark!reader x MCU!peter parker

word count: 2.7k

warnings: none, really just some very light angst. emotional conversation. and f!reader.

The next morning, Y/N walked into school with her headphones on. Blasting her usual playlist as she made her way towards her locker.  She hadn’t heard from Peter since they parted ways after school– and for some reading his silence felt louder than anything blasting through her headphones.

Down the hall, she spotted MJ leaning against her locker. Y/N cracked a grin, taking her headphones off and poked MJ’s arm as she approached. 

“Goodmorning sunshine!” Y/N chirped, her voice overly sweet.

MJ groaned. “Ugh, don't call me that.” 

Y/N glanced at her as she opened her locker, “you know you love it.” she mumbled with an amused smile.

MJ didn’t deny it.

“So,” she asked casually,  “what’d you do last night?”

Y/N sighed. “Nothing at all.” She said with a shrug. “Tried to watch Love Island, got bored not even halfway through. Ended up hanging out in the lab with my dad, ate an insane amount of snacks and pretended I wasn't mildly offended by Peter not texting me all night.”

MJ blinked. “Wait—loveboy ditched Love Island night? And he didn’t even text you? Did May take his phone again or something?

Y/N shut her locker a little too hard. “Okay first of all, don't call him that. But to answer your questions– yes, he ditched Love Island night. And no– just a project. Apparently he and Gwen got paired up in physics. He ‘forgot’ to mention it until the very last second and then dipped. said it was a big assignment.”

MJ tilted her head. “Gwen Stacy. Blonde. Smart. Cutie patootie?”

“Yup,” Y/N muttered, “that’s the one.” she said, eyes fixed on the hallway.

MJ raised both brows, unimpressed. “Huh. She sure knows how to win people over.”

The two girls continued on down the hallway talking about the new book MJ started reading on the train ride over to school.

MJ was still mid rant when Gwen rounded the corner, textbook in hand, looking a little too peppy for 7:30AM.

“Oh! Hey guys,” Gwen greeted them with a wave, her ponytail bouncing with each step.

Y/N smiled. “Hi Gwen.”

Gwen slowed to a stop in front of them. “Crazy timing—I was just about to go look for you!”

Y/N’s brows lifted, not entirely sure who the “you” was aimed at. “Yeah?”

“I just wanted to say thanks again for being so cool yesterday. I know Peter felt really bad about cancelling, but we ended up getting a ton of work done. Like… a lot. He’s honestly a genius. I don’t know how I would’ve gotten through half of that packet without him.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N said, careful to keep her tone even.

“Yeah! He’s just so good at explaining things. Like, he doesn’t make you feel dumb for not getting it, you know? And he actually listens. It’s just… kind of refreshing.”

Y/N smiled tightly. “That’s Peter.”

Gwen nodded, eyes bright. “Anyway, I’ll see you guys in class. Bye, MJ. Bye, Y/N!”

She waved and walked off, clearly unaware of the tiny emotional crater she’d just left behind.

MJ glanced sideways. “Soooo… do I need to start carrying around a shovel, or are you gonna bury those feelings yourself?”

“Oh, shut up,” Y/N groaned. “I only complained cause I had no one to show me Love Island memes. Peter’s my friend — and he’s allowed to have other friends. I’m just glad Gwen’s adjusting and feels welcomed.”

But then why does it still bother me? Y/N hated how petty it sounded in her own head, but she couldn’t shake it. Of course she wanted Gwen to feel included. Of course she wanted her to click with their group. And she was happy it was happening faster than expected.

But hearing someone else talk about Peter the way she usually did… that stung more than she was willing to admit.

“Right,” MJ said, shooting her a knowing look as she headed into first period. “See you at lunch, Y/N/N.”

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Once settled into her first period, Y/N looked at her phone. 7:58AM. No texts from Peter. No sign of him either and the bell rings in 2 minutes…

Peter slid into the classroom just as the bell rang, slipping into the seat next to Y/N. 

“Hey,” he said, breathless but grinning. “Sorry I’m late. Got stuck talking to Ned—he wants to go to the comic shop before I go on patrol tonight.”

Y/N didn’t look at him. “That’s thrilling.”

Peter blinked. “You okay?”

“Peachy.” She pulled a highlighter from her bag and started aggressively underlining the title on her worksheet.

Peter watched her for a second, confused. “You sure? You seem—”

“I’m fine, Peter. Just tired” Y/N states, finally looking at him.

Peter nods, oblivious to her lie. “Oh, okay… Hey, so, how was the recoupling last night? I saw some stuff online but I haven’t seen the actual episode.’’

“I wouldn’t know. I didn’t finish watching it.” Y/N says, trying to sound casual.

Peter turned to Y/N, wide-eyed. “Wait, what? Why not? You love recouplings.”

Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Yeah, well… it just wasn’t the same.”

“Are- are you mad at me?” Peter questioned, sensing her tone. “I—I said I was sorry. I thought we were cool?”

“We are,” Y/N said, still not looking at him. “We’re great. You and Gwen got your outline done, so. Win-win.”

Peter frowned. “It wasn’t like that.”

“I didn’t say it was like anything,” Y/N replied lightly. “You had schoolwork. No big deal.”

Peter poked her arm and pouted. “Y/N/N, come on. Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad, Peter.” She finally turned to him with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I just… kinda wish you would’ve at least texted me.”

Peter opened his mouth, but the teacher called for attention before he could say anything else.

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The cafeteria buzzed with the usual lunchtime chatter as Y/N dropped her lunch bag onto the table beside MJ. Gwen settled down next to her, plopping her tray on the table.

“Oh, by the way, congrats on surviving your first day here, Gwen.” MJ says, reaching into Y/N’s lunch for some chips. 

Gwen beamed at the girls. “I couldn’t have done it without you guys. I seriously didn’t think I was gonna make friends this fast. I was so nervous.”

“Well, you’re easy to like,” Y/N said with a small smile, nudging her lunch bag toward Gwen in case she wanted to steal a chip too.

Before Gwen could reply, Ned and Peter plopped down across from them.

“Gwen, are you into comics?” Ned asked, cutting straight into the conversation.

Gwen looked up mid-bite. “Um, not really, no. That’s not really my thing.”

“Well, good luck staying friends with these two,” MJ deadpanned, pointing at Peter and Ned. “They never shut up about that stuff.”

The comment made Y/N giggle, catching Peter’s attention. He smiled at the sound, His foot lightly nudged hers under the table, and when she looked up at him, she gave him her first real smile of the day. He relaxed a little.

“You act as if you don't like them” Ned rolled his eyes at MJ. “Anyway, I'm asking because Peter and I are going to the comic book shop after school. You guys want to come with us?.”

“Sure! Yeah, I'll tag along.” Gwen answered cheerfully.

“What about you two?” Ned asked, turning to Y/N and MJ.

MJ didn’t even look up. “You know what really annoys me?” she began. “When my so-called friends forget I’ve had the same schedule for months. I work Tuesdays and Thursdays at the café.”

Gwen and Y/N tried to suppress their laughter as Ned groaned.

“Whatever dude. Now I’m gonna stop by and annoy you during your shifts.” 

Peter turned to look at Y/N, “Are you coming with us?”

“I don’t think so. I have to finish my lit essay.” Y/N says.

Before anyone could respond, the bell rang.

Y/N stood, throwing away her trash as Peter fell into step beside her, matching her pace as they headed for class.

“You sure you’re not coming with us after school?” he asked, glancing over at her.

Y/N shook her head. “Nah. I’ve gotta finish that lit essay, and MJ gave me this book she swears will change my life. So I’m kind of busy.”

Peter offered a small, sheepish smile. “Fair enough. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

“I do,” Y/N said, returning the smile as they reached her classroom door. “Thanks, Peter.”

He lingered for a second, like he wanted to say something else, but thought better of it. Instead, he gave her a small nod and jogged off down the hall.

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As Peter disappeared down the hall and Y/N ducked into her classroom, Gwen adjusted the strap of her backpack and fell into step beside Ned.

“So,” she started casually, “Peter and Y/N… what’s their deal?”

Ned glanced at her, then straight ahead again. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” Gwen said with an easy shrug. “They just seem… close. Are they, like… together?”

Behind them, MJ scoffed. She wasn’t even trying to be subtle.

“Oh, they’re not together,” she said, walking backwards now so she could face Gwen. “They’re just obsessed with each other in a completely unspoken, wildly repressed, ‘will-they-won’t-they-but-they-absolutely-will’ kind of way. It’s annoying”

Ned snorted.

Gwen blinked. “So… that’s a yes?”

MJ raised an eyebrow. “That’s a ‘yes, but also very much a no.’”

“They’ve been like this since they met,” Ned added helpfully. “There was a brief moment where we thought they’d finally get their act together, but then Peter asked this senior named Liz to homecoming instead and… well. You’ll see.”

“Huh.” Gwen nodded, filing that away. “Interesting.”

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That night, Y/N sat cross-legged on her bed, the soft glow of her bedside lamp casting a warm halo over the pages of Emma. MJ’s well-loved copy was annotated in the margins, complete with tiny sarcastic notes that made Y/N smile every few minutes.

She flipped the page, eyes skimming a particularly smug paragraph about Emma deciding she knew what was best for everyone around her. Y/N paused, then squinted at the words.

“I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.”

Y/N huffed a laugh through her nose. “Okay, MJ,” she muttered, “I get it. Message received.”

She reached over to grab a handful of gummy bears from the bag on her nightstand, tossing one in her mouth as she turned another page—just in time to hear a soft tap against her window.

She froze, mid-chew.

Another knock. Gentle. Familiar.

Y/N blinked, slowly turning toward the window. Sure enough, Peter Parker was crawling outside with his Spider-Man suit on. She let out a long sigh and shook her head, getting up to open it.

“What are you doing here, Parker?” She asked, walking back to sit on her bed.

Peter climbed in through the window, pulling off his mask before shutting it behind him. He sank into her desk chair, fidgeting awkwardly.

“I just… wanted to say goodnight,” he said, clearly grasping at straws.

“You could’ve called,” Y/N said with a soft laugh. “Or sent a text. It’s 10:30, Pete.”

Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t know if you’d answer.”

Y/N sighed, glancing down at her hands. “Peter… if this is about earlier—I'm not mad at you. I never was.”

“Then why did you act like that?” he asked, voice quieter now.

“I don’t know… I was being stupid,” she muttered. “I don’t like talking about this.”

Peter leaned forward, gently reaching for her hand. “It’s not stupid if it hurt your feelings, Y/N/N. Just talk to me.”

She hesitated, then said quietly, “It’s just... I’ve never had friends my age before. It was always my dad, Pepper, Happy... and the team. And after Berlin, it was just me and my dad. I guess I’ve gotten used to being left behind. By Steve, by Nat. Everyone.”

Her voice got smaller. “And it’s been really hard not having them around.”

Peter listened closely, his eyes soft.

“And then…” she trailed off.

“Gwen showed up?” he asked gently.

Y/N shook her head. “It’s not about Gwen. Or maybe it is, a little. But I’m not, like... jealous.”

“Then what is it?”

She hesitated before whispering, “You forgot about me.”

That hit the air like a pin dropping.

“It felt like you forgot I was even there. And it just… reminded me of how the team moved on. I’m sorry for how I acted, but it just—hurt.”

Peter rolled his chair closer, making her look at him.

“This isn’t stupid, Y/N/N. It makes perfect sense. And I’m really sorry. For bailing on Love Island night. For not texting. For making you feel forgotten.”

Y/N exhaled. “You can apologize for not sending me any of the memes about the episode, too.”

Peter laughed, the tension finally cracking. “Okay, I’m sorry for that too.”

Peter leaned back slightly in the chair, studying her for a beat. The silence wasn’t awkward — just comfortable, easy in the way that only came with someone who really knew you.

“I can stay for a bit, if that’s okay,” he offered. “I mean... if you’re not tired of me yet.”

Y/N looked at him, warmth creeping into her face. “You swung by my window at ten-thirty at night. You’ve already committed to the bit, Parker. You might as well stay.”

Peter grinned, crossing the room to flop down next to her on the bed — careful, but familiar. He propped himself up on one elbow and glanced at the book lying next to her.

“Emma, huh? MJ really out here giving you required reading like it’s a class.”

“She said it’s about me but if I lived in 19th century England. Whatever that means.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

Peter laughed under his breath.

For a moment, they just sat in the quiet. Her room dimly lit, the hum of the city beyond her window. It felt like the world had slowed down just enough for them to breathe.

“Hey,” Peter said softly, nudging her shoulder. “You know I’d never actually forget about you, right?”

Y/N didn’t answer right away. Then she nodded once, almost imperceptibly.

“Yeah. I know.”

Peter stayed a little longer after that — long enough for the conversation to drift into easier things: school,Tony’s new project, Ned’s inability to keep secrets. Y/N eventually rested her head on his shoulder without realizing it, and Peter didn't move.

He just stayed.

Eventually, the room settled into a hush, broken only by the soft rustle of pages as Y/N flipped absentmindedly through the book again. Peter hadn’t said anything in a few minutes, but he hadn’t left either.

She tilted her head just enough to glance at him. “You falling asleep?”

His eyes were closed, one arm folded behind his head, but he smirked. “Just resting my eyes. Incredibly peaceful vibe in here.”

“Mm. That’s the Emma effect.”

Peter cracked an eye open. “Can’t believe I’m competing with Jane Austen for your attention.”

“You’re losing, by the way.”

He let out a soft laugh and sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, alright. I should go before your dad finds me here and installs a Stark-grade motion sensor outside your window.”

Y/N smirked. “Too late. That’s been there since I was ten.”

Peter blinked. “Oh my god.”

She stood with him, walking him to the window. He put his mask back on, pulling the hood over his curls, but didn’t climb out just yet.

“Hey,” he said, quiet again. “Thanks for talking to me tonight.”

Y/N nodded, then reached forward and tugged gently on his mask until it rested just below his nose. “Thanks for showing up.”

He didn’t say anything right away. Just gave her a look—something like gratitude, something like something else—and then he was slipping out the window and disappearing into the night.

Y/N stood there for a second longer, arms crossed over her chest, the breeze brushing through her hair. Then she turned back to her room, Emma still open on the bed.

And maybe, for the first time in a while, she didn’t feel quite so left behind.

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taglist: @f2lix

author's note: ahhhh!! i didn't think i'd have chapter 2 out so quick but here we are. as you can see, this is loosely inspired by clueless so i thought it'd be funny for y/n to read emma. i hope you guys are enjoying so far!

i still don't know who our Gwen face claim is, pls help me out lol

[myliteralhyperfixations19]

Date night

warnings:18+ | fluff | romance

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader

wc: 1000

a/n: This is for @toji-bunny-girl. Fulfilling your romantic toji request. Let me know what you guys think! I am still taking requests! Enjoy! :) Also side note Horimiya is my favorite romance anime I recommend it.!

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Toji didn’t give you a choice.

“Pack some things to get ready at my place,” he said over the phone, voice thick with a lazy grin. “I'm on my way over and I wanna watch you turn into the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered like a moth near a flame, you love spontaneous dates.

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His apartment smelled like him and the lights were dim, soft golden glow spilling over the dark wooden floors.

Toji leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping from a glass, watching you walk in with that look. That look that said you were his. That he couldn’t believe you kept coming back to him.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, placing the glass down and walking toward you, slow and sure.

“I'm not even wearing anything cute since you said I had to get ready here.”

“Yeah, but you would be pretty in a garbage bag,” he smirked, slipping his arms around your waist.

You swatted at his chest, but he kissed your temple. “Mmm. You smell good. Feel even better.”

“Toji—”

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning in close. “You haven’t even gotten dressed yet and I already wanna cancel dinner and eat you instead.”

Your cheeks burned as you smacked him lightly. “Let me get ready, perv.”

You stepped out of the bathroom twenty minutes later in a dress that hugged you just right, hair curled, a little gloss on your lips. By the time you walked back into the living room, heels clicking and nerves fluttering, Toji was already waiting, now in a crisp black button-down and slacks that clung to his thighs just right.

When he looked up and saw you, he froze.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “Baby…”

You did a slow spin, blushing. “Too much?”

Toji walked up slowly, like you were a miracle he didn’t want to scare off. His hands found your hips. “Too much? You look like a fuckin’ fantasy. Like somethin’ no man should be allowed to touch.”

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks were warm. “You’re ridiculous.”

His hand slid along your waist, up your back, into your hair. “You look like sin and heaven had a baby.”

You snorted. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Doesn’t have to. I’m stupid in love right now.”

You laughed, but it caught in your throat when he dipped his head to your neck, kissing softly beneath your ear.

“I mean it,” he whispered. “You’re… everything. And I’m gonna show you that tonight.”

You leaned into his touch. “And you’re laying it on thick.”

He smirked, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “You haven’t even heard the half of it. You could wear this every night and I’d still look at you like it’s the first time. You’re so sexy it hurts.”

The kiss he gave you then was a slow and deep promise.

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The restaurant was candlelit, with a quite booth tucked in the back. The server didn’t even finish setting the bread before Toji was back to whispering in your ear.

“You look so damn good with candlelight on your skin,” he said. “Almost made me cancel the reservation again.”

You giggled, gently kicking his shin under the table. “Behave.”

“I am,” he smirked. “You should see the thoughts I'm not saying.”

All throughout dinner wine, appetizers, shared bites and soft conversation he was on you. Not physically, not in public. Just with you. His eyes didn’t leave you. His compliments were endless.

“You’re so smart, baby. Like, people should pay to hear you talk.” “Every time you laugh, I swear I get butterflies like a fuckin’ teenager.” “Your thighs in that dress are driving me insane.” “Can’t believe you’re mine. What the hell did I do to deserve this?”

You rested your chin in your hand, smiling dreamily. “You’re being awfully sweet tonight.”

Toji tilted his head, his voice low. “Because I feel it. I don’t say shit I don’t mean.”

You reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I love you, y’know.”

The look on his face went soft and warm and just a little glassy-eyed.

“I know,” he said, lifting your hand to his lips. “I love you too, baby. More than you’ll ever understand.”

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Back at his place, the moment the door clicked shut, his lips were on your neck.

“Still lookin’ like a dream,” he whispered, hands sliding to your ass, pulling you close. “And still makin’ it really hard to behave.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered, grinning.

He grinned back, devilish and sweet all at once.

The dress hit the floor moments later, and he stood there in awe like you were carved from stardust.

“Goddamn,” he breathed. “You don’t even know how much I want you. Every single day. I could spend the rest of my life makin’ you feel good.”

Toji laid you back on his bed like you were glass, kissed his way down your body like a man worshipping a goddess. His mouth was slow and reverent, his praise endless between every moan you gave him.

“You taste better than any fuckin’ dessert at that place.” “Look at you, baby. So pretty when you fall apart.” “You were made for me. Every part.”

After, when you lay curled into his chest, his fingers tracing lazy shapes on your bare back, he kissed your temple and whispered:

“You ever think about forever?”

You blinked up at him, surprised by the softness in his tone. “With you?”

“Yeah.” He looked at you like you were the moon and stars. “’Cause I do. Every damn day.”

You smiled, slow and real and full of warmth.

“I’d say yes,” you whispered. “If you asked.”

He smiled too. “Then I guess I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”

[malereadermaniac]

(;¬_¬) Jealousy looks good on you ~ Kit Connor x Male Reader

Word Count: 850

Plot: So you guys LOVED my last Kit post so here's another one - mild jealousy, Fluff and dating 'headcannons'

Warnings: m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

Before Dating

The two of you were best friends

In the most platonic way, you two were practically already dating

Kit and you were close since Y7

The two of you would cling onto each other, the ginger's hands were almost always on your waist if yours weren't on his shoulders

You would sleep 'round Kit's house every weekend,and then he would sleep 'round on most weekdays "because your house is closer to college"

When one of you got into a relationship, it went one of two ways:

If Kit got into a relationship, the girl would get jealous of you within a week, Kit would get mad at her and they'd break up in a month tops

It was always weird for Kit when he got into a relationship, he'd never really LOVE her, but he just put it down to him being young

What he knew was that he didn't like how his girlfriends treated you, and he hated how because he was in a relationship, you would back off with the clinginess

One time, a new girlfriend of his was alone with Kit, and when he brought you up, she said "Oh that f*g? You're like, actually, friends with him?" - that was the first and last time he'd shouted at a girl

The second option is you getting into a relationship, Kit gets insanely jealous; letting side comments about your boyfriend slip and going silent when you would bring him up (totally platonic)

Kit would get even clingier, like snuggling his face in your neck "Cause he's tired"

The ginger would even crash your dates 'on accident'

Your boyfriend at the time would go mad, Kit fucking loved it, you were his best friend after all

But all of his 'platonic' jealousy paid off when the guy broke up with you, and Kit was your shoulder to cry on

He felt bad, but he loved being your comfort, he didn't want anyone else to be as good of a friend to you as he was...

Kit knew he was Bi since Y10, what you didn't know was that you're the reason he knew that

After many failed relationships, the ginger realised that he'd much prefer to be in a relationship with you than any other girl in your year

After all, he had broken down once when you cancelled plans to go on a date with your bf - like he cried and all, that must have been his first sign that he wasn't as straight as he thought

And after his glow-up in Y13 (not that he needed one, my god), you fell for him too - HARD

Dating

Kit is the most jealous type of man ever

And you fucking love it

Usually, it's really little things, like his hand tightening around yours when an attractive guy is talking to you

Or holding you closer when an ex tries to talk to you

He isn't toxic about it at all

When Kit gets jealous he talks to you about it - it's so attractive

However, the last time he got jealous was intense

The two of you were out, not specifically on a date, but just enjoying each other's company

The calm and enjoyable atmosphere was interrupted by your most infamous ex

Kit hated him and his guts

That cunt ruined you, and no matter how much Kit loved to comfort you, this dickhead went overboard

And he had the guts to keep in touch with you!?

As you and your ex chatted, he started to obviously flirt with you

You laughed at his remarks as Kit pulled you closer to him

After a while, Kit had had enough of him

"Hate to interrupt but can't you see we're on a date here, mate?"

Fuck you loved it when Kit went full-on Britt

He rarely did that, but it made your face darken slightly with a blush

"Alright mate no need to be a dick, bye [Name], I'll see ya round"

You say nothing, just roll your head towards Kit and look up at him with a cheeky smile

"What?!" He asks defensively

"Nothing... jealousy just looks good on you" you tease your ginger boyfriend

"Oh shut up" he chuckles, his muscular arm around your waist tightly as he leans his head into your neck

It's crazy how such an attractive man gets so jealous over you, but you love it

The built ginger gets possessive obviously, however, that's more in the bedroom than in daily life

He always prefers secluded areas for dates, fields or the comfort of your own home

Mainly because of his newfound fame, but the man also likes to keep you to himself

Kit also tries to impress you so much, so much so that the ginger feels the need to be the centre of your attention at all times

He'll lift you up to show off his strength, subtly show off his muscles or mention his paycheck for last month

You play into his little games and act all wooed and impressed, and he lives off of it.

Also, mini rant:

Can I just say how fucking annoying it is to search "jealous male reader" and every post is Yandere and shit??? Like bro I want jealousy in the sense that I feel wanted not always 'death' and 'darling' and shit. Rant over <3

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 12: Coulrophilia + DDLG

Joker!Ghoul-ish!Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Harley Quinn!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, dark!cooper & dark!reader, tame ddlg, coulrophilia (attraction to clowns), Freaky crazy clowns, toxic af relationship, age gap, yandere x yandere, 60s Gotham-like AU, Reader was Cooper’s TV Daughter, Cooper has a joker-like backstory, joker and harley references. Reader has Harley Quinn-like backstory, violence, blood kink, fingering, squirting, kissing, lots of pet names (sugar, princess, sweetheart, etc.), they are very bad people, curvy/short!reader

Summary: You are the partner in crime of a dangerous man known as “The Ghoul”; a half-monstrous, half-human clown prince of crime. He also happens to be your “Daddy” too.

A/N: I’m keeping up with the ghoul-ish theme for Cooper for kinktober to go with idea I have of him where he kinda looks like dabi from bnha where like he’s half-radiation burned and other half- human. Hope yall see the vision cause I’ve thought about how cool that would be for a while.

Cooper was once a good man. A simple family man. In fact, he was on the screens of every family in America—regarded as one of the greatest movie stars of all time.

But then…he had a bad day and all it takes is one bad day to bring the most sanest man alive to the brink of insanity. Just one fateful decision that would eventually lead to one long comically bad day.

Picture this: Cooper is at the point in which he’s tired of being lied to and kept in the dark from his wife’s work with Vault-Tec. Unable to keep away, He sneaks into the private and heavily secured facility, gathering damning intel along with the sinister truth. In a slip-up during a security round of a particular unit, Cooper found himself trapped in and ended up falling into a vat of chems that injured him beyond recognition.

He was sure to die. He thought he would. But when he woke up in the hospital not only did this confirm otherwise but it also confirmed that he’d been caught. And from there a series of losses began in just the spiral of a day. His wife was leaving him, taking their only daughter, his last credited role was from a now canceled TV series; and he’d even lost his dazzling looks.

He was now a ghost of himself. A ghoul. Parts of his human form were overshadowed by the singed flesh that encased large parts of him. Like a Frankenstein’s monster of sorts.

He’d tried being a good man. A simple family man. But look where that path has led him. This world wasn’t built for men like him. And so he gave in to the dark parts of himself.

It’s funny how the world knows just who to send into your life to completely flip it upside down because you thought you’d never see Cooper again. In a way, you could say that you were right. Because sitting right across from you—that isn’t the wholesome TV Dad you’ve had the pleasure to work with…oh no, he is ‘The Ghoul’.

There he is before you; red stained lips painted into a wicked smile, green-dyed hair slicked back in a suave style, smoking a cigar and looking like the mafia boss that he is despite wearing the all white clothing associated with the asylum. The bottom half of his face from his bottom lip and jaw down to neck and shoulders are web-like flesh stapled together like he’d been built up like a puzzle. Somehow, he’s still so very handsome.

“Look ‘atcha,” He smirks, ogling you up and down. “My, my…you’ve grown. Even got yourself that psychology degree you’ve been tellin’ me you wan’ed to go back to school for. Proud of ya, kid.”

“Thank you, Mr. Howard,” You say before adjusting your glasses and leaning forward. “I was rather intrigued when I heard that I’d get to meet the new you. Colleagues told me it’d be a bad idea taking you as my patient considering how much I’ve once looked up to you.“

He chuckles. “Ya know, the universe can be quite the prankster. You remember that lil’ joke I made about bein’ a patient of yours someday…” The chains from the metal cuffs around his wrists rattle when gestures to himself. “I reckon I shoulda specify what kind of patient I’d be.“

“It’s a shame we have to meet under these circumstances. But I’m glad we’ve crossed paths.” You say.

“Oh?” He asks, leaning in as well. “Why’s that, sugar?”

“Because I want to help you.” You simply say.

“I already know I’m fuckin’ crazy, sweetheart. I don’t need a shrink to talk my ear off ‘bout it.”

“No, Mr. Ghoul, I want to help you…burn Vault-Tec to the fucking ground,” You clarify. “And when there’s nothing left, I want to dance on its ashes. I want to reveal the evil truth to the people and start a fucking revolution. I want chaos. Anarchy. And I want…I want to be with you.”

You slip your fingers into one of your thigh-high stockings and pull out a key you retrieved from an unsuspecting prison guard. Cooper watches on as you remove his cuffs with a pleased yet astonished expression. You tenderly rub the indented marks on his wrist. “I’ve always loved you. Even before we’d ever met—I was your biggest fan.”

He stands with an aura of intimidation and raw assertion, an intense gaze in his eyes as he saunters closer to you. You quickly rise to your feet, anticipating his embrace.

Cooper’s large hands shoot up around your neck, squeezing. Not hard enough to cut off any air circulation but just enough to drag your body against his.

He plants a messy kiss onto your lips. There’s teeth nipping at the soft, plush of your lips and his thick tongue lick the surface and the inside of your mouth. It’s so sloppy and purposefully so and you don’t care how freaky it is.

You are sure by now that his white face paint and the crimson shade of his lips have now transferred to your lips. Or could it be blood from the little nick he’d given you on your lips. You aren’t sure but it only added on to your arousal.

He pulls away, blood staining lips and just beneath his nose. “Well, I’m sure glad you chose to come home to daddy because if you weren’t by my side—why I’d just have to kill ya,” He laughs, removing a hand from your neck to cradle the back of your head. “Thatta girl. Now let’s get outta this shithole.”

“I know a secret exit we can—”

“Sorry, sugar, but I’d rather leave with a bang,” He winks suggestively, taking you by the arms to face you away from him and bend you over the table; the side of your face is pressed against the cold metal. You feel his erection weighing hot and heavy against your ass as he lays himself over you for a moment, lips against your ears to growl a command. “Don’t hold back yer screams for me, princess. Let ‘em all hear what I’m doin’ to ya.”

Just as you feel your lace panties being pulled to the side, four guards come barging into the room and shout for his compliance.

“Get the fuck off of her.” One guard shouts, laying a heavy hand on the Ghoul’s shoulder. Ghoul’s military training comes into play as he uses the very key that set him free to repeatedly jab into the accessible and vulnerable armpit of the guard.

He cries out in pain nursing the wound that now bleeds profusely and too distracted by this he fails to protect his gun, allowing Cooper to lift it from his belt and shoot into the shoulder of another guard who’d drawn his gun at him. In a shocking twist, you witness one prison guard turn on his last fellow guard, shooting him right in the knees.

“What about the girl?” The traitor prison guard questions, pointing a weapon against your head as you remain trembling against the table. You’ve never seen anything like this!

The ghoul steals a handkerchief from a prison guard who’d been struggling to reach his radio strewn across the room. Cooper nonchalantly wipes away the excess blood on his hands before picking up his cuban cigar from the ashtray. You awaited in nervous anticipation as he decided to take a draw from it instead of answering him, bellowing out the smoke in your direction and clouding your view of him for a few seconds.

His hard gaze begins to soften, charming you with his famous smile. “She’s just dandy to me.”

He holds a hand out to you and you squeal with glee, standing up on wobbly knees to jump into his arms.

“Come on, sugar. We’ve got some catchin’ up to do,” He holds you tight against him before indiscreetly whispering to his minion. “Finish the job, will ya? But do it only after we leave the room. Wouldn’t want to traumatize my princess ‘less it’s done by my hand.”

“You got it, boss.” The minion says. And withthat the Ghoul carries you over the threshold of what was once your own prison in a metaphorical sense.

The Ghoul makes do with his promise and causes a huge debacle within the asylum. By the time you’d both leave the building, it was like a circus. There were patients everywhere running amuck with doctors and nurses failing to control them, alarms going off, and you think there might have even been a fire started. It was perfect.

Outside a limo awaits the two of you, it looks like he’d been planning his escape all along. Whether that included you, you didn’t care. He may not be the same Cooper you fell for, the one whom you once saw as a father figure—Hell, he’s batshit fucking insane but somehow it makes your heart beat a mile a minute and the attraction only triples but his new appearance.

You pull him for yet another kiss, flames in the background are like fireworks. You could get lost in it if it weren’t for the damn police and fire truck sirens going off.

“Looks like that’s our cue to scram.” He opens the door for you which is interesting that he can still be so chivalrous. You smile just like the princess he names you to be and you enter and never look back.

Now you are a part of that darkness, feeding each other’s wickedness. The two of you have shed your clothes and in turn shed those identities. No longer did he don the all white clothing of an asylum patient. When he looks into the mirror —past the charred half of his flesh- he sees that of a crime-lord with weapons hung close to his body as if it were an accessory to his pin-striped suits. And you’d shed your past life, burning your white lab coat. You were now his and he, yours. And of course as a daddy’s girl, you’d do anything to mirror his image, adapting his twisted clown aesthetic.

Newspapers had a field-day writing about your descent to madness from America’s sweetheart to the other-half of a crazy crime duo. They call it a match made in hell, you call it the greatest love story ever.

But sometimes it does get exhausting when you want to spend time with your lover when there’s so many factors that prevents you from spending time with him! Vault-Tec, Vigilantes, Betrayers, and Barb! Just thinking about her makes you angry.

Why can’t they all just let you enjoy your chaotic lives in peace?!

Currently, The Ghoul is handling a business transaction with an informant from Vault-Tec who made claims of a nuclear war in the making with a plan to make the middle class pay for it. You’re more than happy to set your plan in motion to create a threatening video message to the company using the informant as a hostage, hoping you’ll finally get some time with Coop but he wants to take things slow.

“It’s chess not checkers, darlin’.” He’d comment and you’d just have to accept it. But today was meant to be your anniversary and he’d decided to take time out of your day to do business!

You claw your acrylics through the newspaper you’d been reading with an old picture of Cooper and Barb on the front page with a headline about their once fiery romance. That was the last straw.

Your sharp cat-like acrylics claw into the flimsy newspaper material you held in your hands, poking through the page from back to front and straight through the eyes of your lover and his ex-wife. The headline of their past fiery romance pushes you over the edge.

You shred the paper into bits, flinging it into the air like confetti. The tears are blinding, mascara running down your cheeks as you rise to your feet and go over to retrieve something from his ‘secret’ drawer from his office.

In the highest heels you own, you’re strutting angrily and briskly up the long-winded stairs and through the spacious halls of his large penthouse. His staff know better than to get in your way, jumping out of your path with terrified looks the moment they lay eyes on you.

You may be a curvier girl but you were a lot shorter in height than most people you knew. And most people you knew usually wouldn’t be intimidated by such a woman of your stature, not of course, if said woman happened to be wielding a .45 caliber pistol in hand.

If hell hath no fury than a woman scorned then it is in everyone’s best interest to mind their goddamn business.

You see red. Tunnel vision. Nothing else existed in this moment other than the man you hope to kill.

“Cooper!” You shout, pounding hard against the double ivory doors of his conference room before throwing them open.

The audience in the room turns their heads in your direction, expressions of confusion morphing into horror. You could hear the faint murmurs of his patrons murmuring about knowing you from TV.

The Ghoul is the last to raise his eyes at you, expelling air from his nostrils in frustration. He’s yet to speak up, watching the scene unfold from his big boss chair.

“Ya’ll better skedaddle or little blue’s gonna sing,” You threaten causing the crowd to quickly flee, some clutching their grand-theft stolen pearls as they do so. Once you're satisfied with the emptied room, you close the doors behind you and lock them for safe measures. You raise the gun at him, hands shaking. “You still love her, don’t you? The day you decided to leave the facility…to take me as yours…that was on your anniversary date, wasn’t it? I thought this day was special for us. But you used me. You just want her attention.”

He’s neither terrified nor angry. He just seems…inconvenienced. Bored with it all, he rolls his eyes as he begins fixing up his paperwork. “Couldn’t this have waited until after my meeting? I’ve got a job to do. I don’t need any of your distractions.”

“You think I’m a distraction,” You squeak, hurt by his suggestion. A rage consumes you so violently that you think of the first thing that'll quench your fire. In one fell swoop, you swipe your arm on the table and throw his paperwork and office supplies onto the ground scattering them everywhere. Now he’s furious, jaw clenching as he stares daggers at you. You can tell he’s deciding a punishment for you. “You said we belonged together! We were supposed to forge the world side by side. How could you say that I’m just a distraction?”

“I said, ‘your distractions’. As in, all the bullshit you do on a daily basis. Now be quiet.” He hisses through gritted teeth.

“No.” You stand your ground, adjusting your posture so that you appear even taller than you already are in your heels. You know he hates it when people tower over him.

He slams his hands on the table before rising to his feet slowly. He makes it a point to stand as close to you as possible so that he’s the one towering over you now. “You’re being a fucking brat.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” You snarl. “Maybe…I should find her, hmm? I should find her and kill her. I’ll do it. You think I wouldn’t?”

“Sweet pea, I know you would and I don’t care if you do,” He laughs, cupping your face in his large hands. “She took my Janey from me. I ain’t seen her in years. Barb is my lightning rod, all my aggression is accredited to her. If she were gone, sure it’d make things really boring for me but that’s just it. And as for you, princess, well…yer a pretty young thing—real cute—but I’m one making the commands here.”

“But we’ve done so much together. We made them lose profits. We pushed forward a smear campaign for one of the senior executives that made him disappear off the grid. That was a team effort!”

“And I appreciate your support, lil’ angel. You really do make yo papa proud,” His thumb traces your lips before he roughly grips your jaw, making you look him in the eye. His rings bite into the skin of your cheeks. “Now why don’t you give me a pretty smile? If yer good for it, I might let you sit on my lap.”

You yank away from his grasp, cocking the gun. “I’ll fucking kill you. I thought when you came into my life to silence my demons. But you’ve only danced with them. I’m so screwed up in the head because I loved you. But if you die, I’ll be free.”

For a moment, he looks genuinely scared but then he gives you a wicked smirk.

“You wouldn’t. You could never kill me. How do you think you’ll be able to go on livin’ after it’s done? The second I’m gone, you wouldn’t last not even a millisecond without me,” He steps forward, closing the gap between you once again. “That’s how pathetic you are. You need somethin’ in your life to cling on and that’s me. I’m your lifeline. Whether you like it or not, your heart knows you're bound to me. A year of fleetin’ kisses and light touches; I’ve not fucked you once and still yer this weak for me. I could only imagine how obedient you’ll be when I pop your precious cherry.”

“Fuck you,” Hot tears and mucus continue to run down your face as you unrelentingly held the pistol up to his chest. “Fuck you, Cooper. Maybe I won’t live long after I kill you, but I’ll be seeing you in hell.”

You pull the trigger only instead of a lead bullet, a foam-like bullet with a suction end sticks to his chest. It appears to be a strange child’s toy. You examine it with confusion before looking up at his fuming expression.

You begin to laugh nervously, dropping the toy on the ground to give a quirky shrug of your shoulders. “Oopsies.”

“I didn’t think I’d hide actual guns anywhere near the likes you, did you?” He sneers. “You fucking shot me.”

“But you didn’t die.”

“Anything you’ve got to say for yourself?”

You swallow the hard lump in your throat. “S-sorry…daddy.”

He raises his hand and you flinch, fearing that this’ll be the day he finally raises a hand on you. Instead, he places it on your head, petting it softly.

“My good girl,” He praises, much to your confusion. “What am I going to do with you?”

Your eyes sparkle with love and admiration, throwing yourself into his arms. “You still love me?”

“Of course, I still love you,” He coos, soothing a hand down your back that’s exposed by the style of your mini blue satin dress. “I’ve never had a woman love me this intensely. You almost killed me, woman. That makes me so hard.”

He guides your dainty hand over his hardening clothed cock. “Do you feel that, sugar?” He rasps. “You’ve done this to me simply for being crazy as shit. No woman’s ever made me feel this way, not even Barb..”

“Y-you mean that, daddy-o?”

“From the bottom of my heart,” He brushes his nose against yours. “Do you see how passionately in love we are for each other? You never have to question my devotion for you even if Barb’s around, no one could replace you. There’s just so many things you do that she could never do as good as you.”

“Like what?” You blink up innocently.

“You always know just the right thing to make me feel good.” He hints, sitting back on his executive chair with his legs spread.

You sink to your knees, sitting in between his legs. Cooper loves oral sex, both giving and receiving. He’s been so busy with work that rarely had time for either but you’ll gladly keep giving it up whenever you can. And maybe eventually, he’ll officially claim you in bed.

Your hands reach for his zipper when he halts your movements. He stares intensely into your eyes while wrapping one pigtail around his scarred hand. “You don’t deserve to taste me. You’ve maxed out your strikes for the day,” He begins to recount. “Strike one, you interrupted my meeting. Strike two, you were a rude pest. Strike three, you tried to kill me. For these reasons, I want you to sit beside me like a good little girl for the rest of my meeting. I shall have a punishment ready for you by then.”

“But—“

“Silence,” He tugs hard, forcing you to rise slightly. “I don’t want to hear a word out of you. I want you as silent as the ground I walk on. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You whine.

He places a kiss on your forehead before releasing you. With a push of a button, he makes an announcement on the intercom for his staff to lead his patrons back into the conference room.

“Remember, my dove: not a peep out of you.” He orders.

You watch on the rest of the meeting with awe, head in your hands as you dreamily sigh up at him as plotted away. After sometime, the members of his team exit the room after the Ghoul approves their dismissal.

Alone again at last, you hop into his lap, making the two of you spin in his upholstered chair. He humors you, forehead against yours and a reserved smile on his face.

“You were so amazing, daddy-o! I bet they’ll never think to underestimate you again. The plan is just diabolical!” You exclaim. “How are you real?”

“I ask myself this at times.” He replies smugly, rubbing circles in your back. If you continued to praise him like this, he just might disregard punishing you.

“I know I’ve been a bad girl and I don’t deserve it but may I please kiss you?” You ask, playing with his tie.

“You may.” He approves.

You squeal giddily before planting your lips onto his with a hungry desire that has you both moaning into the kiss. Your hands find comfort in his hair, ruining its assembly. Most days, Cooper would curse you for this but today he’s in such good spirits because everything is going his way. He slips his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

The telephone rings and he breaks away with a groan reaching for it on the table while his other hand continues to trace his fingers lightly up and down your back. While he’s occupied in conversation, you kiss all over his neck, leaving lipstick kisses behind.

“Excellent, I’ll be sure to watch.” He says with a smile.

“Daddy-o’?” You question.

He simply takes a remote off his desk and presses a button that mechanically parts the large velvet curtains to the side, revealing the big clear window behind it. Different colors burst into the sky of reds, greens, blues and yellow and you recognize them as actual fireworks.

You stand from his lap, walking over to the large window to gaze in at its glory. He’d successfully executed a plan you’d been telling him about for months; setting off an explosion at one of the milk factories that an ex owned. A factory far in the distance that you could see from the penthouse’s height, cursing it every day because it ruined your view of the city. And now Cooper has taken it out…for you. God, you love this man.

“Happy Anniversary, princess.” He says from behind, kissing you on your neck.

“This is the best thing anyone’s ever done for me,”Your eyes sparkle in the light, clapping and laughing with pure glee at the spectacle. “Oh, I could only imagine how funny it would have been to see the look on his face.”

Cooper presses another button and sure enough your ex is on the news, having a fit about it while you and Cooper laughed as if it were the funniest thing on earth.

Swept up by the moment, you kissed him passionately, messing up his makeup and your own as blended into an odd mix of colors.

His thick fingers find their way between your legs, moving past your damp panties to plunge into your hot, wet core. You gasp against his lips, nails sinking into his dress shirt for support as you grind down on them.

“I love you, Daddy.” You cry out happily, breathing quicken with the pumping of his fingers. If it weren’t for your back against the window, your buckling knees would have taken you down.

“I love you, too, sugar. You’re so good for me.” He praises, thrusting so particularly deep into you that your eyes cross and you gush your honeyed slick into his palm. “Always been daddy’s little monster.”

That name is enough to tip you over the edge, tightening your hand around his wrist when your orgasm finally hits you like a freight train. You whine and tremble when he continues his ministrations inside of you curling is finger perfectly while his meaty palm added friction to your throbbing clit. You’re sobbing at the overstimulation, soaking his hand, down your legs and his pants. He laughs at your catatonic state; the babbling and drool down your chin makes you look about as mad as an asylum patient. The aftershocks flow through you like a tidal wave as you shake against his hard body.

He’s only merciful to stop when you begin to clamp his hand between your thighs to keep him from moving any further.

When you come down, you give him a dopey smile and say, “Boy, seeing a building blow up like that makes me want to ‘blow’ something else?”

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Could you maybe do a child reader x Ozzie and fizzy? The details are up to you, I just want them to be my dads! Thanks❤️

AWE OMG ☹️☹️☹️☹️ MY FIRST OZZIE AND FIZZ ASK BLOWS UP (i love them a normal amount) YES!!! This will be more in a headcanon bc I have so many thoughts and if this was a fic i think i would spend a year on it LMFAOO- Reader will be around 11-13! Slightly older kid but still a kid at the end of the day!! Also because my tiktok feed is filled with lamb girl reader will also be a lambkin!! A good portion of the beginning is me explaining the lamb demon premise lol

To be love is to be changed | Fizzmodeus x Child! GN! Reader

Relationship: Familial Warnings: None!! Pretty fluffy!!

You weren’t the typical demon, looking more like the sheep in the overworld than any demon in hell. 

Soft fluffy wool covered your body, save for your face. Your rounded snout and big eyes with semi-long lashes differed from the other hellborn children. Black hooved for feet and hands, making it slightly inconvenient to do day-to-day tasks, however, your kin adapted. Visibly the image or purity in a place of debauchery. Seemingly the only speck of light in a place that was consumed with darkness.

Fizz was the one who found you in the greed ring, taking you in after seeing you steal from a Shark Demon. He liked the balls you had to do that (and was insanely worried that something would happen to you if you got caught.)

Since Fizz welcomed you with open arms, and you weren’t that much of a threat (you are literally a child lol), Asmodeus opened you with even wider arms.

Ozze is the mom while Fizz is the dad. Nothing you can say will change my mind on that.

While Fizz does fret over you, it is nothing compared to Ozzie. If Ozzie is at work and gets pulled aside to be told that you hurt yourself or are sick, he will cancel his show and head home immediately.

While Ozzie is a worryrat, he isn’t a helicopter parent. He actually believes that you need your independence, especially since you aren’t that young. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the hell version of Life 360. He tracks your ass so much that if he gets the low battery notif, he is calling you to tell you to charge your phone. 

Fizz on the other hand is more of the chaotic parent. As in you both are banned from the kitchen, both separately and alone. To make a long story short, it started with the fork on fire and escalated to the hallway mat being singed. If you look under the replacement mat, you can still see the scorched marks of soot that were just too hard to get out. But that doesn’t mean Fizz can’t be stern with you. If anything, you prefer it when Ozzie is stern, since it is a little eerie to you when his smile isn’t there. 

Do not be fooled, while they will give you some of the things you want. you will not be spoiled insanely. You still have to pick up around your room (they told the staff not to clean your room), and in turn, you get an allowance so you can buy the things you want. 

If you try to hustle them and tell them that the other hasn’t paid you to get double the amount, literally do not get caught. They won’t pay you for your next allowance LMFAO.

In the beginning, you only called them Fizz and Ozzie, which they respected. It made sense in their heads since they weren’t really your dads, and they kinda just picked you off the streets. However when you got comfortable enough to refer to them as your dads? They were over the moon and cried to each other. 

How you approached the topic with them was by having them sit down in the living room with you.

Ozzie and Fizz were sitting down on the couch as you paced the floor. You had invited them to the living room stating that you needed to talk and asked them to sit. Albeit they were very confused as to what you needed to talk about, and seeing the worry on your face, didn’t really help with the nerves. They were holding one another’s hand as a comfort. There was a brief moment where you stopped and looked at them, before turning and beginning to pace again. Fizz and Ozzie looked at one another, asking if the other knew what was going on and denying it.

“Uhh…Kid?” Fizz starts after a bit, looking back at Ozzie for a moment before he looks back at your pacing figure. “Is everything alright?”

Instead of answering, you stopped and looked at the two of them. You left the room, furthering their confusion. It didn’t take long for you to come back with a laptop, the same one they had gifted you after a month of your stay. You connected it to the TV and put on display a PowerPoint.

“REASONS AS TO WHY YOU SHOULD ADOPT ME AND LET ME CALL YOU MY DADS.”

You had made a PowerPoint to talk to them and ask them if it was okay if you could call them dad

In said PowerPoint, you gave all the reasons (most of which said that you were awesome) and benefits of adopting you (benefits were that they get a cool kid in turn). You also went over the possible dad name variations for them and the reasons behind them. You even gave the origins of the names which amused Fizz to no end.

To make a long teary heartfelt story short, they adopted you. 

However, they had to do so in a way that didn’t get the media’s attention. Just because they were celebrities and figureheads, doesn’t mean they want you in the spotlight. Rather they agreed to wait until you were either close to being or were an adult to even announce that you were their kid (if you wanted to).

This also means that if you wanted to go out, you couldn’t go out with either of them, since the media knows that they were together, it wasn’t too far out of the picture for them to have a kid. This also extends to you not going to hospitals, rather they get a physician to come to their place and check on your health. It is this whole thing where they have a security check the doctor for any decisions or any stuff that could record your existence. (Said physician is threatened that if anything about you was leaked, they would hunt him down personally.) So sadly not a lot of days out together, however, they make up for it with at-home movie nights, game nights, and even sleepovers.

Very keen on your privacy, both in the public and at home. They always knock and make sure to not do anything to cross any of your boundaries. 

Ozzie has to be careful not to talk about too much of his work around you. You may not be a little kid, but you are still a kid and he believes that no kid should be exposed to his field so early in their life. Fizz is also careful not to talk about Ozzie’s work and doesn’t go too in-depth about Mammon’s treatment around you. 

If you are prone to nightmares, they will both personally comfort you. Even if you feel silly about it, since in your tween mind, you are too old to have your dads wait for you to fall asleep because you were too scared, they don’t mind. They will drop whatever they are holding if it means making you comfortable. 

Overall very lovely parents, and they love you dearly. With you in their lives, they feel that they have changed for the better and they cannot imagine their lives without you. Seeing you as their shining light, as they continue to raise you, they hope that your bright light never diminishes.

omg dude i rewrote this so mant times because the first attempts were kinda depressing bawling NAYWAYS IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CAME OUT AND HOPE U GUYS ENJOYED HEHE