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moonlightdreamzz · 2 days ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY — YANG JUNGWON. ♡

goodnight and go

SUMMARY. It's your man's birthday, and you've pulled out all the stops to make sure it's the best one yet.

GENRE. Superrrrrr fluffy + Smut

THEMES. A continuation of Goodnight n Go. Established!Relationship, Idol!Jungwon x Reader, A day full of surprises!! Jungwon has had a very rough and tiring year. Be prepared to feel the feels.

WARNINGS. Mentions of alcohol, everyone gets drunk eventually, drunk birthday $ e x.

FEAT. All members of Enha + TXT members.

AUTHORS NOTE. Happy early birthday to my baby, Yang Jungwon. I forever love you. You deserve the world <333

“Roses are red, violets are blue…” you sing out loud, your eyes focused intently on the crisp white sheet of paper in front of you. Your pen taps rhythmically against the edge of the desk as you will something—anything—poetic to flow from your lips.

Your voice, unfortunately, isn’t half as good as Jay’s. He proves this by letting out a long, dramatic sigh from where he’s sitting across from you, glaring at you with pure disappointment.

“…Your rhymes are bad, and I don’t know what to do,” Jay cuts in, his eyebrows furrowing as he crosses his arms over his chest.

You pause mid-tap and look up at him, feigning offense. “Excuse me, Mr. Park Shakespeare. Where’s your masterpiece, huh?”

Jay smirks, holding up his phone like it’s a trophy. “Already sent. A voice memo. I serenaded him like the angel I am.”

You groan, throwing your head back in defeat before glaring at the nearly blank card on your desk. “Not all of us are blessed with vocal cords made of gold, Jay. Some of us have to work with this.” You wave the pen in his direction.

“Then work faster,” Jay shoots back, leaning back in his chair. “His first party starts in three hours, and that sad excuse for a card won’t write itself.”

“You’re talking about me, but don’t you have a cake to go pickup right about…” you look at the non existent watch on your left arm for dramatic effect before continuing, “now?”

His hands quickly reach behind him to grab the pillow that he was leaning on—your favorite pillow may you add, chucking it at you playfully before standing up. He brushes the invisible dirt off his pants on his journey to slide his shoes on that rested in front of your door.

“You know, I come here to not feel like I’m with Jungwon, but then you act just like him.”

“Well they don’t call us bestfriends to lovers for no reason, now do they?” You snicker, stealthily grabbing your pillow that he threw and returning the favor. It bounces off his back

Jay turns around, catching the pillow mid-bounce before glaring at you. “You’re lucky it’s his birthday tomorrow, or I’d—”

“You’d what? Throw another pillow? Oh no, Jay, not the cushions!” you tease, laughing as he shakes his head in mock annoyance.

He slips his shoes on and pulls out his phone, muttering something about being surrounded by children before glancing back at you. “Alright, I’m off. Try not to stress too much, okay? The card looks fine. And don’t let Jungwon’s puppy eyes make you spiral into thinking you need to write him an epic poem or something.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave him off with a grin. “Don’t forget the cake! And text me when you get there!”

Jay points at you as he opens the door. “Text me if you need anything.”

“Will do,” you salute as the door closes behind him.

The apartment falls quiet again, and you glance at the clock. Just a little over two hours until the clock strikes midnight and you get to surprise Jungwon with the start of what would hopefully be his best birthday yet.

You pick up the card again, running your fingers over the envelope. The words you’d written earlier suddenly feel inadequate. Jay was right—Jungwon would be happy with just spending time together. But he meant too much to you to settle for “just.”

You tuck the card back into your bag, grab the gift, and head into your bedroom to check on the other surprises you had planned for tomorrow. As you smooth out the edges of the decorations and double-check the little details, a text pops up on your phone.

Jay: Cake secured. Looks too good to be real. Don’t screw this up, Shakespeare.

You snort, typing back a quick response.

You: Just focus on getting it here in one piece. I’ve got everything else under control.

As you smooth out the wrapping paper on the little box, your thoughts drift to the last few months—how everything shifted the night you and Jungwon built gingerbread houses together. It was supposed to be a simple holiday tradition, but somehow, by the end of the night, there’d been flour in his hair, icing on your cheeks, and a kiss so soft it felt like a dream.

Now, months later, the tension that used to linger between you both had melted away. There were no more stolen glances, no more unspoken confessions. Just him, loving you in ways you never even thought to ask for, and you, loving him back with everything you had.

You glance at the clock again. 9:57 PM. Two hours until midnight, and for the first time, you get to be the one to make Jungwon feel special on his birthday.

Jay’s words echo in your head. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger. But what Jay didn’t know—what no one really understood—was just how much Jungwon had you wrapped around his.

The way he always manages to make you feel safe, no matter what chaos life throws your way. His love shines so clearly in how attentive he is, always noticing when you’re stressed or tired, even before you do. The quiet way he folds your blanket when you leave it on the couch. The way he checks in on you, not with grand gestures but with little questions like, Did you eat? Are you warm enough?

And then there’s his unique way of thinking that keeps you on your toes. The way his eyes light up when he gets passionate about something, how he always challenges you to see the world in new ways. He’s thoughtful and curious, always asking questions that make you stop and think.

But it’s his passion that really leaves you breathless—the fire he hides beneath that calm exterior. He loves with an intensity that catches you off guard sometimes. Like how he randomly grabs your hand in public, tugging you closer with that confident grin, or the way his kisses always seem just a little more passionate than the last.

And the way he looks at you… it’s like you’re the only person in the world.

Jay would say you’re being dramatic. Maybe you are. But it’s hard not to be when it comes to Jungwon.

The sound of your phone buzzing pulls you from your thoughts. You grab it and see his name on the screen.

Jungwon: Are you still with Jay?

You smile, typing back quickly.

You: Nope, he left. It’s just me now.

Jungwon: Good. I don’t like sharing you with him for too long.

You laugh, warmth blooming in your chest. It’s such a Jungwon thing to say—playful but with just enough honesty that you can feel the weight behind it.

You: Possessive much?

Jungwon: Only with you.

Biting your lip, you set the phone down, unable to stop smiling. You’re about to spend his birthday with him in a way you never imagined just a year ago. Back then, he was your best friend, and now… now, he’s the person you can’t picture life without.

As you gather the last few decorations, you make a mental note to thank past you for saying yes to that first kiss.

Midnight couldn’t come fast enough.

You park outside the HYBE building, your fingers gripping the steering wheel as you try to calm the nervous energy bubbling inside you. The whole ride over, you couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot, but how could you not? You’re the worst at keeping surprises, and Jungwon—being as perceptive as he is—has probably already picked up on the fact that you’re up to something.

You check your phone one last time, scanning through messages from his members and the other idols crammed into your apartment right now.

Jay: He better cry. I’m not doing this again.

Sunghoon: Make sure you stall him if we’re still lighting candles when you get here.

Taehyun: Don’t let him figure it out, or I’m telling everyone how bad you are at holding your liquor.

You roll your eyes with a laugh, texting back a quick thumbs-up before stepping out of the car. Jungwon’s already waiting for you by the doors, bundled in a long coat and scarf.

His face lights up the second he sees you, his smile soft and familiar as he jogs over to the car. “Hey,” he says, sliding into the passenger seat, his tone warm and teasing. “You’re early. That’s new.”

“Wow, hello to you too,” you say, pretending to be offended. But your grin gives you away.

Jungwon leans back in his seat, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he studies you. “What’s with the smile?”

“What smile?” you deflect, starting the car and pulling out onto the road.

“The one that says you’re hiding something,” he replies easily, cutting straight to the point.

Your heart skips, and you quickly look out the window to avoid his gaze. “I’m just happy to see you, birthday boy.”

“Uh-huh,” he hums, clearly unconvinced. But he doesn’t press further, instead resting his arm on the center console so his hand is close to yours.

The drive feels both too long and too short. Every passing minute makes your excitement grow, but you’re also painfully aware of how close you are to giving yourself away. When you finally pull into your apartment complex, you cut the engine and glance over at him.

“Okay, close your eyes,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

Jungwon raises a brow. “What?”

“Just do it!” you laugh, reaching over to cover his eyes with your hands.

He chuckles, the sound warm and familiar. “You’re so bad at this, you know that?”

“Shut up and trust me,” you say, stepping out of the car and walking around to his side.

He keeps his eyes closed like you asked, though you can tell he’s holding back a smile. You guide him up the stairs to your apartment, your hands lightly on his shoulders to steer him.

When you finally reach the door, you take a deep breath, barely able to contain your excitement. You push it open, leading him inside before dropping your hands.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Open your eyes.”

Jungwon blinks a few times, adjusting to the dim light. His jaw drops the second he takes in the room.

His members are the first thing he notices, all grinning at him like they’ve won the lottery. “Happy birthday!” they yell in unison, their voices echoing through the room.

But it doesn’t stop there. He sees Taehyun, Soobin, and a few other friends from other groups, all cheering and laughing as he stands frozen in the doorway. The walls are decorated with baby pictures and birthday banners, and the table is covered in gifts, letters, and a cake that’s lit with candles.

Jungwon turns to you, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. “What is this?”

“It’s for you,” you say, biting your lip nervously. “Surprise.”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, his eyes darting from the decorations to the faces of everyone who showed up. Then his gaze lands on you, softening as he shakes his head with a laugh.

“You’re unbelievable,” he says, his voice filled with warmth.

“And you’re welcome,” Jay calls from across the room, already holding up a tray of shots. “Now, come on, birthday boy, we’ve got a lot of embarrassing toasts to make.”

“And don’t forget shot o clock!” Jake yells seemingly from the darkness.”

Jungwon glances around the room, his heart swelling as he takes in the scene again. His members are goofing off, Taehyun is teasing Sunghoon about something, and Jay is still holding court over the shots table like he owns it. But through all the noise and laughter, his gaze keeps drifting back to you.

You’re standing by the table, quietly fixing a balloon that got knocked out of place. You’re not even looking at him, but there’s something about the way you carry yourself—so sure, so thoughtful, so you—that has him rooted to the spot.

The past year flashes in his mind. It’s been the best year of his life, no question. He got you, the girl he’d quietly loved for so long, the one who knew him better than anyone else. And somehow, despite his flaws, you’d loved him back with an intensity he never thought he deserved.

But it hasn’t been easy.

Being leader means there’s never really an “off” switch. He’s constantly juggling responsibilities, navigating the needs of his members, the demands of the company, and the weight of expectations from the fans. It’s a role he takes seriously—it’s who he is—but it’s also exhausting.

The late nights spent writing and recording. The endless meetings and rehearsals. The pressure to be a pillar of strength when his members need him, even when he feels like he’s crumbling inside.

Some days, he barely has time to breathe.

And yet, through all the chaos, there’s you.

You, who seem to know exactly when he needs to hear your voice. You, who show up at just the right time, armed with his favorite snack or a silly joke to lighten his mood. You, who love him not because he’s Jungwon of ENHYPEN, but because he’s Jungwon, the boy who eats his cereal too slowly and hums when he’s concentrating.

Standing here now, with you and everyone he cares about in the same room, he feels seen in a way he hasn’t in a long time. Not as a leader. Not as an idol. But as a person.

And God, does it mean everything.

His chest tightens as the realization hits him: this—you—is his safe place. The one thing that’s kept him grounded through it all.

“Hey,” you call softly, pulling him from his thoughts. You’ve noticed him staring, and your brow furrows in that adorable way it does when you’re worried about him. “You okay?”

He nods, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah,” he says, his voice quiet but steady. “I’m more than okay.”

“Alright, everybody!” you call, clapping your hands together and stepping behind the makeshift bar you set up on your kitchen counter. “It’s officially shock o’clock! Who’s ready to turn Jungwon into a real 21-year-old tonight?”

A loud cheer erupts from the room, and Jungwon groans, his head falling into his hands as he sits on the couch. “Why do I feel like this is going to haunt me tomorrow?” he mutters, though there’s a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Because it will!” Sunghoon yells, already reaching for one of the brightly colored shot glasses you laid out.

You grin and pick up the bottle of Ciroc, the cool glass catching the light as you wave it in the air. “Y’all, I’ve been waiting all week to make this boy take his first real shot,” you say, pouring a generous amount into a shaker. “So, as your certified bartender for the night, let’s kick this off the right way!”

Jay leans against the counter, giving you a skeptical look. “You know you’re not certified, right?”

“Certified by vibes, Jay. Vibes,” you reply, adding a splash of fruit juice to the mix before giving the shaker an overly dramatic shake.

The room is alive with laughter and music as you pour the first round of shots, the bright liquid glinting in the light. One by one, everyone grabs a glass—Taehyun’s eyes light up as he claims the lime green one, while Sunoo and Jake argue over who gets the pink one.

Finally, you grab a shot glass for yourself and hold it up, nodding toward Jungwon. “Okay, birthday boy, this one’s for you. No backing out now.”

He stands reluctantly, his expression a mix of amusement and mild horror. “You really won’t let me sit this one out, huh?”

“Absolutely not,” you say, your grin mischievous. “You deserve to let loose for once. So, here’s the deal: tonight, you’re not leader Jungwon. You’re just Jungwon. And we’re going to celebrate like crazy because, for once, you’re not allowed to be responsible.”

The room cheers in agreement, and Jungwon lets out a laugh, shaking his head. “Fine. One shot.”

“One?” Sunghoon says, pretending to be offended. “Nah, it’s shock o’clock all night, my guy.”

Jungwon takes the glass from your hand, his fingers brushing yours. He looks at you, a quiet fondness in his eyes that makes your heart skip. “You really planned all this for me?”

You nod, your voice softening. “Of course I did. You deserve to have fun, Won. Just… let me take care of you tonight, okay?”

His lips curve into a small, genuine smile, and he raises the glass. “Alright. Let’s go.”

The room counts down—“Three, two, one!”—and everyone throws back their shots, the air immediately filling with the sound of gasps, laughter, and groans.

Jungwon coughs slightly, his eyes wide as he sets the glass down. “What was that?”

“Freedom,” you reply with a wink, already pouring the next round.

1:00AM

As the night goes on, you make it your mission to keep the energy alive. You mix drinks with questionable accuracy, cheer the loudest during impromptu dance battles, and even drag Jungwon into a game of flip cup that ends with him laughing so hard he can barely stand.

And for the first time in a long time, you see him completely let go.

His laughter fills the room, his shoulders relax, and there’s a lightness to him that makes your heart swell. He’s not worried about schedules or responsibilities. He’s just Jungwon, a 21-year-old boy surrounded by people who love him.

The room is a swirling mess of laughter and slurred words, the empty Ciroc bottle now serving as the centerpiece for an increasingly wild game of Truth or Dare. Jay and Jake are collapsed on the couch, practically crying with laughter over some inside joke, while Sunoo is doubled over after losing a dare that involved chugging a questionable mix of soda and melted ice cream.

You, still feeling a pleasant buzz but mostly sober, keep a watchful eye on Jungwon, who’s slouched on the floor with flushed cheeks and a lazy grin. He’s definitely the drunkest, though his giggles and the way he clings to your arm are undeniably cute.

“You okay, birthday boy?” you whisper, leaning down so only he can hear.

He nods, blinking up at you with half-lidded eyes. “I’m great,” he mumbles. Then, with a goofy smile, he adds, “You’re so pretty. Have I told you that yet?”

Your heart squeezes, but you shake your head with a laugh. “Not in the last five minutes.”

“Hey! No whispering!” Sunghoon shouts, pointing dramatically at the two of you. “It’s your turn, Jungwon!”

Jungwon sits up straighter, wobbling a little as he tries to focus. “Fine! Truth.”

“Oh, we’re not going easy on you,” Taehyun says, his sharp gaze playful as he leans forward. “Alright, truth: who’s your celebrity crush?”

The room bursts into a chorus of “Oooohs,” and Jungwon scrunches his nose, clearly trying to think through the haze of alcohol. “That’s easy,” he slurs, pointing at you without hesitation. “Y/N’s my crush. And my girlfriend. And she’s way better than any celebrity.”

Your face heats up as everyone howls with laughter and cheers.

“Dude, we meant besides her,” Jay says, shaking his head, though he’s clearly amused.

“Well, that’s my answer,” Jungwon says stubbornly, crossing his arms like a pouty kid.

Your heart swells, and you squeeze his hand gently. “You’re so cute,” you whisper, but he doesn’t hear you over Sunoo daring Taehyun to serenade Sunghoon.

The game continues, the dares growing more ridiculous and the truths more revealing. Jake gets dared to text his old high school crush, while Sunghoon reluctantly admits he once fell off stage during a rehearsal and blamed it on a tech issue.

When it’s Jungwon’s turn again, Taehyun smirks. “Alright, leader-nim. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” Jungwon says, his words slightly slurred but still clear enough to understand.

“Tell us the sweetest thing Y/N’s ever done for you,” Taehyun challenges, a knowing grin on his face.

Jungwon’s expression softens instantly, his gaze locking onto yours. For a moment, it’s like the rest of the room fades away.

“Everything she does is sweet,” he says quietly, his voice warm and sincere. “But… I think the sweetest thing is just how much she cares. Like tonight.” He gestures around the room, his eyes glossy but full of emotion. “She didn’t have to do all this, but she did. She always does. She makes me feel like… like I’m not just the leader. Like I’m not just some idol.”

The room falls silent, everyone staring at Jungwon in awe.

“She makes me feel loved,” he finishes, his words stumbling a little but hitting straight to your heart. “And I love her for that. I love her so much.”

Your breath catches, and tears prick the corners of your eyes. You lean down, cupping his face in your hands as you whisper, “I love you too, Jungwon.”

The spell is broken when Sunghoon shouts, “Oh my God, you two are disgusting!”

Jungwon sticks his tongue out at him, and you laugh, brushing his hair back from his face. “Alright, that’s enough truth or dare for him,” you say, helping him up. “I think the birthday boy needs some water.”

The room erupts in protests, but you ignore them, guiding Jungwon toward the kitchen. As he leans heavily against you, he mumbles, “I meant it, you know. I really love you.”

“I know, baby,” you say softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “And I really love you too.”

Back in the living room, the chaos is still going strong. Jay is attempting to freestyle a birthday rap with Sunoo beatboxing (poorly), while Taehyun cheers them on from the couch. Jungwon, now armed with a glass of water you forced him to drink, flops back onto the floor beside you, watching the scene from the kitchenwith a lazy grin.

“Hey,” he slurs suddenly, turning to you with squinted eyes, “why aren’t you drunk?”

You blink, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean? I am drunk!”

Jungwon snorts, leaning closer as if to inspect you. “You’re a liar,” he says, poking your cheek. “I’ve seen you drunk, and it’s not this. You get all giggly and… and you can’t even walk straight.”

“I can’t walk straight now!” you argue, laughing as you shove his shoulder.

He shakes his head dramatically, pointing a wobbly finger at you. “Nope. Not buying it. You got me drunk—got all of us drunk—but you’re over here being all… responsible and sober. Not fair.”

“I’m not being responsible!” you protest, standing up with an exaggerated stumble for effect. “See? Totally buzzed.”

Jungwon raises an unimpressed eyebrow, then grins mischievously. “Prove it.”

You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes. “Prove what?”

“Take a shot,” he challenges, reaching for the Ciroc bottle. “Take three, actually. Match me.”

“Oh, I’m matching you?” you ask, your voice laced with playful defiance. “Bet.”

The group catches wind of the exchange and immediately starts chanting, “SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!” like a rowdy audience at a college party.

“Don’t do it, Y/N!” Sunoo warns dramatically. “He’s trying to corrupt you!”

“I don’t need his help!” you shoot back, snatching the bottle from Jungwon’s hand. “Let’s go!”

You pour the first shot and down it without hesitation, the burn making your face scrunch up as everyone cheers. Jungwon watches you with wide, amused eyes, clearly impressed.

“Another,” he says, leaning closer, his grin turning sly. “C’mon, baby, keep up.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you warn, pouring a second shot and throwing it back just as quickly.

The crowd erupts again, but your focus stays locked on Jungwon, who’s leaning in even closer now. His warm, alcohol-flushed face is just inches from yours, and his hand brushes your thigh as he steadies himself.

“You’re really doing it,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Please,” you tease, pouring the third shot. “You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

But as you lift the glass to your lips, Jungwon’s hand catches yours, his eyes darkening ever so slightly. “Wait,” he says, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Lemme help you.”

Before you can ask what he means, he tips the glass toward your mouth himself, his gaze never leaving yours. You let him, the shot burning your throat as his free hand slides up your back to your neck, pulling you closer.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear.

Your breath hitches, the mix of alcohol and his touch sending a rush of heat through you. “You’re drunk,” you whisper back, though your voice wavers.

“Yeah,” he admits, his lips now grazing your jaw. “Drunk in love with you.”

The room around you fades into the background noise of laughter and cheers as Jungwon’s kisses trail down to your neck. His hands find your waist, pulling you onto his lap, and you feel his breath against your skin, warm and intoxicating.

“You’re matching me now,” he whispers, his voice low and teasing. “But I think you need one more shot.”

“I’ll take it,” you say, your own boldness surprising you. “If you take it with me.”

Jungwon grins, his lips brushing yours. “Deal.”

You pour two more shots, the tension between you thick enough to drown out everything else. As you clink glasses and down them together, his hands tighten around your waist, and you know this night is far from over.

2:25AM

The party was in full swing now, the bass from Young Nudy’s Peaches and Eggplants rattling the walls of your apartment. The music, the drinks, the flashing LED lights you set up earlier—all of it had turned your cozy little space into a full-blown club.

Your careful planning was paying off, too. A pile of pillows and blankets was stacked in the corner for when the inevitable “too drunk to drive” moment arrived, which you knew was only a matter of time. You’d even stocked up on water bottles and ibuprofen for the morning-after chaos.

But for now, the only thing on your mind was Jungwon.

“Y/N, let him breathe for a second!” Sunghoon hollered from across the room, a teasing grin plastered on his face.

“Like you’re not going to be wrapped up with someone in 10 minutes,” you fired back, throwing a playful glare in his direction.

Jungwon, who was securely stationed behind you, laughed against your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips to keep you steady as you swayed to the beat. The warmth of his touch burned through the fabric of your dress, and every time you shifted your weight, you felt him tighten his hold on you like he was trying to memorize the moment.

“You’re too good at this,” he mumbled into your ear, his voice low and slightly slurred.

“At what?” you asked, tossing a cheeky smile over your shoulder.

“Everything,” he replied without hesitation, his eyes gleaming under the party lights. “Planning this, dancing like this… driving me insane like this.”

“Good,” you teased, leaning back against his chest.

“Good?” he repeated, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re lucky there’s a room full of people here right now.”

Your stomach flipped at his words, but before you could respond, Sunoo appeared beside you, holding up a bottle of tequila like it was a trophy. “Dance floor shots! Let’s go!”

The crowd cheered, and you found a small plastic cup being shoved into your hand. Jungwon reluctantly released his grip on you as Sunoo poured, but his other hand stayed at your waist, possessively.

“Cheers to Jungwon!” Sunoo yelled, lifting his own cup in the air.

“To Jungwon!” everyone echoed, and you both tossed back your drinks.

As the burn hit your throat, you turned back to Jungwon, who was already watching you with that mischievous grin you loved so much. The alcohol had fully hit you now, making the edges of your vision blur and your inhibitions dissolve into the music.

“Let’s dance,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him back into the middle of the room.

This time, there was no hesitation. Jungwon’s hands found your waist again, guiding you as you moved in sync to the beat. You let yourself go completely, swaying and grinding against him as the music pulsed around you.

“You’re dangerous,” he muttered against your neck, his breath warm and heavy.

“You love it,” you shot back, your voice dripping with confidence.

“I do,” he admitted, his hands sliding down your sides. “But I don’t think I can wait much longer, baby.”

Your heart raced as his lips brushed against your ear again, his voice dropping even lower. “Tell me everyone’s got a place to sleep tonight, because I need you all to myself.”

You turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as your lips brushed his. “I planned for everything,” you whispered, your voice soft but sultry.

“Good,” he murmured, closing the gap between you.

The world around you faded as his lips captured yours, his hands pulling you flush against him. The cheers and hollers from your friends became distant background noise as you got lost in the moment.

But Jungwon didn’t stop there. He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze dark and full of unspoken promises. “Let’s get to that bed, Y/N,” he whispered.

You didn’t need to be told twice. With a knowing smile, you grabbed his hand and started leading him toward the bedroom, the rest of the party disappearing behind you.

As soon as the door to your bedroom clicked shut behind you, Jungwon was on you, his lips crashing into yours with a hunger that made your knees weak. His hands framed your face before sliding down to your waist, pulling you close as he backed you up toward the bed.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” you teased between kisses, your words a little breathless from the intensity.

“It’s my birthday,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and gravelly. “I get to do whatever I want, right?”

You didn’t argue.

The backs of your knees hit the bed, and you let him guide you down onto the soft mattress. He followed without hesitation, hovering over you as his lips trailed from your mouth to your jawline, and then down to your neck. The weight of his body against yours was grounding, but the way his hands explored every inch of you sent your heart racing.

“Jungwon…” you whispered, your fingers threading through his hair as he pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone. “Wait,” you say, your voice breathy and slurred with the alcohol still coursing through your system. He groans, clearly not happy about the interruption. “I have to give you your first gift before you get your… last gift of the night.” You bite your lip, a teasing glint in your eye.

Jungwon chuckles softly, leaning his forehead against yours. “You’re killing me here, Y/N.”

You giggle, taking a step back and swaying slightly as you try to steady yourself. “Patience, birthday boy.”

Still buzzing with excitement, you clear your throat dramatically and start singing Happy Birthday—off-key, loud, and completely unhinged. Jungwon bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach as he doubles over. “Oh my God, you’re so drunk,” he teases between laughs, his eyes crinkling in the way that makes your heart flutter.

“Shut up! This is serious,” you reply, wagging a finger at him. You finish the song with a theatrical bow, nearly tripping in the process, and he catches you with ease.

“You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, but his smile is so soft, so full of love, that it makes your cheeks burn.

“Okay, okay, focus,” you say, stumbling over to your dresser. You pull out a small red Cartier box and turn to face him, holding it up like it’s the Holy Grail. His eyes widen immediately.

“Y/N… what did you do?”

You smile shyly, stepping closer and opening the box to reveal a sleek, gold Cartier bracelet. “Happy birthday, Jungwon. You deserve this—and so much more.”

His jaw drops as he stares at the bracelet, speechless. “This is… Y/N, this is too much.”

“Shh,” you cut him off, clasping the bracelet onto his wrist with unsteady hands. “You’re worth every penny.”

As soon as the bracelet is secure, you pull out your next gift: a silver chain with your name on it. “So you can take me everywhere,” you say with a giggle, draping it around his neck. His fingers brush over the pendant, and for a moment, you think he might cry.

“Y/N…”

“Wait, there’s one more,” you interrupt, suddenly serious. You grab a folded piece of paper from your nightstand—the letter you’d been agonizing over all day. “This one… this one’s really important.”

Jungwon looks at you with wide, curious eyes as he takes the paper from your hand. He sits down on the edge of the bed, carefully unfolding it. His expression softens as he begins to read, and you feel your heart racing in your chest.

Jungwon,

Where do I even start? There are a million things I could say about you, but I’ll try to keep this from turning into a novel.

This past year with you has been the best year of my life. I never thought I’d find someone who could see me the way you do—who could make me feel so safe, so wanted, so loved. But then you came along, and you’ve shown me over and over again what love really looks like.

You work so hard every day, and I see how much you carry on your shoulders. You give your heart to everyone—your members, your fans, your family—and you rarely stop to take care of yourself. But that’s where I come in, okay? I want to be the person who makes it easier for you to breathe. I want to be your home, your peace, your everything—because that’s what you are to me.

I know you don’t always feel like you deserve the good things in life, but you do, Jungwon. You deserve everything. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving that to you, if you’ll let me.

Thank you for being you. For loving me. For letting me love you.

Happy birthday, my love.

Forever yours,

Y/N

By the time he finishes, his hands are trembling slightly, and he looks up at you with glossy eyes.

“You really did all of this for me?” he asks, his voice thick with emotion.

“Of course I did,” you reply softly, sitting beside him. “You deserve to feel loved and celebrated, Jungwon. You’ve given so much of yourself to everyone else. This year… I wanted to give something back to you.”

He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks. “I don’t even know what to say,” he whispers, his lips hovering just above yours.

“Don’t say anything,” you murmur, leaning in to kiss him deeply. “Just let me love you tonight.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes glassy but filled with so much emotion that it almost overwhelmed you. “Y/N,” he said softly, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I don’t even know how to say this right, but… thank you.”

“For what?” you asked, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat.

“For all of this,” he said, gesturing vaguely toward the party still raging on the other side of the door. “For tonight. For… for being you. You didn’t have to go this hard, but you did. You always do.”

You felt your cheeks flush under his gaze. “You deserve it,” you said simply, reaching up to cup his cheek.

His lips curved into a small smile as he leaned into your touch. “You make me feel like I deserve it,” he admitted, his voice cracking just slightly. “And that’s crazy to me. I never thought I’d get to feel this way about someone. I never thought someone would care about me like this.”

“Jungwon…”

“No, let me say this,” he interrupted gently, his thumb tracing small circles on your hip. “I suck at talking about my feelings, but I need you to know this. The past year has been insane—like, absolutely insane. I’ve been exhausted, overwhelmed, questioning if I can even keep up sometimes… but you? You make it all worth it. Every single hard day, every single doubt—it doesn’t matter because I have you.”

Tears stung the corners of your eyes as you listened to him pour his heart out. “Won…”

“And tonight?” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s only been my birthday for, what, three hours? And it’s already one of the best nights of my life. All because of you.”

You didn’t have words to respond, so you didn’t try. Instead, you pulled him down into a deep, slow kiss, pouring all your love into it.

When he pulled back, his expression had shifted slightly, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “You’re amazing, Y/N,” he said, his lips brushing against yours. “Can I show you how amazing you are? Please?”

You barely had time to process his words before his hands were slipping under the hem of your dress, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that was somehow even more intense than the last.

“That’s what you want for your birthday?” Your eyes flutter as you feel his warm fingertips navigating themselves home, each tap driving you more insane and impatient.

“That’s what I want for my birthday.”

You want to let him have what he wants so bad, because you know after everything you did for him to tonight, he was going to fuck you until you couldn’t hear, see, or do anything other than cum and cry. But it’s his birthday. And he was too grateful and sweet to ask for your mouth—but you know deep down, his length is aching for the feeling of your warm, salivated mouth, going up and down on his length. He loves to see you on your knees, talking him in like the good girl you are, swallowing everything he has, all for you.

Your right hand sneaks around his throat seductively, making him swallow intensely. He loves when you show him who he belongs to, you can hear it in his erratic breathing, and see it in his eyes that shut tight the second he felt your hand. You press your lips to his once more, sensually grazing your tongue against bus own. “That’s so sweet, baby.” You peck, before leaving a trace of your lips from his lips, to his jaw, to his ear. “And I’m going to let you have what you want. But first,”

His breath hitches as your hand tightens around his throat, his eyes darkening with a mix of lust and submission. He loves this—loves when you take control, when you remind him who he belongs to. His cock twitches against your thigh, already hard and aching for your touch. You can feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body trembles slightly under your grip.

"Please," he whispers, his voice rough and desperate. "I need you."

You smirk, pulling back just enough to see the hunger in his eyes. "You need me, huh?" you tease, your voice low and sultry. "What do you need, baby? Tell me."

He groans, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I need your mouth," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to feel your lips around me, your tongue—fuck, Y/N, please."

You release your grip on his throat, trailing your fingers down his chest until you reach the waistband of his pants. You can feel the heat of his cock through the fabric, and you take your time, teasing him as you slowly undo the button and pull down the zipper. His breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you finally free his length, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing.

"Look at you," you murmur, wrapping your fingers around his shaft and giving him a slow, deliberate stroke. "So hard for me already. You really do need me, don't you?"

He nods, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he tries to keep himself from thrusting into your hand. "Yes," he breathes. "I need you so bad."

You lean in, your lips brushing against the tip of his cock before you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head. He moans, his hips jerking as you take him deeper, your lips sliding down his length until he hits the back of your throat. You relax, letting him push even further, your nose pressing against his pelvis as you take all of him.

"Fuck," he groans, his hands tangling in your hair as you begin to move, your mouth working him with a rhythm that has him seeing stars. You can feel him throbbing in your mouth, the taste of him driving you wild as you suck and lick, your tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his cock.

His moans grow louder, more desperate, and you know he's close. You pull back, letting his cock slip from your mouth with a wet pop, and look up at him with a wicked grin. "Not yet," you say, your voice dripping with mischief. "I want to make you beg for it."

He whimpers, his cock twitching as you stroke him slowly, your thumb brushing over the tip and spreading the precum that's gathered there. "Please," he begs, his voice breaking. "Please, Y/N, I need to cum. I need to feel you."

You smile, leaning in to take him into your mouth once more, your hand working the base of his cock as you suck him hard and fast. His hips buck, his fingers tightening in your hair as he thrusts into your mouth, his moans growing louder and more frantic. You can feel him pulsing, his cock swelling as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

"Y/N," he gasps, his voice strained. "I'm gonna—fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

You hum around his cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge as he explodes in your mouth, his cum flooding your throat as you swallow every last drop. He moans your name, his body trembling as he rides out the waves of pleasure, his cock twitching as you continue to suck him through his orgasm.

The two of you sit there for a moment; you pressing soft kisses to his length while he takes deep breaths in attempt to get himself together. It’s amusing to see how riled up he already is, and he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

A seductive chuckle from Jungwon breaks your brief pause. “You love me, don’t you.” He slurs, still in disbelief of how amazing that just felt.

Your head leans to the left, your eyes filled with fake innocence as your cheek rests gently on his thigh. “You know I love you, baby.”

His head lifts, and his eyes—those eyes that always have a way of making you melt—are burning into you, speaking a thousand words without uttering a single one. The unspoken message is clear: You’re his, and he’s utterly obsessed with you. Every part of you, inside and out, and he always will be. You’re stuck with him

His gaze confirms what his tone already warned you—you weren’t in control anymore, and you wouldn’t be for the rest of the night. His eyes summon you to slowly rise from his thigh, crawling up his body, your eyes refusing to leave his.

9:00AM

The sun filters softly through the curtains as you stir awake, tangled in a mess of sheets and limbs. Jungwon is pressed against you, his arm draped lazily over your waist, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes steadily. His bare skin is warm against yours, and the memories of last night flicker through your mind like a reel of fireworks.

You smile to yourself, brushing a strand of hair from his face as you press a kiss to his forehead. “Happy birthday, baby,” you whisper. He doesn’t stir, just buries his face further into your neck, muttering something incoherent in his sleep.

Not wanting to disturb him, you carefully slide out of bed, grabbing his phone to FaceTime his parents. They answer on the second ring, their faces lighting up with joy.

“Y/N!” his mom greets warmly, her voice soft but full of excitement. “Where’s the birthday boy?”

You tilt the camera toward Jungwon, who’s still sprawled out in bed, looking utterly peaceful. “Still knocked out,” you chuckle. “But I wanted you to see him on his big day.”

His parents laugh, their love for him evident even through the screen. “Thank you for taking care of him,” his dad says sincerely.

“Of course,” you reply. “He’s my favorite person.”

After a short conversation, you promise to call them back later when Jungwon’s awake and hang up. You tiptoe out of the room, pulling on one of Jungwon’s oversized shirts and heading into the living room.

The sight waiting for you is nothing short of hilarious. Your apartment looks like the aftermath of a wild sleepover. Pillows and blankets are scattered everywhere, with guests passed out in various states of disarray. Sunoo is curled up on the couch with Taehyun, both of them snoring softly. Heeseung is somehow asleep in the kitchen, his head resting on the table, while Jake and Jay are sprawled out on the floor, their arms flung over each other like they’d just survived a battle.

You stifle a laugh, feeling a swell of pride for pulling off such a perfect night. Even though your apartment looks like a tornado hit it, it was all worth it.

You start picking up stray cups and plates, humming softly to yourself. As you’re gathering a pile of empty bottles, you feel a familiar warmth and weight of someone’s gaze on you.

Turning toward the hallway, you find Jungwon leaning against the wall, his hair messy, his bare chest illuminated by the soft morning light. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his signature bedroom look, and his lips curve into a sleepy, playful smile.

“You’re not seriously trying to clean up by yourself, are you?” he murmurs, his voice still rough from sleep.

You grin at him, setting down the bottles. “Someone has to, and everyone else is… well, indisposed.”

He pushes off the wall and walks toward you, his gaze softening with every step. When he reaches you, his hands slide around your waist, pulling you close. “Come back to bed,” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear. “We’ll clean everything up later. Together. But right now, I just want you.”

You bite your lip, looking up at him. “You sure? The place is a mess.”

“I don’t care,” he says, his forehead resting against yours. “Last night was perfect. You’re perfect. Let me spend my birthday morning with you, not cleaning up after everyone else.”

Your heart melts at his words, and you let him guide you back toward the bedroom. He pulls you under the covers, wrapping you in his arms and holding you close.

“Happy birthday, Jungwon,” you whisper again, your voice soft.

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Best birthday ever, baby. And it’s only just started.”

And in that moment, with him holding you like you’re the only thing that matters, you know he means it.

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viharbinger · 8 months ago

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If you haven’t done it yet

Would it be a problem if you wrote Kenji sato dating headcanons?

Thank you in advance <3

Ken Sato Dating Headcannons

pairings: Kenji Sato x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of marriage

a/n: Ty for requesting this I luv doing hcs

Bike Dates

— Oh yes. He's going to take you out on romantic dates on his bike. He'd get you a helmet to your own liking as well, with all that money he has lying around

Of course if you don't like riding bikes, you can always ride with him on his 20 other different expensive sport cars.

But with the bike, he'd make sure you don't feel uncomfortable and if he feels you slipping your hands away from his waist, he'd pull it back up at a red traffic light. "Keep that on me, ya?" His voice was muffled over his helmet and the humming of the bike, yet it was so attractive, your cheeks were flushed.

First Aid

Of course..... Being the significant other of Tokyo's Ultraman and a famous baseball player means you've got your work cut out for you. It isn't uncommon for him to come home looking like a beat up puppy.

"I think you should stop acting like a big jerk to the Tigers." You grimaced looking at his black eye, before cleaning the other injury on his cheek. "Oh yeah? You should see the other guys- Oww....." He winced when you dabbed his cheek gently with a wet rag to prepare a clean base to put a bandaid on.

Cuddles

After getting patched up by his sweetheart, the only thing that concerns him right now is to get a good night's sleep. With you, of course. He can't get enough of your body warmth, especially during the winter. Some nights after he's had a bad day, he would often sleep on your lap or his head on your chest in a fetal position.

But most nights, it would be you laying your head on his chest, arms wrapped around his waist and engulfing in his scent. He loves your cuddles so much, he starts owning a bolster for whenever you're not home to replace the missing feeling of your body.

Baseball and Fame

VIP tickets to every game he's in. He wants you to watch him really good, he's got a special fan to impress alright? He'd shoot a wink your way, making other fans think it was for them, making you stifle a giggle.

He would teach you the basics of baseball so you know what exactly he's doing, and if he were to ever go away on a big trip for baseball you'd make him tell you all about his games you never got to see. And luckily, because he taught you the basics, it doesn't sound like a big blur to you!

Ken would also talk about you a lot during press interviews. He doesn't care about being a hot single baseball player, he wants the whole world to know that you're his one and only, and he's definitely gonna put a ring on it someday.

Kissing

He always gives you short kisses before he leaves for work like modelling for a canned drink brand, Ultraman or said press interviews. He never leaves home without a kiss! Don't expect him to walk out that door without any type of kiss from you.

If you're angry and decided not to give him a kiss, he'll get grouchy and pouty. If it's gone long enough, he'll start begging and start kissing up your hands looking up at you with needy eyes. You can't leave that poor man without a kiss!

In the morning when you've both just woken up, he likes a long sweet kiss from you before he gets up to shower. He'll cup your cheek to pull you in, never caring for the fact that both of you had morning breath. He loves your kisses and he won't live without it, point blank.

#. bees posts #ken sato x reader #kenji sato x reader #kenji sato x you #ken sato x you #ultraman rising #ultraman rising x reader #kenji sato #ken sato #ultraman rising fics

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yurozo · 5 months ago

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resident evil headcanons (restaurant au)

characters: leon, chris, jill, claire, rebecca, ada, luis, carlos, wesker. a/n: this was created as a joke between me and my friends that completely spiralled out of control. maybe the stupidest au i've ever created. wesker and friends hit me up if you wanna use this warnings: vulgar language. sorry, i'm canadian, we swear a lot here.

chris redfield (bartender): he's one of the first hires, and has been working as the head bartender forever. he absolutely loves to lowkey trauma dump on customers unknowingly, only to shake the mixer after just to avoid the awkward silence. the owner has had to move the tv's out of the way of the bar because chris will only look at the screen and fuck up every single drink during a big game. refuses leon everytime he tries to come up to the bar for drinks. he knows when it's him, leon always tries to input it in the system as a customer order for a table that isn't occupied, but he always orders his whiskey in a very specific way that outs him. chris will pour it out in front of him to make a point. he eventually had to make a memo about not letting leon take drinks from the bar anymore. to customers, he is every older woman's wet dream. he knows that flexing his biceps will rake him in more tips, so he does it often. also does it when women are being hit on by creepy men to scare them away. the night that he wears tight turtlenecks are his big paycheck days. chris will never admit that he likes when people squeeze his arms. chris is the guy that everyone has a crush on when they first start working there, it's basically an initiation rite at this point. he's the friendliest one of the bunch and gives wholesome big bro vibes and it makes him absolutely irresistible to new hires. (x reader) if you're working alongside chris in the bar, prepare to constantly run into him. he's a massive guy, and maneuvering around a little bar with that hunk is near impossible without a couple collisions. after a while, he's learned to put a gentle hand on your back whenever he has to move behind you, all for the sake of "workplace safety". he loves to sneak food from the kitchen and share it with you, but this man eats like a horse. like the chefs are genuinely surprised on how much food this man can physically fit inside his body, but he will always leave a portion for you. it takes him a long time to make a move because he's afraid of ruining your friendship and workplace relationship. leon kennedy (server): he got hired a little after everyone else, and got put onto the waitstaff because of his looks. however, this man is super awkward with patrons despite being super popular with older women. he's always getting propositions to get set up with someone's daughter and he always unknowingly shoots them down. (customer: "you're really cute, leon: "ok.") he always makes little jokes to lighten the mood and it is an instant vibe killer. the only people who like them are the old ladies who think he's cute, and dads who genuinely think he's funny.

as for the whiskey incident, leon has tried multiple times to pretend being a bartender when chris is on break to sneak himself a drink. he claims that it makes him better at serving, but three broken trays and countless shattered glasses say otherwise.

leon does have kind of a blank expression when patrons try and get him to cut them deals or do stuff for them. he will immediately go back and scream by himself in the freezer after a difficult customer interaction. has cried silently in the freezer after food got in his hair. (x reader) leon always smells like american crew hair pomade, and always showers himself in cologne on shifts he knows he's working with you. you smiled at him one time in the middle of a rush and he had to sit on the curb to collect himself. leon has a horrible tendency to get distracted whenever you're in his general vicinity, and will completely ignore customers whenever you walk by with literal hearts in his eyes. he's one of the fastest people to make a move, mostly because he lacks any form of subtlety. he always offers to drive you home, always offers to take you out to dinner after work like you already don't work in food service, and always keeps something in his bag for you. he loves to lowkey fuck with you on shifts, like putting an ice cube down your shirt to make you pay attention to him. jill valentine (hostess):

another og worker, and the most no-nonsense of them all, especially with customers. if the wait time is thirty minutes, then you're waiting thirty goddamn minutes. she does not care who you supposedly know. she has gotten a couple writeups for visibly rolling her eyes when large parties come in without a reservation. jill demands a break every thirty minutes to sit with chris on the curb while he smokes a cigarette. she calls it her mental health breaks.

pointedly does not listen to leon when he asks her to stop seating people in her section. her favourite past-time is to seat all the old women obsessed with him at his tables to watch him flounder. also gives leon's number out to people who try and hit on her at the job. she's also the only person who can scare the owner, so jill gets away with a lot more than most people. her and carlos often hang out after shifts to drink beer and play pool. her and claire have regular girls nights where jill's convinced into facemasks and terrible movies that only have a one star rating on whatever pirated movie website claire pays for. (x reader) every attempt you make to ask her on a date goes completely over her head. it's only at chris' intervention that she finally gets the hint and takes you out to dinner. she ends up having her own shelf of stuff at your apartment within a week, and she's more than happy to drive you to work everyday. if you have a pet, prepare for jill to come over to spoil it rotten and feign ignorance when you confront her about it. another victim of the 'takes extra long to get ready on shifts you work together'. she knows you like her arms, so she's wearing short sleeves or tanks whenever she has the opportunity, and silently preens in your attention. carlos, (line cook):

without a doubt, the line cooks are the vibe bringers of the restaurant. carlos always takes a hit off his dab pen before coming in, because he claims it makes his cooking taste better. he always gives food to the female servers at any given opportunity, and pretends to not know what the male servers are talking about when they bring it up. (is the reason for 90% of the memos regarding workplace behaviour).

carlos always smells like old spice and food, and there is almost nothing that could break his good mood during a shift. he really is just happy to be there. he's very particular on how the freezer is organized, but loved to label the items wrong to piss off the others (spinch). his mother taught him how to cook, so he has a dedicated dish named after her. carlos always comps her meals when she comes in and doesn't tell anybody about it.

as for the other employees, carlos torments them. he loves to play his own music in the kitchen but has a wildly inappropriate taste for work music. chris banned him from the speaker officially after only playing doja cat for three hours. however, him and luis love to carpool and play brazilian funk with all the windows rolled down at max volume. those two are not allowed to work together too much. he also has a mobile game rivalry with leon, so anytime carlos is missing from the kitchen, you'll find him in the bathroom on his phone. just follow the shitty iphone game music.

(x reader) in all honesty, carlos is the man that's hooked up with the most employees. the mans charm is undeniable. but he has a particular soft spot when it comes to you-- you get to taste-test every dish, there's always a nice cold glass of water waiting for you, and carlos will take the fall for every fuckup at your table. he'll introduce you to his mom when she comes in, but is secretly terrified at how well the two of you get along. don't even get him started on bringing his siblings into the place, he would never hear the end of it. carlos received another memo after engaging in too much pda at work after the two of you got together.

claire redfield (waitress):

one of the main reasons for all the positive google reviews. it's not that she's naturally a super bubbly person, but claire knows how to turn it on and off when her shift starts. jill puts most of the families in her section since claire has a natural gift with kids. however, she is extremely biased when it comes to the food. her face always tells you exactly what she thinks of a dish.

since chris is always within eyesight of her, whenever difficult customers give her problems, she loves to sic chris on them. even just having him stand behind her is enough to give her leverage over someone trying to haggle on a bill. and with carlos' willingness to give food to pretty girls, she never goes hungry during a shift. the girl has her whole shift figured out on a system. she also knows exactly when the lull in service is going to be so she can take extended bathroom breaks.

out of everyone, she's the one to organize after-work hangouts, whether by putting gentle reminders into the group chat, or straight up bullying people to come (ie. jill). everyone always knows when she pulls up from the sound of her engine, but she refuses to let anyone on it. especially luis or leon, for insurance reasons.

(x reader) this girl has the uncanny ability to know what you need, and when you need it. forgot an iced tea for table 20? it's already in her hand on the way. it's her nice little way of showing what a good girlfriend she would be, that she can anticipate your needs. for every group hangout, you are the first person she texts and the primary benefactor of the tips she makes. claire is a no bullshit kind of woman, and when she wants you, you will know. she'll always ask you to hang out, always compliment how you look, tell you constantly how good you are at your job. maybe she'll let you ride behind her on the motorcycle just for the excuse of having your arms around your waist, and does that hot thing where she rubs your arms with her thumb at red lights.

rebecca chambers (head waitress):

dear old rebecca, truly the glue holding everything together. she's incredibly sweet to customers, and to most of the employees. the only reason the floor runs properly is her by the book attitude and highly perceptive personality. nothing is getting by rebecca. she's leon's number two nemesis for being able to drink on the job, and chris' number one nemesis for smoking outside. this woman has the nose of a bloodhound when someone is about to do something stupid.

despite her appearance, everyone is afraid to make her angry. she's lost her shit a total of one time, but it was enough for everyone to be on their best behaviour. she does have a tendency to make passive aggressive comments with such a sickly sweet smile on her face, that you won't even realize she insulted you until long after she's walked away.

least favourite part of the job? she is a hit with old men. they can never leave her alone. second least favourite part? finding ways to sneak vitamins into certain employees food so they can live to see another day. the way that some of the others operate is enough to give her grey hairs.

(x reader) rebecca is intelligent and ambitious, and more than willing to make sacrifices when it comes to you. she's more than happy to take the fall on a screwup if it gets you out of it, wanting nothing more than your smile in return. her main tactic of getting to know you is inviting you over to watch movies, inconspicuously of course, so she can ask you questions over the whole thing. overall, she's an acts of service girl, but is much more subtle about it than claire is. you need a meal prep plan? she's your woman. she wants nothing more than to take care of you, to make your life as easygoing as possible. but the true way to her heart is any form of baked goods. if you make a habit of bringing her pastries before a shift, she's putty in your hands.

ada wong, (head chef):

this woman, god help her, has the hardest job out of them all. not only does she have to babysit her two line cooks, but she's also responsible for cleaning up all the fuckups the waitstaff make. her saving grace is the fact that everyone else is terrified of her, creating a wide berth every time she picks up a knife. everyone can always hear her scolding carlos in the kitchen, who just brushes it off with a laugh.

despite the chaos of a kitchen, ada has the impeccable ability to never get food on herself. even after the dinner rush there is not a single hair out of place, looking just as perfect as when she started. every ingredient is measured precisely, every fda standard met and upheld-- pretty much the counterforce to carlos and luis. secretly, she loves when carlos has control of the speaker, but she would rather die than admit it.

the second an overcomplicated modification comes in, the temperature of the kitchen immediately drops. why the hell does she pore over a menu just for some middle-aged man to think he knows better than her? despite her no-nonsense attitude, she does secretly love fucking with leon. only luis knows about her secret tinder account that she catfished leon on with some fake woman in romania.

(x reader) ada is a woman in tune with herself, in tune with what and who she wants. the second she gets attached, she will display clear favouritism. every new recipe she tries is given to you for taste-testing, claiming that you will always give her the truth. it's a lie, she just like seeing the grin on your face when you enjoy it. if anyone asks her about it, she will vehemently deny it, claiming that you're the only one competent enough at your job. her asking you out is more of a demand than it is a question: this place, this time, wear that dress you know i like. she's not huge fan of pda at the workplace, but she'll always give you that look that screams, just wait until i get my hands on you later.

luis sera (line cook):

this man does not operate on a recipe, he operates on la pasion. really, it just means the foods always a tad spicier than it should be. he also sings obnoxiously loud in the kitchen, to the point that patrons can hear it if they're seated close enough. this man obeys ada for the most part, but he's honestly never touched a measuring cup in his life. he'll stop pouring when his ancestors tell him to stop pouring. however he has the uncanny ability to know exactly when meat is within three degrees of whatever temp they need it cooked to.

the waitstaff either love him or hate him. luis playfully flirts with everyone in his line of sight. who could blame him? he's stuck in a kitchen all day and everyone at this restaurant is unbearably attractive. mostly, he just likes seeing their reactions. leon adamantly begs claire to fetch his plates from the kitchen for him, because luis calls him prince charming every time, and leon hates it.

there's a rumour going around that he got drunk after a shift and made out with another employee, but no one knows who it is. there's a restaurant-wide betting pool on potential victims. also, since luis is the only person who knows about the catfish incident, he loves to ask leon innocuous question while feigning innocence about the whole thing. he's just really invested in his love life, he swears.

(x reader) if you think the flirting is bad towards leon, just wait until he catches an eyeful of you. it is a nonstop barrage of witty compliments, offers to go dancing (or clubbing), and pick-up lines that were definitely picked up off the internet. he's a suave guy, don't get me wrong, but he most definitely gets too many of his ideas from old romance novels. at some point he gives up, telling you straight that he wants to take you out, for reals, and cook you a nice home-cooked meal. maybe some wine. maybe more, if you'll let him. luis is another person who displays clear favouritism, and tries to convince ada into naming a dish after you. it has a horribly cheesy name, but it tastes wonderful and he loves shooting you a wink every time you see him making it (he always makes that dish more carefully than any of the others).

wesker (manager):

this man bought the damn place in a last ditch attempt to save himself from bankruptcy, and unknowingly entangled himself into the lives of the dumbest twenty year olds he's ever met in his life. the only person that he kind of tolerates is ada, because she runs that kitchen like it's the military, and he can respect how batshit terrifying she is. he has a particular vendetta against chris for reasons he can't name, but since chris brings in a lot of money, he can't really refuse. he mostly gets that frustration out by pinning things on chris that leon most definitely did.

he's rarely seen on the actual floor, usually just hanging in the back on the computer doing whatever the fuck he does. (he's playing farmville, but no one knows it's him because of a pseudonym. he also does not know how to turn the music off so if you stand at the right position outside the door you can hear it.)

when he is seen out on the floor, he's wearing the most obnoxious sunglasses and leather jacket known to man, and stalks around the bar to watch for mistakes. you know you fucked up around wesker when there's a sneer on his face. the place almost got robbed once, and wesker threw a punch so fast that everyone stopped trying to piss him off after that.

(x reader) truthfully, he doesn't act too much different around you. it takes months to catch onto the little quirks that show his softness-- just a slight ease in his eyebrow, a softer pitch when addressing you directly. he'll still chew you out for mistakes, but he forgets about it long before he'll let anyone else slide. if things did eventually progress between the two of you, that manager's office is staying locked.

thank y'all for reading! this ended up being way longer than i thought it was going to be lol.

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hoshifighting · 5 months ago

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ik u have lots of request but can i request grower!dino wherein reader teases him for having no bulge when they went to the pool and he had enough of the teasing so he drags reader to the restroom and rest is history

grower!dino

WARNINGS: semi-public sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, mentions of shower x grower, dirty talk.

you lean back against the pool chair, a smirk playing on your lips as u watch him emerge from the water. chan runs a hand through his wet hair, the sunlight catching on the droplets that cling to his skin. you bite your lip, but not for the usual reasons. “so, like… is that it?” you tease, eyes flicking down to the fabric of his swim trunks. they’re clinging to him, but not in the way you were expecting. nothing there, not even a hint of a bulge. your grin widens when he glares at you, dark eyes narrowing

he’s been taking it for hours now—your playful digs, the side comments, the whispers when no one else is around. but this time, the way his jaw clenches tells you something's different. “you think this is funny?” he mutters under his breath, barely loud enough for anyone but you to hear. the air shifts, his tone isn’t as casual as before.

“yeah, kinda,” you snicker, not knowing you’re walking into something dangerous. “i mean, what’s the point of those trunks if there’s nothing to show off?”

his hand grips your wrist before you can even react. it’s firm but not painful. at least, not yet. “get up,” he commands, voice low and almost a growl. you raise a brow but don’t resist, letting him pull you off the chair and toward the changing rooms.

“what, you gonna prove me wrong?” you laugh, half-joking. but the look he shoots you makes your stomach flip. that’s when you know you’ve pushed him too far. the door slams behind you, and you barely have time to catch your breath before you’re shoved against the cool tile wall, his body pressing into yours.

“you wanna see what the fuck i’ve got?” he hisses, breath hot against your ear, one hand already slipping beneath your waistband, yanking it down with no warning. his fingers curl around your throat, just enough pressure to make your heart race. “trust me, you’re gonna feel every inch.”

you swallow hard, lips parting, but nothing comes out. not a smart comment, not another tease. your mind goes blank as he pulls himself free, thick and heavy now, far from what you were teasing him about earlier, it grew almost like a monstrosity, the length good enough to make you doubt if its going to fit.

the sight alone has you clenching your thighs together, but he’s not letting that slide. “nah, keep ‘em open,” he grunts, forcing your legs apart with his knee. “you’re not getting out of this.”

and god, you don’t want to. his hand slips between your legs, fingers finding you already wet, and he smirks against your neck. “knew you were all talk. let’s see how much you can take before you start beggin’.”

you’re not prepared when he pushes in—rough, no warning, filling you in a way that leaves you breathless. your hands fly up, gripping at his shoulders, his neck, anything to keep yourself steady as he slams into you again and again, each thrust harder than the last. you bite down on your lip to stifle the moan rising in your throat, but he’s not having that either.

“don’t you fuckin’ hold back now,” chan grits, pulling your hair back enough to expose your throat, leaving your voice no choice but to slip out, louder this time. “you wanted this, right? all that teasing, just to get me like this?”

you try to form words, to say something smart, but the way he’s hitting that perfect spot, over and over, leaves you stuttering. “fuck… chan…”

“thought so,” he sneers, fingers digging into your hips as he picks up the pace, each thrust making your pussy drool around his cock. you’re a mess, barely able to think, let alone talk back now. the tiles are cool against your skin, but your body’s burning up, you feel light-headed by how fucking deep he is.

“still got somethin’ to say about my dick now?” he asks, voice dark with satisfaction, each word punctuated by another rough thrust. you shake your head, moaning his name again, feeling your body start to give in, trembling under his grip. he’s relentless, not letting up, chasing that last bit of control you’ve been clinging to.

“good,” he grunts, one hand snaking between your bodies, fingers finding your throbbing clit and rubbing in tight, fast circles. your breath hitches, back arching, and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, his name spilling from your lips in a breathless moan. your legs tremble, barely holding you up, but he’s not done yet.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, thrusting into you a few more times, his pace rough, almost punishing. it’s too much and yet somehow not enough. when he finally lets go, it’s with a sly, moan sound, his grip on your waist tightening as he spills into you, hips jerking with the force of it.

for a moment, all you can hear is the sound of your own ragged breathing, the world spinning slightly as you try to catch your breath. chan presses his forehead against your shoulder, both of you panting, bodies slick with sweat and chlorine.

“still wanna tease me about it?” hhe asks after a beat, voice low, but there’s a smirk in his tone now.

you laugh weakly, barely able to find your voice. “fuck no…”

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 6 months ago

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Home? (Sebastian Solace x Reader)

Notes: Small Drabble, Sebby and Painter really need their happy ending guys :(

Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider ^^

Tears fell down your cheeks when the scene of nature invaded your senses. It felt so . . . overwhelming to be back home. After agonizing day after agonizing day down in that hellhole. The gently swaying of the trees, the soft chirps of the birds and the sound of rushing water greeting your ears contrasted greatly to the sounds of the empty ocean and horrifying screams that seemed to ring out days on end; finally seeing colors that aren't grey; the fresh smell of the trees and plants invading your sense of smell made you forget the strong smell of iron and saltwater that seemed to be present in every room.

Yeah . . . you were finally home.

With company, too. Risking a glance over to Sebastian, in his hands was the monitor of Painter, memories flood your brain that lead up to this exact moment. UrbanShade saw him as too much as a threat to the company, so much that they had sent out several EXR-P's to attempt to kill him only to fail miserably. You happened to be one of those EXR-P's. But you weren't able to go through with it, you read his file before being sent out. How he was accused of a crime he didn't commit, to being mutated beyond belief whilst in a great immense of pain, to being treated like an animal by the personnel of the company.

So when you finally encountered the man, you simply took the gun out of its holster, and handed it over to him with no hesitation. When he asked? You simply told him you refuse to be another chess piece for a company that has brought him suffering, and you wished to help him go against them.

He laughed at you for a good minute, calling you stupid for thinking that your, "little trick", would work on him of all people.

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"Then shoot me." Those words seemed to snap him out of his laughter, bewildered bright eyes snapping in your direction when those words tumbled out, meeting determined eyes "If you believe me to be the same as those of UrbanShade," You took a step closer to him, giving him the opportunity to shoot you at point-blank, "-then shoot me dead."

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Ever since, you teamed up against the company—though he helped take out the chip before you could proceed any further, saying how it was too much of a risk that they could be listening in—gathering any pieces of data you could potentially use against them in exchange for your freedom. It seemed to have become easier when Painter joined the cause.

An opportunity soon made itself known, months spent preparing for this one moment, none of you could mess it up. You only had one chance at succeeding. No mess-ups were allowed. It was a grueling process, but you pushed forward, determined to see the light of the sun.

And it worked. A few injuries here and there, but you now had the crystal in your possession. Once the personal heard wind of it, they immediately doubled their efforts to get their grubby hands on the crystal, like a school of piranhas going after a piece of dead meat. Though their efforts ceased when Sebastian threatened to break it with no hesitation, unless they met your demands.

Freedom, a duffel with $XXXXXX of cash and a computer for Painter to use. No chips, no trackers, no bombs, nothing. Unless they want their precious crystal to be destroyed.

And once you finally stepped foot on the surface? You let Painter and Sebastian do what they've wanted to do for a loooonng time; releasing every single piece of data that UrbanShade had to offer to the public.

It spread in a span of minutes.

The government found out about the operation Urbanshade was running, helping you all with building a case against them. The court date was set, so now you could only wait.

Now all that was left to do was watch them burn, in your old farmhouse within the woods, finally free from their clutches.

"Ready to start all over?" You were only met with silence, only the noises of the woods answering you, maybe he didn't hear you. But a glance proved you wrong, his face said everything. There was an unbelievably soft look on his face, his eyes scanning everything that surrounded him; his bottom lip seemed to tremble slightly as an overwhelming tsunami of emotions hit him all at once when the fact he was on the surface again sunk in. His eyes taking on a glassy look, his frame now trembling, holding onto Painter to make sure the AI didn't fall.

Painter only let out a sound of awe at their surrounding, their giggles echoing into the woods when a yellow butterfly landed on the frame of their screen, opening and closing its wings before flying off.

Smiling softly, you intertwined your fingers with Sebastians bigger one, giving it a small squeeze to pull him back to Earth. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his back, readjusting his hold on the computer before looking over at you.

". . . Yeah," A slight crack was heard in his voice, clearing his throat before speaking again, "-yeah I'm ready."

"Let's go home then." Heading towards the worn out path, you missed the look Sebastian made at the mention of home. Home, how long has he thought about home? The safety of one, the shelter of one, the warmth of one?

"Home?"

"Yeah, home."

Next Part

#uhhh idk if this is good or not #open to constructive critism #sebastian solace x reader #sebastian solace #pressure roblox #roblox #pressure sebastian #painter pressure #they deserve their happy ending #literally wrote this up in like two hours #proud of that tbh #slice of life pressure ☀︎

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ariiadnes · 12 days ago

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ଓ.° ・ sukuna. jujutsu kaisen. cw : modern!au. reader & sukuna are parents.

"look at you," a low murmur and seemingly harsh gaze : the furrowed brows, that sharp, scrutinizing stare ( but if you look closely, you'll only see a familiar and subtle fondness ), "so weak and powerless. too reliant on others. you won't survive if you don't learn."

a silence, heavy. deafening. suffocating.

-- and then a soft babble. and another. and... another. a grimace as a little hand bats at sukuna's face ( and yet he doesn't quite pull away ).

and then there's you, watching the interaction with both fondness and amusement as you gingerly prepare a bottle of milk for a certain munchkin.

"stop talking to her like that."

"life lessons." he responds. "she has to know."

"okay," you begin, voice flat, "but also, she is a baby."

he shoots you a half-hearted glare, though it's quick to falter when you sit next to him on the couch, giving him a kiss on the cheek before handing him the bottle. feeding the kid is almost like clockwork now ( well, actually, it pretty much is ), so it's not long at all before he's holding a content baby in his arms, one hand supporting the bottle for her ( 'she can't hold this by herself yet?' 'she can't even hold her head up half the time, sukuna.' ), his other one adjusting her the slightest bit to make sure she's comfortable.

there's just the faintest hint of curiosity and mirth in those eyes as he studies her intently -- she looks more like you, he thinks, and while he can pout all he wants about it openly, he's secretly glad that she's taken on more of your features.

you smile softly at the sight, the quiet such a peaceful one as you rest your chin on his shoulder. you don't think you've ever seen him like this before, so attentive and doting, and so incredibly worried over every little thing when it comes to the baby.

"as weird as you are with your lectures, you have to admit you're completely smitten with her." you murmur. "waking up every few hours to check on her, never letting her out of your sight, the list goes on..."

a feign scowl-- one you entirely expect and get rid of with yet another kiss on the cheek.

"it's necessary." a grumble. "she's too small, defenseless. utterly feeble and frail."

god. you think he could go on about this forever and ever.

"sukuna."

"what?"

"she is two months old."

he pauses for a long while, seemingly deep in thought as he looks down at the baby once more. you're not sure what he's thinking about, because there's no way in hell he forgot how old his own daughter was, but he's definitely... contemplating. and when he finally looks at you once more, you are very much curious to hear what he has to say next.

"-- and? what a futile point."

( the dead, blank look you give sukuna is perhaps one of the most haunting things he has ever seen. unfortunately, it does not deter him from his life lessons that he insists on teaching the baby, anyway. )

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #⋆. 𐙚 ̊ ݁ ˖ jjk #div cr @ v6que #⋆. 𐙚 ̊ ݁ ˖ library

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ippipo · 4 days ago

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self aware caleb

you somehow managed to convince andy to leave without suspicion in the morning, although the sly man in his phone wasn't convinced with your excuses and abrupt change in your mood. caleb was resting in your room and it took everything to prevent your friend from finding him.

"i can bring you pads before i leave," andy pops in making you gasp, thinking he already left. "no, it's okay!" you squeak out nervously, sighing in relief when he finally leaves.

you shut your door and lean your back against it, sliding down and sitting there for a few minutes.

"y/n?"

you hear a muffled voice from your bedroom. you get on your feet with a grunt and go to your kitchen, bringing some water for the man in your bed.

you hold in your laugh when you see the lanky ass dude wrapped into a burrito in your sheets, hair dishelved and the aftermath of a good night's sleep (drool stains lmao) very evident. you waltz closer to him and push his hair back that was covering his forehead.

"drink some water, loser," you bring the glass towards his face. he remains still, looking at you with a blank expression. you blink twice when you realize that his hands were wrapped inside your sheets.

you bring the rim of the glass towards his lips, ignoring the way your cheeks were heating up. caleb wasn't doing any better, his ears were turning pink and his cheeks had a sunkissed glow, which you assumed was from the heat of being in your thick sheets.

those few seconds passed by very slowly. each gulp made his adam's apple bob and you couldn't help but stare at his jawline, unholy thoughts consuming your mind in that process.

you hear a groan coming from him, indicating you to turn away the glass. you apologize and move it away, trying not to stare at the water droplets sliding down the sides of his mouth towards his neck, slowly reaching his colla- "ahem," he coughs to get your attention. "too hot?" he asks with a smug expression.

"huh?" you were too dazed to comprehend whatever he was saying. "oh- what? sorry, i wasn't paying attention," you recover. "clearly, you were too busy being horny," he teases, making you blush. you quickly hide your shyness by playfully punching his arm.

"shut up, i was looking at the drool on your face. you're such a messy sleeper," you point out, trying to divert the topic. he shoots an amused smile towards you before wiping the spot around his mouth.

"gone?" he asks.

"mhm."

you prepare to leave when he tugs at your hand, causing you to stumble and fall onto your bed. he puts you in a gentle headlock while his other hand is comfortably wrapped around your waist. his back was pressed into you, and you definitely didn't ignore the feeling of something hard rubbing against your butt.

caleb was slightly aware of the effect he had on you, and he finally gets to experiment with it. sly fucker.

"will you tell me what happened to your back now?" you ask the question that's been eating you alive since he arrived. he groans in annoyance, "can't i tell you tomorrow?" he whines.

"no, you rat. i won't let you stay here if you don't tell me," you threaten. "fine, fine," he mumbles before turning you to face him, manhandling you in a way. you suddenly hold in your breath, realising how close your faces were.

it gets worse when he pulls you closer to him by your waist, his hands sliding down your back just enough to grope your ass, but not quite there yet. you try not to gasp when you feel his cold fingers brush against your exposed lower back.

"i entered this world with the help of some confidential technology in skyhaven. i had to travel through the fabric of time and space, and enter a specific wormhole that led to this universe. i wasn't exactly well-versed in this area and got attacked by a few wanderers before i reached the wormhole entrance. i tried to escape quickly because i wasn't in the mood to fight but one of them got an opening. so that explains the wound." he explains.

you nod along as he spoke more about it, some of the information going over your head but most of it shocking you. you take a whiff of his scent subtly, although he notices it due to going through years of training. he's not a colonel for no reason. "are you done sniffing me like a dog?" he teases you.

"asshole, let me fix you up," you say, upset not at his remark but that he would go through all that for you. no one's ever done that and it felt so fucking nice to be someone's first and only choice.

he grumbles out incoherent words while turning around, abruptly removing his shirt and you thanked all forces when you saw the blessed sight of his back. the bruise on his back wasn't serious, just alarmingly red. you take your first aid kit from your bathroom cabinet and rub some ointment on it to ease the pain.

"thanks, doggy."

you reply with a slap on his bruise making him wince in pain.

he turns towards you, giving you the pleasure of looking at his bare chest and chiseled abdomen. you were nearly drooling at the sight, an animalistic urge to lick his abs surfacing through your brain, making you slap yourself. "ouch, are you alright?" caleb asks while laughing.

"you seem like you're enjoying it more than being concerned about me," you state while rubbing your cheek. "you seem like you're enjoying the sight," he retorts, making you pout.

you stick your tongue out at him and set the first aid kit aside, crawling into bed next to him. it felt like you've known him for years with how easy it was for you to be domestic around him.

you feel the familiar bulge pressing against your butt as he spoons you, and you can feel his smirk though he wasn't facing you entirely. your body jerks when you feel his cold fingers brush against your neck. he pushes your hair away from your face, brushing it behind your ear. you shiver when you feel the cold fingertips against your earlobe.

arousal instantly pools in your loins when you feel a soft groan coming from him when you move again, the bulge growing slightly bigger, larger even.

"i might do something you may or may not like," he whispers against your ear which doesn't help at all. not wanting to appear the only one affected, you challenge him. "have you considered i might do something you may like?"

you, yourself were surprised at the sheer boldness in your voice. your pussy throbs when you hear him groan, much louder and clearer now. you decide to take it as a sign to continue, a new found confidence emerging within. you slowly grind against his bulge and gasp when you feel him grip your waist tightly, trying to stop you from moving, but it was really just him trying to control himself.

his grip was tight enough to leave a bruise, not a painful one though. you wince when you feel his nails dig into your plush skin, making him loosen his grip.

"you really are something," he lets out, a desperate undertone in his voice that made you cave in to temptation. his knee parts your legs and nestles itself between them, right at your core.

you grind against it as your wetness increases rapidly. "just like that, princess," he praises.

your movements accelerate as you feel your clit throb, soft moans eliciting as your desire for something bigger, something raw, increases. "please," you beg desperately. "please what, baby?" he teases you, making you let out a frustrated whine.

"i want y-your fingers," you let out between moans. you gasp when he suddenly flips you onto your back with ease. your breath hitches when you notice the way his pupils were dilated, an inexplicable glint present behind those gorgeous eyes. beads of sweat slide down his temple, making everything all the more hotter than it already was, literally and figuratively.

his lips attach themselves to yours, molding with each other as if it were meant to be. his neediness was as clear as day, and you weren't any better. his tongue works its way inside your mouth, exploring the wet cavern. he smirks against your lips when he hears you whine.

you frown in disappointment when he pulls away, only to replace it with a dazed smile as he leaves wet kisses against your jaw, moving lower to your neck.

he sucks on the side of your neck leaving a mark where it was gonna be so very visible to everyone. you moan when you feel his teeth graze against your skin as he nips on it. he continues his ministrations, leaving hickies all over your neck and collarbone, marking you as his.

he pulls your shirt up to your neck, taking a moment to admire your tits before marking them all over hungrily. he attaches his lips to your left nipple, while his fingers toy with the other. "you're so beautiful," he breathes out in between. you try not to be affected with the way his gaze pierces into you as he continues toying with your breasts.

his spit stains your skin in such a way that it makes your nipples more sensitive. he shifts to the other breast, doing the same movements that leave you panting for more.

he quickly undresses your lower body without you realising it, too dazed to think properly. he lets out a ragged breath when he notices how wet you were, slick gathering near your folds. your breath hitches when you feel his warm breath against your pussy.

without wasting anymore time, he dives in to give your pussy a long sloppy lick, making you let out a breathy moan. his tongue dives in and out of your slit, not giving you time to adjust to the feeling.

"caleb!" you gasp when you feel his thumb circle harshly against your clit. his tongue works wonders on your pussy, not letting you catch a break with the way it explored your insides. "you taste so good, sweetheart." his remark makes your pussy clench. your hands travel to his hair, tugging at the silky strands eliciting a moan out of him.

before you could register every sensation, he starts sucking on your clit, hands making their way under your shirt. his fingers toy with your nipples, overwhelming you with having dual stimulation as you let out soft moans and whimpers.

he retracts his right hand and brings it down to your cunt, your slick acting as lube. his long, slender, slightly cold fingers circle your slit, while his tongue busies itself on your clit and his left hand plays with your breast.

he plunges two fingers in without a warning making your wince at the sting which slowly turned into sheer pleasure. "hah- that feels so good!" you let out when you feel his fingers move in a wave-like manner inside you. he moans at your voice, sending vibrations straight to your clit, amplifying the pleasure.

he goes on to knead your other breast, loving the way you writhe against him. he licks a long stripe against your pussy before going back to stimulating your clit.

his fingers work your insides relentlessly, aiming at the spongy spot that made you arch your back. your legs close onto his head in a crushing manner but all you received was a husky moan. clearly, the man loves it.

"don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, oh my god, don't stop," you blabber as you feel a familiar build-up in your lower belly.

his hand that was initially kneading your tits was now gripping your thigh, slapping it harshly to leave a print making your pussy clench around his fingers. "caleb, i'm close!" you moan out loud. "cum for me, princess," he groans against your clit, increasing your pleasure tenfold.

your hips buck as your orgasm hits you violently, tears forming at the corner of your eyes when you feel his fingers and mouth continue despite your orgasm. you tug weakly at his hair, trying to pull away from the exploding pleasure.

you moan helplessly as he continues overstimulating your poor cunt before finally stopping. you pant breathlessly, gasping for air.

you watch as he licks his fingers, closing his eyes for a second to enjoy your nectar. "you like that, doggy?" his nickname making you frown, not liking it one bit. "no, it was so underwhelming. two outta ten," you reply with a grin.

"oh, really? then i must've been dreaming when i saw someone whining like a slut," he says with a cocky tone, shifting to trap your hands on top of your head with one hand, while the other grips your jaw. you squirm in anticipation, your already flushed face turning warmer as you felt arousal pooling once again. his fingers caress your jaw, tracing your skin gently but with a sense of possessiveness hidden behind his actions.

he leans in to kiss you roughly, teeth grazing against your lower lip while his hand moves lower to grip your neck, just tightly enough to make you want more.

when he pulls away, he takes a moment to admire the mess he made. your lips were swollen, your chest and neck were scattered with hickeys and you were flushed, still recovering from your intense orgasm.

he groans when he hears your doorbell ring, falling back faceflat onto the bed as you scramble to make yourself look presentable in front of whoever that was.

you grab your turtle neck from your closet and wear your shorts, ignoring the slick feeling near your core from your recent endeavours. caleb wasn't pleased with the way your nipples were sticking out in that thin material of the turtle neck. only he gets to see that sight, no one else.

"stop," he says, making you turn towards him. "what?" you raise a brow, looking nearly judgemental. "wear this," he says before throwing his jacket towards you. you catch it and wear it quickly before leaving to check up on the unknown visitor.

#love and deepspace #caleb love and deepspace #caleb x reader #caleb fluff #caleb smut #caleb #lads smut #lads x reader #lads fanfic #lads caleb #lnds caleb #caleb lnds #lnds x reader #lnds #lads #love and deepspace caleb

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muletia · 15 days ago

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ugh the optimus ruining your garden ask makes me wanna be mean to him. just a little 🤏. maybe he's being extra clingy when you're trying to get smth done or he accidentally breaks smth again. so you're scolding him while jerking his spike and he's trying to make a cohesive apology, but it's the 5th time you've made him cum and words are starting to be harder and harder to find. then you can tease him about how someone who's given so many inspirational, articulated speeches to his fellow autobots now can't even sob out a "sorry" :(

-💕

cw: sub!optimus, dom!reader, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, teasing

word count: 750

thank you primus for the existence of overstimulation and for allowing me to torture my favorite characters with it 🙏

"Really, darling, twice in a row is just too much." You click your tongue a few times.

Your hand moves steadily, gripping and tugging at the swollen but valiantly enduring spike. Your skin, slick with pink transfluid, glides smoothly over the impressive length, maintaining the same irritated rhythm, channeling your frustration caused entirely by Optimus.

"I already explained to you, don’t step on my flowers. And don’t even try to tell me it was an accident. I’m absolutely certain you did it on purpose just to get me to punish you a little."

"A little" is quite the understatement when you’ve forced him to overload multiple times in a row. You’ve completely worn him out. His processor is fried, helm’s insides reduced to mush, leaving him incapable of thinking about anything other than the pleasure flooding his entire frame. How exquisitely stupid and helpless he felt, to the point where he kept pushing his hips into your hand, desperately trying to match the rhythm you set. Syncing his movements with yours, chasing another overload. And then another. And another, if it meant more of your touch and your attention focused solely on him.

"I-I a-am so sowwrhy!" he stammers, barely capable of forming words anymore.

"I don’t know, I just don’t see any remorse on your face, Opti. Are you sure you’re truly sorry?"

With his optics rolled back and his intake hanging wide open, coolant dripping from its corners, all you can read from his expression is that he’s having the time of his life. Not a single trace of guilt, no regret for your poor, trampled flowers.

Which is why you don’t believe the dramatic nodding he’s offering you. Especially not when his spike spasms, already preparing for another overload, even though Optimus doesn’t have any more transfluid left to give you — not even a single drop. That doesn’t stop him from shooting blanks, still thrusting his hips without pause, while you relentlessly and methodically jerk off his hard spike.

"Well? Use your words, darling. Are you sorry?"

"Ah, hah!"

"Moans aren’t words," you sigh, propping your elbow on his overheated thigh and resting your head on your outstretched hand. "Try again."

"Y- ah! Yew... mmMm!"

"Should I stop milking your spike? Would that help you find the words?"

He shakes his head frantically. You can’t help the slightly sadistic smile that creeps onto your lips.

"Then keep trying, sweetheart. I won’t let you go until you properly apologize to me."

"A-ah, so-sowwhry!" he sobs.

Your grip tightens around his spike, your hand firmly pressing against the living metal. He knows he’s being punished; understands that he’s failing to accomplish this one simple task, but he’s no longer capable of forming coherent words — nothing more complex than moans.

"Is that supposed to be an apology?" you scoff, the sharpness in your tone drawing a quick yelp from Optimus.

"Sow-Sowrhy!" he repeats, once again. He tries, programmed to obey your every command, but the result is pitiful and pathetic as he fails, breaking down when he can’t manage even one simple word.

Not when his entire frame is focused solely on chasing the next overload. On your soft hand milking his spike, your elbow digging into his trembling, oversensitive thigh. On your voice, icy and cutting against his spark. On simple, easy-to-understand directives, because anything more complex is far beyond the capacity of his poor, overworked processor right now.

"Oh, Opti. Is that the best you can do?"

"Ah! So-hah!"

"The great Prime, gifted with the talent for composing beautiful, inspiring speeches, and he can’t even string together a single simple apology."

He scrapes his servo against the floor as another empty overload wracks his spent spike. Yet you don’t stop moving your hand, forcing him to prepare for the next one.

This time, he doesn’t even bother trying to use his vocalizer, reduced to mindless whimpering.

"I expected more from you. A full essay on how sorry you are. I thought you’d rise to the challenge. You’re Optimus Prime. Prime! The gift of stirring oratory runs through your circuits!"

"Hah, so-sowwh..."

"And you can’t even manage a simple ‘sorry’?"

"S-sorwh... AH!"

You sigh and subtly slow the pace of your hand on his spike. Playtime is one thing, but you don’t want to accidentally kill him.

Though, knowing his submissive tendencies, he wouldn’t have any objections to dying by your hand.

"Let’s try again. And this time, I want an apology worthy of a Prime."

#be silly #transformers x reader #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #obsessed!optimus #valveplug

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sp0o0kylights · 2 months ago

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Adopt a Jock Part One / Previous Part / Part 10.1 (you are here)

A03

Chapter 10 is complete and will be fully uploaded to A03 this weekend when I can get around holiday shenanigans. It's very long so tumblr gets it in parts. I'm sure I could make a Thanksgiving food pun there if I tried hard enough but alas I am not Steve nor Dustin.

Apparently, if you stumbled into supernatural shit, you were rewarded with a mountain of legal paperwork so absurdly thick that Gareth was almost positive it included a government-approved execution clause for anyone reckless enough to speak about things better left unsaid

So, here they were: barely a week past the lab incident, eating lunch, keeping their heads down, like their entire world hadn’t been turned upside down.

(He couldn’t even appreciate the pun.)

“She keeps looking over here.” Tiff’s pen tapped out a furious rhythm, her gaze fixed on one Nancy Wheeler, “And she’s been following us.”

“Well according to Steve she knows about--you know.” Gareth said, keeping things vague in hopes it would prevent any visits from men in black suits.

“I’m sure she just wants to talk.” Jeff said with a note of sympathy.

The fucking traitor.

“I’m sure we’re not allowed to talk.” Stewart muttered darkly, pushing his peas around his lunch tray with a fork.

“Only with people who don’t already know.” Grant tried to argue, and that rapidly dissolved into an argument regarding NDA’s and tricky legal language that Gareth tuned out in favor of his new found hobby--doing his level best not to think about anything beyond his lunch and what new D&D character he wanted to play.

His last one died in the prior game, and though Eddie had--weirdly and entirely out of character--offered to revive it, Gareth had waived him off.

They needed some normalcy right now, and if that came at the cost of Gareth’s beloved druid meeting her maker, then so be it.

Plus a new character was a great distraction.

(He was set on playing a noble elf known as ‘Gregg from Accounting’, but a second dwarf named Iron the Chef had been tempting…)

“She’s coming!” Tiffany hissed, slamming her pen down.

Mourning the loss of an easy, drama free lunch, Gareth sighed and prepared himself.

“Hi.” Nancy said, announcing her presence with quiet determination, books stacked in her arms and chin raised defiantly.

No one said a word back.

“Jonathan let me know what happened, and I wanted to say that I’m sorry you got pulled into all of this.” She paused, clearly thinking her words over, before adding; “Steve, Jonathan, and I used to practice.”

Nancy stopped again, this time blatantly waiting for one of them to say something.

She got more stares in return.

“Given that things sound a little open ended, and that there were injuries, I thought it might be good to start up again. Steve suggested if we do, you all should come too.” She finished, bulldozing right through her own awkwardness.

“Practice what?” Grant asked, confused and trying to cover it with suspicion.

“Defensive measures.” Nancy answered.

Seeing their unchanged blank stares, she gathered her books in one arm, formed a finger gun with her free hand, and mimed shooting in such a deadpan manner that Gareth almost burst into disbelieving laughter.

While he was haunted by visions of Nancy Wheeler holding a gun, Tiff loudly picked her pen back up, making enough noise that all eyes went to her.

“You beat my score on Mrs. Click’s practice test by two points.”

“Uh--yes?” Nancy said, blinking at her.

Tiff's eyes narrowed. “I’m kicking your ass on the final.”

Another dumbfounded blink.

“Okay?”

“Tiff’s coping, as are we--no…defensive measures necessary.” Jeff said, in a desperate bid to soothe things over, “We appreciate the offer.”

She nodded, seemingly placated by his response. “Actually, where is Steve? I wanted to talk to him too.” Nancy asked, changing topics with ease. “I haven’t seen him all day.”

“Ah-ha.” Tiff muttered under her breath, as if catching out what Nancy really wanted.

Stewart kicked her ankle.

“He’s with Eddie.” Grant said, covering the sound of their resulting scuffle.

“He’s been spending a lot of time with Eddie lately.” Nancy noted, in that same neutral tone the Feds spoke in. All fake nice without giving a single thing away.

It was a little terrifying.

“We all spend a lot of time with each other.” Tiffany shot back, hackles very much raised and not bothering to hide it. “We’re friends. That’s what friends do.”

“Man, we are vicious today!”

“She’s really sore about that grade.” Stewart covered, offering a sympathetic pat to Tiffany’s shoulder (who looked an awful lot like she was going to bite his hand for it).

Did Nancy Wheeler even know about the weird academic rivalry Tiff had with her? Gareth took one look at Tiff’s gritted teeth, and thought better of it.

“I wouldn't be if I was able to properly finish that essay,” Tiff motioned to the now hopelessly crumpled paper underneath her pen, “ instead of rushing it because I had to pull someone out of a lab--”

“Nancy’s right.” Jeff cut in, in another desperate attempt to distract them all from eating each other. “I haven't seen much of Steve or Eddie today.”

He turned expectantly to his right. “Gary?”

Gareth frowned back at him.

“Why would I know where they are?”

“Oh,” Stewart said, far too innocently. “You haven’t realized you’re their assigned zookeeper?”

Wadding up his napkin was second nature. So was launching it at his friend's head, who expertly (and unfortunately) dodged.

“So you’re saying you don’t know?” Grant asked, a smile creeping across his face.

Gareth opened his jacket, fishing around for a moment as if he was searching for something, before pulling his hand back to show off his extended middle finger.

Pity he actually had the answer.

“They’re in the drama room. Steve sweettalked Mr. Barns into letting them set up early for Hellfire’s game.” He grumbled, ruining the entire effect.

“See?” Stewart said smugly.

With deliberate slowness, Gareth raised up his other middle finger before waving them both in a circle.

“Fuck you, fuck you--”

“Not in your lifetime.” Tiffany answered, to multiple chortles.

“Don’t bother them, Wheeler.” Gareth continued, ignoring the assholes he called friends to turn back to Nancy. “They’re setting up for the Hellfire’s last game of the year and Ed’s is a little…obsessive about it.”

As in he was known to be a complete and utter terror in the days leading up to his grand finales but Gareth wasn’t telling her that.

These games were a big deal for Hellfire as a whole. Precious things they looked forward to and the finale game was something they often worked several months, if not a solid year, to reach.

This year's game had more riding on it than any one prior. Hellfire’s shared sanity, for example, and a shining piece of normality they all found themselves desperately needing.

(Plus the problem of Eddie flunking again--and not telling anyone.

See--Eddie had been touchy the first time he hadn’t graduated and even with the appearance of monsters and government lackeys, Gareth expected this year to be even worse--but the Steve of it all added a rather explosive emotional element.

“You still have most of Hellfire.” Gareth had pointed out, when he’d hitched a ride home a few days prior and found the paper declaring Eddie’s super senior year a lost cause. “You know you’ll still have them after they graduate too, right?”

“Because they’re going to be looking forward to their old pal Eddie while in college, sure.” Had been the clipped response.

“They will.” Gareth said, with a level of assurance he hoped Eddie could feel. “And if that’s the concern, then you’ll definitely still have Steve.”

Who hadn’t gotten into college, and openly admitted to refusing to try now that monsters were back.

“I guess.” Eddie had said, looking like a deflated party balloon.

In typical Munson fashion, he seemed to realize he was giving away more “real feelings” than he’d intended too, and changed the subject with an energy that Gareth knew was fake.

He hadn’t called him out on it though, and equally, he had not called out the mania Eddie had slowly been succumbing to since that fateful day. He’d get over it--Gareth knew he’d get over it--if they could just make it past the point where Eddie’s own brain informed him the world was ending to prove it.)

All of them deserved a break, and a place to put aside all the stupid shit and simply have a good time, and heading off Steve’s nosey ex-girlfriend before she could cause problems would go a long way to help.

“I’m sure they can spare two minutes.” Nancy was saying, mid creation of the exact problem Gareth was hoping to avoid.

“No--uh,” He flailed about for a reason she couldn’t, and the longer she frowned at him the more his brain simply vanished all forms of higher thought. “Don’t?”

Nancy’s expression soured, mouth twisting in a line Gareth very much did not like. “I’m sure they--”

“Tell us what other things you practice. Besides, you know. The pews.” He interrupted frantically.

Under the table his foot struck out, and though he had no idea who he’d struck he hoped whoever it was understood what exactly he was trying to do.

“The pews?” Nancy echoed, after a painfully long moment.

“You know? Pews!” Gareth mimed a gun, and then made “pew” noises while firing it.

Besides him, Jeff gave a very Harrington-like sigh.

(He’d been doing that a lot lately, Gareth made a mental note to mock him for it.)

“You cannot tell me you guys only practice with guns.” Tiffany huffed. She had not been the kicked party, but thankfully, hadn’t needed the nudge to catch on. “What happens if you run out of bullets?”

Nancy gave her an odd, almost calculating look.

“We use whatever else we have on hand.” She said flatly.

Which just boded so fucking well for the rest of this conversation (and Gareth’s life, given he was uncomfortably aware of the things that went bump in the night.)

“Well, give us an example.” Tiff continued, and given the now increasingly concerned looks that the rest of Hellfire was darting between her and Nancy, Gareth knew the rest of his idiots hadn’t caught on.

On a piece of paper he scrawled--and the underlined twice, for good measure;

‘Go. Find. Byers!’

--and then chucked it at Grant’s head. Who thankfully opened it, even if he made a face while doing so, before proceeding to pass the note around as Tiff and Nancy traded increasingly pointed words about weapons training.

“When you’re in a situation, you use whatever you have on hand. I would assume you knew this, given what I heard happened the other day.”

“Yes, but wouldn’t it make more sense to train and carry with backup weapons rather than just hoping you find something on the way? What if the--what if we’d been in the woods?”

Gareth watched the note travel from person to person, until it was dropped back in front of him.

‘You go find him.’ Someone had scrawled, followed by multitudes of doodles, two of which featured army-hat wearing dicks driving tanks.

Then and there, he decided that perhaps his friends truly did deserve death should a similar situation arise in the future.

Useless. They were all useless.

“You’re welcome to make a suggestion, Tiffany.”

“I will. I’ll make a list even.”

“Good.” Nancy smiled, with all her teeth.

“Fine.” Tiff returned, looking half feral.

Was this some type of weird mating ritual between academic types? God, they were scary.

‘Well, that definitely won’t come back to bite us in the ass.’ Gareth thought wryly as Nancy stormed off in the opposite direction of the drama room, tapping the note against the table. He glanced at the rest of the group, who appeared to be attempting to tempt Tiff out of her snit by way of asking her what dramatic bullshit she thought Eddie would be pulling in the finale.

If nothing else, he decided, they’d prevented ruining Eddie’s day--and possibly, their entire night.

Nothing, save more fucking monsters or equally evil government lackeys could manage that.

(Pity that Gareth had forgotten the third most powerful force on the planet when it came to wrecking plans.

Middle schoolers.)

xXx

The day had dragged but they'd made it, and Eddie in turn, had made that wait worth their while.

The lights in the drama room were low.

The entire table had been set up with such care and drama that Gareth almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Goblets lined both sides, each filled with a dark red liquid Gareth knew damn well could not be wine.

Candles--real ones, had been lit, casting shadows across Eddie’s face as he lounged in his throne, a master in their element.

A castle, meticulously crafted out of wooden sticks and painted a dark, forbidding gray towered in front of Eddie down at the end, with the layout of the insides crawling down the table atop carefully gridded paper.

Monstrous figurines stood in a row off to the side, like little soldiers, planted right in front of a plain, if not comically large, cardboard box.

It was elaborate, meticulous, and half the items had clearly been stolen from Steve’s house, if not outright decorated by the man’s own hand.

“Welcome, my friends.” Eddie purred, breaking the spell that had fallen over Hellfire.

“Oh my God.” Grant breathed, jostling Gareth’s shoulder as he pushed inside.

“Dude, you outdid yourself!” Stewart added, voice awed as he took it all in.

“He had help.” Steve confirmed, materializing at Eddie’s shoulder. He leaned forward, adjusting something in front of Eddie, ignoring the immediate angry swat and hissed warnings about “ruining the moment, Steven!”

“Glad to see you putting your mom’s party planning skills to good use.” Jeff teased, but no one missed the way he ran a hand down the table, staring giddily at the spread.

Steve gave him a shrug, but even in the dim light Gareth could see how pleased he looked.

It was magical, and Gareth felt something come alive in his chest that he’d privately thought the manticore had killed.

A childish sort of excitement, bubbling up as he realized he was about to have a damn fine time.

This, of course, is when the actual children came in.

“I made a timeline.” Dustin announced, shouldering his way in between Jeff and Grant to slam down a massive piece of paper.

“Oh my God where did you come from!?” Stewart yelped, started as more and more children suddenly swarmed Hellfire’s table.

“The middle school is literally next door. We walked.” Max rolled her eyes as she took a seat next to Tiffany. “What idiot let you guys light candles in here?”

El fell in right next to her, stealing what was clearly intended to be Grant’s chair.

Who looked like he’s about to say something about it until he caught sight of her delighted face.

Gareth would have laughed at the obvious way Grant’s shoulders slumped as he accepted his fate, if his own chair hadn’t just been usurped by Michael Wheeler.

“A timeline?” Steve asked, before Eddie could surge to his feet and kick the brats out.

(They all watched him jerk anyway, like he’d intended to do just that and barely caught himself.)

“Uh, everything?” Dustin scoffed, waving a beat up folder in the air. “We took it all the way back to when we first met El.”

Next to him, Lucas had stepped up to the table, running a hand down it in much the same way Jeff had. “We decided it might help us figure out where the manticore came from.” He said absently.

A riot of emotion exploded over Steve’s face, made all the funnier by the fact that it was entirely at odds with the setup he’d so lovingly created.

“I’m sorry, did we not hear the Chief of Police? He’s investigating this, our involvement is over.” Steve made a slashing motion with his hand, as if that would hold them all off.

(Gareth, who once watched all of these children fight each other over an arcade score for three consecutive days, knew it was a lost cause.)

Dustin made yet another scoffing sound in return.

Given how often he seemed to make them, Gareth wondered if he had problems with a sore throat.

“I thought we all widely agreed Hop’s investigation skills are terrible.”

“Hello?” Stewart said irritably. “We were about to get started?”

Eddie swung himself into a sitting position and made like he was going to stand up, likely to pounce on the opening Stewart had just given.

Pity Steve once again, beat him there.

“Yes, but he’s not investigating, is he? We,” Hellfire’s jock made another motion, this one a circular twirl of the hand. Gareth was starting to wonder if the gestures are directly linked to his stress level. “already did that part. He can now do the part he’s good at, which is fixing it.”

“He’s not good at fixing it, look at what happened with the demodogs!”

It was at this moment Gareth made his fatal mistake. In hindsight, he should have known better than to ask out loud,

“Okay, can someone please explain what the hell’s a demodog?”

Several protests, groans, and pencils are flung his way for it.

(“Do you know how often that word has been thrown around!?” He’d defend much, much later. “You guys keep saying it but not what they are!”

“If you stopped eavesdropping all the time maybe you wouldn’t be wondering about such things.” Eddie had responded snidely.

“It’s not my fault you keep talking about this shit when I’m right there you asshat--”)

“What, you didn’t think there were actually feral dogs in Hawkins did you?” One of the kids asks incredulously, like he can’t possibly believe anyone is so stupid as to buy into it.

“They were like the manticore, but small and more, well, doggish.” Dustin dismissed, this time with a Harrington flavored hand waive of his own. “Ask Steve, he was there.”

Gareth turned to do just that, D&D campaign be damned (He would not apologize for wanting to know what else might be out to kill them all even if the finale was technically on, sue him) to find Steve had slipped right into mother hen mode.

“No.” He spat, charging forward as he flapped his arms around, like the children are a flock of birds he can scare away. “You are not sucking anyone into this, and we are not getting involved! You heard Hop!”

Mike rolled his eyes. “Don’t be a coward, Steve.”

“I’m not a coward, I’m someone who doesn’t need another near death experience! There’s not a reward if you have five in a row, dickheads.”

Seething and not bothering to hide it, Eddie picked up the massive gold goblet in front of him and took an obnoxiously loud sip out of it.

“I’m also going to remind you that Henderson here,” Steve stopped behind Dustin to rattle his, “is going to camp in a few days? I believe the rest of you also have similar engagements.”

It was Mike’s turn to scoff.

“Lucas is only in summer school until 3 and camp doesn’t start for another two weeks. We have plenty of time!”

“It’s not summer school,” Lucas protested, eyes darting to Max and back as if she wasn’t aware the kid was a nerd. “It’s a creative writing program--”

“Yeah, well, the rest of us are busy.” Steve fired back. “So any theories you have, you can take and shove right up your ass.”

“Why is it always the ass with you Steve? Do you have an ass fixation?”

Gareth watched as Eddie immediately choked on the dyed Mountain Dew he had been chugging down, hacking so hard tears welled in his eyes.

Jeff shared a pained look with Gareth over the table as Grant pounded him on the back.

“I do not have an ass fixation, Henderson--”

“Okay.” Tiffany clapped her hands together, the sound ringing out throughout the drama room.

“Here’s the deal. Summer break is two days away. Steve is right--most of us here are working, if not preparing to go to college. No one needs to go snooping around where we aren’t wanted, and we definitely do not need anymore injuries. Kapeesh?”

Henderson immediately turned on her. “So we’re just gonna trust the guys who fucking started all this!?”

“Given they also have better ways of handling it, yes. We are. Hopper told them about Stewarts goo, they sent some suits in to kill the manticore, and thanks to El’s heads up we caught things ahead of time for once. Can’t we just enjoy that?” Steve was beyond worked up now, repeatedly running his hands through his hair, only to fix it, pick at it, and then repeat the process again. “For fucks sake Dustin, Eddie just stopped limping!”

“I don’t think it’s over.” Mike muttered angrily, pushing a finger against Tiffany’s water bottle.

She grabbed it before it toppled over, glaring at him.

“El, do you feel anything?” Steve spoke like he was invoking a god and not an undersocialized twelve year old.

“No.” She admitted, after a long almost uncomfortable pause. “I do not.”

Steve pointed at her victoriously. “There you go!”

“But--”

“No more buts!” Steve shrieked, before seemingly to realize he’d done so. He coughed, and then said; “I thought you dorks would be storming in here trying to get Eddie to DM for you, not harassing us about the Upside Down.”

“You guys are playing D&D?” Lucas asked, as if he hadn’t been salivating over the spread for the last five minutes.

“I really like your cleric.” Will said quietly to Jeff, having leaned over to look at his character sheet at some point during the argument.

“Will, aren’t you a Dungeon Boss?” Steve asked, to the horror of those around him. “Why don’t you go sit by Eddie, I’m sure you’d enjoy seeing how he does stuff.”

A wince rippled through the members of Hellfire.

There was simply no way Eddie Munson, a man known to be possessive at best, would ever allow any of them to even glance at his notebook, let alone his entire spread laid bare behind his screen.

Those were his secrets--the result of too many late nights and an easy contributor to his failing high school yet again--and this was the grand finale.

Steve sitting next to Eddie had been miraculous enough--and that was with Eddie actively demanding he sit there, in a vain attempt to drag Steve out of his issues.

Fearing the worst, Gareth snuck a glance at their glorious--and notoriously ridiculous--leader.

Eddie sucked on his teeth, the noise painfully loud in the abrupt silence, eyes on Byers the Younger before they drifted back to Steve.

Who clearly had no idea he’d put his foot in it.

Tiff looked ready to break a pencil, eyes glaring a hole in Eddie’s head as if daring him to disappoint the group's golden retriever while Grant, Jeff and Stewart had all magically found something else to look at.

Gareth himself hunkered down, waiting to see how this would play out.

One more painful, pulsing second and then Eddie seemed to come to a decision, rolling out his hand and gesturing Will closer.

“Indeed Baby Byers,” He dropped into one of his many DM voices, something deep but alluring. “come closer and learn from the master of masters. Perhaps you’ll find something here to take back to your own campaigns. Something truly…terrible.”

He waggled his eyebrows at Dustin as Will’s Party groaned, though none of them put up much of a fuss once they saw the sheer smile that overtook Will’s face.

With the unique combination of embarrassment and pride, Will took his place next to Eddie.

Steve beamed in the corner, clearly pleased with himself and it was not lost on Gareth (or anyone else in the know) that Eddie preened only after sneaking an obvious look at Steve’s face.

“God he has it bad.” Stewart muttered, only to hiss when Jeff not so subtly jabbed him with a pen.

Gareth just shook his head, and gave Eddie a grin that said he would absolutely be getting shit for this later.

“Stevie, be a dear and fetch more chairs would you?” Eddie drawled, as he settled back into his throne, baby Byers happily checking out the items he had laid out behind his DM screen.

Which Gareth supposed was Steve’s punishment for inviting the kids along, but then, Eddie may as well have been bossing the jock around all day regardless given the look of the place.

(He’d certainly taken advantage of doing just that while his leg had been healing.)

That was their mess though, and Gareth happily put all thoughts of monsters, murder, men in black and every other awful M word aside to inside pull out his luckiest D20 die.

“Hellfire,” Eddie boomed as the all finally settled, “It's time to show the kiddies how it's done. Let’s roll!”

“And Dustin bitches at me for my puns.” Steve loudly complained as he came back into the room with chairs.

Eddie shushed him again.

#Ive pretty much lost the tag list for this #so if you would still like to get tagged for updates #lemme know below #steddie #the party #Hellfire adopts Steve #Look they lived #Eddie isnt even limping that bad promise #Hellfire finale #0o0 fanfics #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve is hellfires collective golden retriever #kids continue to be just The Fucking Worst in terms of annoying Steve lmao #they are taking YEARS off that mans life

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kindaasrikal · 7 months ago

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Garmadon and Morro, and their unused dumbassery in the departed realm, part 5:

Part 4 - Part 6

*arguing with someone, maybe Chen*

Morro: yeah? Well why don’t you go SUCK MY-

Garmadon: *covers his mouth* he didn’t mean that.

Garmadon: Well, he did, and I share the sentiment, but in a more dignified manner.

Morro: Garmadon, what’s that.

Garmadon: what is what?

Morro: *pointing at the very fast flying object hurtling towards them.* that.

Garmadon: *turns around uninterestedly to see.* hm?-

Garmadon: *look up to see his father flying full speed ahead on top of a dragon, standing with a sign saying “WELCOME SON AND GRAND CHILD, WORDS WILL BE SHARED IN THE NEXT FEW SECONDS, BE PREPARED.” In bold.*

Garmadon: *blinks up at it*

Garmadon: *picks Morro up and makes a run for it* all of our mistakes hurtling towards us, child.

Morro:…why, is your father, the First Spinjitzu master, chasing us?

Garmadon: It’s punishment in the form of torture.

Fsm: *wishes to smother them* YOU CANNOT RUN, MY CHILDREN.

Garmadon: Morro, dear child, genuinely, what is wrong with you.

Morro: *standing being half alive half not (literally half alive half dead one side of his form has a body the other does not. You can see his insides.), glowing pink, and tied to a tree as he floats upwards. He has the most blank expression known to man.* I blame Wu, and only Wu.

Garmadon: He is not even dead.

Morro: yet.

Garmadon:….what did you do-

Garmadon: Morro.

Morro: mmshshh *laying face down on the ground, just cause he can*

Garmadon: No- Morro.

Morro: what? *muffled by the grass.*

Garmadon: Child, you had a bowl cut?

Morro: *shoots up* WHERE WHAT WHY HOW-

Morro: *having just entered the Departed realm, bumping into Garmadon for the first time since the other was chained up*

Garmadon: Morro, what a pleasure.

Morro: *jumps.* Garmadon, I see you made it out of-

Garmadon: *raises an eyebrow.*

Morro:

Morro: ah

Morro: what…are you wearing?

Garmadon, who traded his clothes with Lloyd right before he left, as a last minute gift before they never see each other again: *scowls* it’s better than what you’re wearing.

Morro: I DIED IN THIS?-

Guys please im losing ideas i gotta scrounge up the worst ones imaginable in my head.

Anyways the Fsm defo jumped Garm and Morro, bullied them, and smothered them in love. He’s been lonely for the past few years. No i do not take criticism this is definitely the fsm.

I miss Morro. And Sensei Garmadon. I rlly want smth on these two.

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rewiringtoheal · 12 days ago

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To Exist Here With You

Alpha!PeggyNat x Omega!Reader

Summary: Your Alpha's risk their lives everyday to protect you from the horrors that plague humanity. They are not prepared in the slightest for the moment you decide to do the same for them.

words: 2, 444

Warning: canon typical violence, gunshot wound, Talks of blood, emotional conversations, angst.

Chaos. You were surrounded by pure chaos. Detecting the hydra infiltration earlier this week was a piece of cake compared to this. You are a high clearance tech analyst within Shield and have bare minimum field experience. Right now, you wish you had listened to your Alphas when they tried to get you to train with them. You were naive thinking Black Widow and Captain Carter would always be around to protect you. Never stopping to realize that maybe one day they would be the ones that need protecting. You’re hiding in plain sight behind a clothing line watching your love's battle for their lives.

Peggy is getting pummeled around by the hydra stomper. It makes your stomach churn with fear. You know she’s giving it her all. If there is any way she can save you and Natasha she’s going to take it. Even if it’s at the expense of her own life. The absolute idiot. Meanwhile, Natasha is valiantly taking on the Iron Maiden, knowing full well that if the Red Room gets their hands on the three of you, it’s game over. She’s tired and slowing down after fighting through waves of other black widows beforehand. They both are reaching their limits. God, why did you have to mate with such self-sacrificing Alphas? There has to be something you can do.

Your inner Omega keeps screaming for you to save them from their fates. Protect them. You can’t lose your mates. It’s too painful. You must save them. The odds of not getting captured are high with the red room scanning for living beings within their nuclear village but you can’t stay here anymore. Looking between both battles you see that Peggy and the hydra stomper seem to have come to a stalemate during your inner contemplation. She may be trying to convince Steve who he really is and with any luck hopefully she will be able to break through to him. Your decision made on where to go you finesse your way closer to where Natasha is battling the Iron Maiden. You’ve never seen her get thrown around like this. It’s terrifying to watch.

The way to protect Natasha becomes abundantly clear within a few seconds. You know they are going to be furious with you if you somehow survive this but if they are willing to lay their lives down for you. Why can’t you do the same for them? The Iron Maiden has Natasha on the ground with a heel stepping purposefully on her throat. A gun aimed point blank. You react without thinking, lunging towards her with speed you didn’t know you possessed, tackling her to the ground. You hear the sound of the gunshot going off from beneath you but nothing compares to the feeling of the bullet piercing your abdomen. Time feels like it’s moving in slow motion as your body grows taut from the pain. You’re not quite sure what happens after that. All you can focus on is the warmth of the blood seeping out of your body as it pours onto the ground around you. You hear your Alpha’s howling in grief and the swish of Peggy’s shield. It is truly a mystery to you how you end up cradled in Natasha’s arms. She keeps telling you to stay with them. The look of despair in her eyes makes you want to, but you're so tired. Peggy’s trying her hardest to keep pressure on the wound. It seems to be in vain. You don’t want her to blame herself but the heart broken look she’s shooting you tells you all you need to know.

“Darling, please hang on. The quinjet is almost here.” Peggy pleads.

You want to stay more than anything. To live a lifetime with them is your dream but you're growing so cold. Your eyelids are so heavy. You no longer have the strength to hold them open. As you start to fade away you can’t help but think how thankful you are that the last thing you will see on this earth are the beautiful faces of your mates.

“No, Detka. Keep your eyes open for me, please.” Natasha cries.

You really wish you could.

xXx

You know something awful happened to you. You just aren’t sure what it is. You can’t seem to open your eyes no matter what you do. Every minute of the day is spent in darkness. You can hear the sounds of steady beeping and muffled voices. You can feel a weight resting in your right hand. You can even smell the most exquisite aroma and feel soft lips press against your forehead.

On some days, the muffled voices turn into only one voice. This voice pleads with you to wake up. You wish you could more than anything. If not to figure out what’s going on then to bring comfort to this person. Everytime it happens the person seems to grow more and more desperate for you to come too.

You’re not sure how long this cycle has been repeating. It could be days, a month, or even a year. Truthfully you’re not even sure if you are alive anymore. It feels like you are just continuously drifting through a never ending limbo. Is this person you so desperately want to comfort even real? Are you even real anymore?

All these questions float around your sluggish brain until one day something feels different. Someone is coaxing you back to this world. You can feel your mind getting sharper and becoming more aware. You can feel yourself reconnecting with your body and you feel a dull ache in your abdomen. A bright light looms over your eyes. And for the first time in a long time your eyes flutter open. And everything rushes back to you. The memories of the Iron Maiden pulling out a gun and aiming it directly at Natasha. The piercing pain after intercepting it and the howls of grief stricken Alphas echoing around you.

You are brought back to the present moment by a woman's voice. You look around seeing the familiar face of Dr. Cho in pink scrubs.

“Miss Y/L, I hope you remember me. It’s Dr. Cho, sweetie. You were in a very serious accident and have been in a medically induced coma for the last three weeks. Your body needed time to heal from the bullet wound and the amount of blood loss you suffered. Don’t try to speak, we haven't taken your breathing tube out yet.” Dr. Cho said soothingly.

Before you can fully take in what she has said. You feel the weight in your hand give a tight squeeze. You move your eyes to the right and see a very disheveled Natasha Romanoff. She looks like she hasn’t slept for days; dark black bags are underneath her eyes. Her hair is in a messy bun and she's wearing one of your old MIT sweatshirts. What really rocks you to your core though is the lingering look of devastation mixed with hope in those beautiful green orbs. It breaks your heart. The person pleading with you to wake up was Natasha. And you’re not sure how to process that. Your mate has always been soft for you but the stoic Alpha displaying her emotions so openly is jarring.

Your eyes flick around the room in search of your other mate. Until they land on the familiar regal silhouette of your Alpha staring at you through the room window, tears cascading down Peggy’s cheekbones. The longing in her gaze is undeniable. You wonder why she's so far away from you before returning your gaze to Natasha. As you lay there staring at her you can see the devastation and hope quickly turn into panic.

“Is this normal? She doesn’t seem to know what’s going on? What if she didn’t get enough oxygen to her brain when she was down?” Natasha’s voice was coated with worry.

“She is stable right now and coming out of a coma, Nat. It’s normal for her to be a little out of it. There is nothing to worry about yet. I will tell you if that changes.” Dr. Cho reassured her.

Natasha didn’t look convinced in the slightest. And knowing her as well as you do, you knew she was ramping up for a fight, so you mustered up all the energy you had in you. And you squeezed her hand. Natasha’s eyes snap to yours; fresh tears spring to those emerald eyes you love so much.

“Y/n?” she whimpered.

xXx

The past few weeks have been quite the journey. Recovering from a fatal bullet wound is no joke. The pain and anxiety that has come with it has been overwhelming. You wouldn’t have been able to get through it without your Alpha’s. They have been the most supportive partners while you heal. That being said, as Dr. Cho examines you for the last time before you’re released from the med bay; you can’t help but stare at the pacing Alpha’s through the window. Their behavior as of late is concerning you. Natasha can barely have you out of her sight while Peggy is always here to support you but she’s grown distant. It’s understandable. It really is but it’s terrifying you.

“Well Miss. Y/L, your healing has exceeded expectations. You’re going to need to take it easy for a while but you will be out of here in no time.” Dr. Cho moves to gently rest her hand on your shoulder. Giving it a comforting squeeze. “I know you're scared right now but they are dealing with what happened to you in their own way. Believe it or not they are in far better shape then they were when you were brought in.”

“I can’t imagine they were any better than I am when one of them ends up here. I never wanted them to feel that pain but I did what I had to do to protect them.” You shrug helpless and full of sorrow.

Dr. Cho gives you a soft smile. “I get it. Trust me. They just aren't used to being on this side of things. They are always the heroes that end up waking up from injuries, not the loved ones that worry over said injuries.” She chuckles a little. “And those Alpha’s of yours are always so quick to blame themselves.”

“I know…I don’t know what to do.” You whisper.

“You talk to them, sweetie. Now, it’s about time we let those two back in here so you three can get on home.”

xXx

Your Alpha’s fluff the pillows and cushions your nest is made out of. Before tucking you in with blankets they’ve scented to bring you comfort. The relief you feel surrounded by their scent is instant. Your scattered mind clears and your sore abdomen finds solace in the warmth.

Peggy kneels beside you, caressing your cheek. “Do you need anything else, love?”

“We can get you more blankets or a couple of our hoodies if you’re not comfy enough, Detka.” Natasha snuggles into your unoccupied side, gently rubbing her nose over your scent gland.

You allow yourself to bask in their presence for a few seconds, pulling Peggy down to lay with you as well. The familiar essence of cinnamon clove and lavender grow stronger as you cuddle them.

“I’m as comfortable and as happy as I could ever be here with you guys. The only thing I need is for the two of you to start talking to me about what happened. Natasha can barely stand to have me out of her sight and Peggy is here physically…but emotionally not so much.”

The arms wrapped around you squeeze you just a tad bit tighter. You watch Peggy’s brows furrow and her deep, chocolate brown eyes fill with guilt. You feel wet tears sliding down your neck where Natasha clings to you.

“Darling, I didn’t mean to neglect you in this way. I couldn’t bare to see you in that hospital bed, looking so pale and fragile. It broke me. I’m so sorry, I haven't been handling this well.” Peggy pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. “You have to understand how difficult this is for us. When I heard that shot ring out and saw you laying there. I couldn’t..”

The sob she releases breaks your hearts. “Peggy, I do understand, I promise. We all deal with pain in a different way. The terror I feel everytime I get a call about you or Natasha being injured is unbearable but I always talk to you guys about it. You can’t lock your feelings away, sweetheart.”

“I know…I think I’ve been trying to avoid facing this. We watched our Omega almost bleed out. It was harrowing. There was nothing Nat or I could do but apply pressure to your wound while watching you drift away.” she croaks, her teary eyes searching yours. “I’ve lost so many people in my lifetime but losing you or Nat…I wouldn’t survive it.”

You hesitate, struggling to find the right words. “And I wouldn’t survive losing either of you. The Iron Maiden would have shot Natty. I couldn’t let that happen.” Your eyes well up with tears, pleading with them. “I’m sorry for the pain it caused you both but I will not apologize for saving her.”

Peggy inhales shakily. “You didn’t tell me that, Nat.” she reaches for her with heart broken eyes. “I almost lost you both.”

A choked sob escapes Natasha’s lips, as she burrows further into you. “Our Omega shouldn’t have had to save me. I should have been stronger…Everytime I close my eyes I see it. The endless pool of red that spilled out of her, the paleness of her skin and the way the light left her eyes. It was supposed to be me.” she said, voice thick with despair.

“Oh baby, no. Don’t you dare say that. I survived what happened. I’m here with you both. If it had been you. We would have lost you. The Iron Maiden was aimed right at your-” you can’t even finish the sentence, so overcome with anguish.

Trembles overtake the three of you as you lay clutching onto one another. Your Alpha’s openly weeping onto your collarbone, as you drag their hands together, intertwining them over your heart.

“See, my brave, strong, fearless Alpha’s. I’m here, feel the pounding of my heart underneath your hands. And the pulse of each other in your palms.”

“I love you so much, my darlings.” Peggy mewls.

“I love you two more than anything.” Natasha whispers.

“I love you too, my precious Alphas.”

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bluessmutifyplaylist · 1 year ago

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(Horny Round 3~)

Vil dressing up his male lover into a pretty doll with the finest lingerie, silks, accessories, etc.

Just to completely make a mess of them and turn him absolutely dumb. Maybe he's even a little mean about it (but not too mean, cuz such pretty dolls are meant to be praised). No thoughts, just his pretty little toy. 🫶🥰💋

Warnings: Male AMAB!Reader, praise and degradation, anal penetration (reader receiving), dumbification, you’re wearing lingerie (bra and panties), handjob, not quite a blowjob but close, anal, anal penetration, does this count as feminization?, losing your anal virginity

Vil Schoenheit

Everything started off innocent enough. He wanted to design clothes for you that would match your complexion, and Sevens knew Crowley wasn’t going to assist you in that department. So, he took your measurements and came up with a few clothing ideas. However, as he continued drawing designs, the more… suggestive… they became.

That did not deter him, as you were compliant and let him dress you up however he wished. Again, it started innocently. Your altered uniform hugging your body, some casual clothes to wear on the weekends or after school. Then, you moved onto the pajamas. The modest ones came first, with some button-up shirts made of soft material as well as matching pants.

While you were trying these on, you noticed how the clothes hugged your figure tighter and tighter. Vil also kept calling you a little ‘doll’, and you felt yourself getting embarrassingly aroused. However, there was no use trying to make your erection go away because the Housewarden already noticed and was doing it on purpose.

“Is my little doll ready?~”

The outfit you were wearing wasn’t even an outfit. It was a lacy two-piece lingerie, exposing your torso and your legs. It barely covered your nipples and dick, and you knew it was definitely intentional. The thought alone made you shudder, but not out of nervousness or disgust, but love.

You walked out from behind the folding screen, but instead of being on the chair at the desk he was sitting at, the Pomefiore Housewarden was right in front of you. He used his vice grip to make sure that you couldn’t get away, holding your face in his hands.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N. How would you like to be my doll today? I can tell that the thought excites you,” A smirk graced his lips, and you found yourself nodding before your lips were captured in a passionate and fierce kiss.

His hands were cold but smooth as they ran up and down your waist and hips. His lip gloss was smothering your lips, and his tongue invaded your mouth. His grip tightened a bit as he walked you back to his bed, laying you delicately onto his bed as though you were made of china. Then, he pulled away.

“My dumb, pretty doll, who doesn’t know anything. So much so, he gave me control…” He whispered as he leaned in to kiss you again, reaching behind your arched back and unclasping the bra part with just one hand. You gasped in shock, but found yourself mesmerized with the kiss.

It didn’t take long until you were completely barren, Vil’s hand pumping up and down on your dick. You’ve already cum twice and were shooting blanks at this point. However, you never told him to stop. You kept thrusting your hips into his hand. Your skin was covered with lipgloss kisses, and Vil would kiss the tip of your member when he could sense you were closing in on another orgasm.

All the while, he was uttering degrading praise. Calling you his ‘dumb, pretty doll’, correcting you whenever you tried to speak by saying ‘dolls shouldn’t speak’. He’ll even pinch your thigh to correct you as well.

“Is my pretty doll ready for me? Ready to be ruined by my cock?~” He asks as he poses you on all fours, grabbing a bottle of lube to prepare your hole. Typically, he doesn’t like his dolls’ voices to be broken, but the way yours was breaking had him loving it.

You let out a nod, and then you feel your anus being penetrated slowly by his fingers. He doesn’t want you getting hurt, so he stretches you enough to take him into you. It feels weird at first, having your anal virginity being taken… but then you start to feel the pleasure.

When he deemed you good enough to take the real thing, he lined himself up and told you that if you needed him to stop, just tell him to do so. It hurt at first, but you didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, you waited for the pleasure to come, and it was worth the wait.

Vil reached around you and continued stroking your dick, slowly, at the same pace as he was thrusting into you. He leaned forward to press gentle kisses to your back, decorating his doll in lipgloss kisses. His pace remains the same, and he absolutely loves the sounds you make, no matter how quiet or loud they are.

Even as he reaches his climax, he is not going any faster or slower. He cums in your ass while you cum onto his sheets, and feeling your anus clench around him felt absolutely heavenly. His doll did so good for him… how about another round, doll?~

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kiemiu · 30 days ago

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𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝓢𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 𝓒𝐚𝐭 𝓢𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

pairing kang sae-byeok x fem!reader | wc: 2k

summary -> a sudden visit to the orphanage from sae-byeok leaves you scared and confused for her while simultaneously being hurt by her words. warnings -> some hurtful words to reader, only because sae-byeok is really guarded. :(

( beneath the quiet masterlist )

11:25AM

You wake to the faint murmur of the morning, the sun shining directly into your eyes through the sliver of curtain that failed to cover your window. You let out a muffled groan, forcing your head further into your pillow to hide yourself from the sun, not yet wanting to drag yourself out of bed and into the well-worn workday routine that you had gotten so tired of. Lifting your hand to cover the side of your face, you feel the weight of your phone still in your hand and without thinking, you unlock it, eyes scanning for a message—her message. A flicker of desperate hope sparks within you, though you hate to admit it. And there it is. A reply.

Kang Sae-Byeok :)

Kang is fine. Only text for emergencies.

Her words are cold, clipped, and impersonal, laced with an intentional distance that cuts deeper than you would've liked to admit. You stare at the screen, equal parts relieved at her response yet frustrated at yourself for wanting more. Why had you expected anything different? Why had you let yourself hope for warmth, for connection? Sighing, you toss your phone aside and lazily kick your legs out of your blanket, trying to direct your focus on preparing for the dreary day ahead.

Rain pelts against the window in steady sheets, matching the slight heaviness in your chest as you languidly get ready, slowly slipping your arms and legs through your clothes with barely any movement to get off of the bed, quietly thanking yourself for taking a shower and washing your hair the night before so you didn’t have to do it that morning.

Running to your car, and the hour and a half long drive to the orphanage went by in a blur. Your movements stuck in auto-pilot as you followed the same footsteps as usual.

Entering the orphanage, you're immediately bombarded by the hyperactive energy soaring through the children. Even when the dark and gloomy weather traps the children indoors, their boundless energy reverberates off the walls. The chaos swirling around you as groups of kids rip and run through the halls, jumping down the steps, hopping over couches, and laughing boisterously. Yet amidst it all, a small familiar figure sits idly. Cheol sits alone, his small frame huddled at the corner of the room, his eyes following the other children as they restlessly run up and down breathlessly, a faint smile on his face.

Concern tugs at you, as you set your things by the front door, leaving your slightly muddy boots outside by the door. You quietly make your way over, dodging scattered toys on the floor, and speedy children. Unfortunately not being able to make it out of the way fast enough, being used as a human shield as two kids ran around you, one of them stopping while the other aimed to shoot with an toy arrow gun, instead of hitting the intended person it bounced off of your stomach. A blank face adorning you as you grabbed the toy from the boy. “Eric, what did I say about shooting things in the house?” you ask sternly, hands placed on your hips as you shoot him a pointed look.

He cowers under your gaze, a quick murmur of a “Sorry.” leaving his lips before the girl behind you started to run, Eric not fully getting his apology out before he started off on his chase again. A sigh left you before you continued your tread over to Cheol who’s eyes had already found yours, his figure perking up when he noticed you making your way towards him.

Slowly you crouch down to meet his gaze, setting the toy gun aside.

“Cheol, is everything okay? Why aren’t you playing with the other kids?” you quietly ask, your head tilting to the side.

He rests his head on his propped up knees with a small huff before speaking, his voice soft yet steady. “I’m just..nervous.”

Something about his timidness strikes a chord deep within you. You gently pout at him before lifting him to stand with you. “Oh, cmon’ they don't bite, I promise. Except maybe Youngseo but only when she’s hungry.” you reply with gentle encouragement. His eyes slightly widen as they trail over to Youngseo who seems to be chewing on the arm of her stuffed animal. He slightly cowers behind you, even as you slowly coax him toward the group, silently urging the other children to include him by asking what game they are playing. Slowly but surely, Cheol steps from behind you, his grip on shirt loosening as a small group of girls and boys wave him over into their circle, and soon enough their laughter fills up the entire room, gentle smiles and giggles escaping them as they talk animatedly, leaving you to smile to yourself as he breaks out of his shell, easing the worries you once felt.

With a small wake up call from Eliana letting out a shrill shriek at Eric, chasing her around with a fake bug an exasperated roll of your eyes happening before you could stop.

With all of the ruckus going on you could barely get a word in, wondering where your mother could be at this time, and more importantly what could she be doing. Instead of screaming at the top of your lungs over multiple kids you resorted to flickering the lights on and off until they calmed down. “Alright, come on. Let’s straighten up. No more running around, you can either play in the play room or watch tv in the living room. One or the other.” you interject, some of the kids let out small groans as they weren’t ready to stop running around.

After your speech you urged the children to help you clean up and run off to their designated areas until lunch time.

Once they were occupied with cleaning, you walked over to your mothers room, knocking on the door before entering. “Sick, again?” you asked, your fingers gesturing over sick when she wasn't looking.

“Ohh, yeah.” she murmured, her eyes trained on her ipad as she lay back in bed with an ice pack pressed to her forehead, most-likely playing solitaire or sudoku. You sighed with a hint of annoyance. “Okay, call if you need anything.” you murmured half-heartedly before shutting the door.

Just as the children started to settle down, the sharp chime of the doorbell pierced through the air. With a resigned sigh, you push off of Mama Kim’s door and head to the front door.

When you swing the door open, the sight that greets you makes you freeze in place: Sae-byeok. She stands there stiffly, her frame slightly shivering as she’s drenched to the bone, her soaked clothes clinging to her like a second skin. Rainwater trails down her face, caressing the fresh wounds on her cheek while dripping from her chin, pooling on the porch below her.

“Come in,” you manage to choke out, your voice wavering between concern and disbelief. You usher her inside, the words tumbling from your mouth in a disorganized flood—”do you need a towel to dry off? I think I might have some spare clothes—oh, my god you're bleeding.”

Even with all of the offers for towels, dry clothes, and concerned questions about her injuries—she does nothing but cut you off with her trademark bluntness, a slam of the door behind her following.

“I’m here to see my brother,” she says, her tone flat and firm. Yet there’s something different about her. Beneath the sharpness of her words lies a faint but unmistakable crack in her composure, a fragile edge you can’t ignore, her gaze slightly wavers at the way you keep glancing over at her in worry. Her shoulders slightly easing before she straightened herself out and furrowed her eyebrows harder, the glimpse of vulnerability disappearing just as soon as it came.

Swallowing the questions that crowded your mind, you simply nod and retrieve Cheol from his new group of friends in the playroom. Worry falling over you as you hesitate to take his hand and lead him down the hall to see his battered and drenched sister. Yet to your surprise the boy’s gaze flits to her battered face, but he shows no surprise, his calm demeanor unsettling. It’s as though this version of her—worn, wounded, yet unyielding—has become a familiar sight. The thought weighs on you in a heavy way, your frown deepening.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” you whispered before turning to leave them alone, Cheol’s voice making you stop in your tracks, his little hand that was gripping yours now gripping hers as he turns to you with a quiet yet pointed question. “Noona, did you thank Miss Kim yet?”

His words catch you off guard as he looks up at Sae-Byeok with wide doe eyes. She bristles at his suggestion, her brows furrowing in discomfort from being put on the spot. She scratches at her temple, her irritation barely veiled, before she quietly mutters out, “Thank you… for helping Cheol when he needed it.” The words are stiff, as if they were dragged out unwillingly from her lips.

You nod, offering a polite, strained smile. “No worries.” you quickly reply, turning around once again to leave before Cheol insists you stay with them. There's clear hesitance in your figure as you're able to read the tension in Sae-byeok’s stance. Cheol’s earnest tugs at you and Sae-Byeok’s sleeve is insistent, making it hard to say ‘No’ to his pleas.

Ignoring the unrelenting glare of Sae-byeok, you hesitantly nod your head, giving him your hand. He quickly grabs onto it, one hand holding yours, the other holding Sae-byeoks as he drags the both of you towards the visitor area.

You choose to sit at a seat across from the two, not wanting to invade too much by getting too close. “Oh, wait! I forgot to get my painting.” he shouts in sudden realization, soon enough Cheol scampers out of his seat to go retrieve it, leaving you and Sae-byeok in the brittle silence of an unspoken conversation. Your eyes flit to the bruises on her knuckles, the fresh cuts on her face.

When she feels the burn of your gaze lingering on her hands, she quickly tucks the evidence of her battered hands out of sight. The gesture only deepening the knot of worry in your chest.

“Miss Kang,” you venture cautiously, “where are you staying?”

Her response is quick and laced with venom. “Out of the way. Just like you should be.”

You blink, stunned. “I—I’m sorry?” you question, your face crestfallen, mirroring your hurt and confusion.

“I don’t need your help or your pity,” she snaps. “I’m here for my brother and that’s it.”

The harshness in her voice cuts deeper than it should, but you manage a nod, fighting to steady your composure. “I wasn’t trying to pity you,” you murmur, biting back the forming lump in your throat. “I just want to help.” you add on, your eyes averting from hers, and falling to your lap, watching as your hands fiddled with the fabric of your cardigan, a nervous habit you had formed in your elementary years.

You clear your throat in your final attempt to grasp at any composure you had left “ If—if you ever need a place to stay, or help at all, you have my number.” you add on, eyes glancing quickly to her before they land on Cheol’s approaching figure.

His wide smile quickly falls at the look on youand Sae-Byeok's faces. Hers serious, almost regretful as her eyes glance back and forth between the table and out of the window, while yours were on him, yet they were glossy with a slight red tint.

“What happened? Did you guys fight?” he asked quietly, his hand holding his painting gently falling to his side. “No, no, Cheol. I—um just have to get back to the other kids. I’ll try to stay a little longer with you guys tomorrow.” you add on quickly, getting up from the seat before giving them a deep bow and excusing yourself.

You can feel her eyes burning into you, but you refuse to turn around and meet her gaze, retreating to the playroom where the children’s laughter rings like a fragile balm to your frayed nerves. Eliana looks up as you enter, her smile tentative and bright, you don’t hesitate to return it, even as the weight of Sae-byeok’s presence still lingers, heavy and unshakable.

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