#snaps getting kissies already

[itssliyahhxoxo]

“Jealous?”

(𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: (based on this request) Can u do a Paige x Media manger reader where they have been hooking up secretly and one day a teammate comments on how hot reader is and then Paige slips up and brags about their hookup. Then reader gets mad after finding out!! End how you want to😁

Paige watched as you talked to geno with a soft smile, the smile she loved. “Your drooling” Paige looked away from you to look beside her “what?”. Kk shook her head “just talk to her already” Paige took a quick glance at you then looked down shaking her head.

“Well if you don’t I will” kk laughed when Paige head snapped up and Paige gave her a look. “I’m kidding” she held her hands up, “but if you don’t someone else will” kk told her before getting up to head back on the court.

Paige looked back to you, geno was gone and you were alone on your phone. Feeling eyes on you you looked up and saw Paige staring, you softly smirked before getting up and walking out. Paige watched confused, she made sure no one was watching before getting up and followed you.

She turned the corner only to bump into you, leaning against the wall and arms crossed you looked up at Paige shaking your head “can you be any more obvious?” “W-what?” She stuttered at the look you gave her.

“You know what, with all the staring” you told her “it’s rude, not to admire such beauty” she smirked leaning against the wall towering over you. You smiled looking away trying not to blush, but lost it when she made you look at her she slowly pulled in for a kiss, but you stopped her “not here” you said softly.

Paige groaned “fine are you free tonight?” She asked, you chuckled “no sorry I have a lot of work to catch up on”.

Paige pouted poking out her bottom lip “but tomorrow I’m free” her eye lit up “I’m all yours tomorrow” you smirked “you bet your ass you are” Paige whispered “shut up” you laughed. “go before geno realize you’re gone” she hesitated, but listened.

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The team had went out to eat after practice, wanting to relax. “have you seen (☆) new post” azzi suddenly asked everyone, everyone shake their heads, except for Paige azzi pulls out her phone and shows everyone. “My girl ate” kk clapped, everyone giggled “but no actually (☆) is soo hot”.

Paige eyes snapped to ice, azzi nodded agreeing with ice. Everyone began talking about you in the picture, page being the only one silent, “her man lucky” ice sighed “she doesn’t have one” Paige finally spoke her eyes widen, realizing what she said Everyone pause and looked at her “and how do you know?” kk asked “know w-what?” paige took a big goat out of her drink.

“That (☆) is single?” Azzi asked Paige felt attacked feeling the gaze of everyone on her “you too are seeing each other aren’t you?” kk said excitedly, a little too loud. “SHH, and no we’re not” paige panicked. her face turning red “yes you are it all over your face OH MY GOD” Kk squealed Paige new she messed up.



The next day, it was another practice this time it was different. Everyone kept giggling at page confusing geno “knock it off” Paige whispered to azzi and kk who are making Kissy faces at her.

Everyone’s eyes look to the door as you walked in page was shocked and also confused, “hey girls” you smiled at everyone “hiiiiiii (☆)” everyone singed. You looked at them confused you didn’t look to page and saw her red face.

She tried to make her way towards you before anyone else, but before she could Kk was in front of you she froze and watched as you two talked you’re gaze snapped to hers that’s when she knew she was in for it. KK continue to talk as you stare at Paige Disbelief and anger filled your eyes.

“Shit”

Gonna Make a part 2🥰 and keep the request coming 😗.



[daphwritesworld]

Chapter 4— YKWIM?

content: Top!Leah, Bottom!Reader, pussy eating (both receiving), impact play (R receiving), face riding, degradation, caught cuddling, little flash of toxic!Leah, angry!Leah, & mean!Leah

warnings: allusions to heavy dom/sub relationship, one slap in the face, angst, Leah taking her anger out on Reader, calling reader a slut once, crying reader oops

synopsis: The arrival of a familiar face brings a whole new wave of emotions over you. Can you withstand the flesh and blood reminder of your past, or will it start to tear you apart?

word count: 3.7k

Series Masterlist: here.

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

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“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL– Y/N?!” A loud and all too familiar voice booms out. You and Leah jolt awake from the commotion, and you end up on the floor as a result. A rough sounding groan slips from your lips as the wind gets knocked out of you, sitting up as you rub at your head. “Darling, are you alright?” Leah’s concerned morning voice pulls you from your dazed confusion, scooping you up as she settles you back into couch cushions. 

“Somebody better start explaining– NOW!!” It’s only then that you realize she’s actually here, and that this isn't some horrible nightmare. Before Leah even has a chance to get words out, you’re springing up and dragging Keira into the downstairs bathroom. “HEY! Where are you two going?” Leah’s hoping up after the shock wears off, hot on your trail. “GIVE US A MINUTE!” And that stops her right in her tracks. Leah has NEVER heard you speak like that. The anger and hurt in your voice, and what’s that look on Keira’s face? She can't quite place it...

She just stands there with her hands in her pockets, anxiously biting at her lips as she thinks about all the possibilities. Oh god did you and Keira date? Is she her best friend's ex's rebound?? Are you married? Is that why you won't talk about your sudden departure from Barca? OH GOD..Leah is a mistress?!? Is that why you left in the middle of the night in Ibiza? Leaving Leah with nothing but your scent on her sheets and the fond memories you both now share…Because you had to cover up the tracks of your affair? Then like a brick drops on her head— did you break Keira's heart somehow? That look on her face…it was one of betrayal. And no matter how much she cares for you, she'd never speak to you again if that were true.

She gets pulled out of her head when the bathroom door reopens. Both of you come out, laughing and smiling as Keira shoves at your shoulder. You both come to a stop as you take in Leah's disheveled appearance, Keira cracking up as she runs to mess up Leah's hair with her hands. "You look like utter shit! Better go shower before I take your girlfriend home with me!"

A groan leaves your lips as wrap up in the blanket on the end of the couch, "She's NOT my girlfriend!"

"Oh sure! You just cuddle through the night with all your friends with benefits, don't you?" The redhead says as a smirk spreads across her face.

"You told her we're friends with benefits, you little worm?!" Leah looks at you with an offended look. 

"NO! I didn't even tell her we've had sex! Let alone—"

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Keira erupts into a fit, jumping off of Leah as she points an accusing finger your way. 

Your face goes red as you snap your mouth shut, not even realizing what was coming out of it until it was too late. "I'm delusional from the flu right now, don't put words in my mouth!"

Keira rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms across her chest, "YOU PUT THOSE WORDS IN YOUR MOUTH, YOU DINGUS!"

"HEY! Don't call her a dingus, carrot top," Leah hops back in. 

"Oh you've got it bad, Le. Defending her already? It's barely been a week, and you've let her come back to your flat? Are you sure you aren't the sick one?" Keira keeps poking fun at you two, making kissy faces at the blonde. 

"We've known each other way longer than a week! What are you even talking about— LEAH!" It's you interrupting her now. A pointed look on your face as you glare at her. Keira furrows her brows at first, looking between the two of you as the gears start turning in her head. Back, forth, back, forth, back, forth— her head snaps from you to her best mate. Then a lightbulb goes off, "OH MY GOD!" She turns to you as an incredulous look overtakes her face. "YOU'RE IBIZA GIRL!" 

"NO I'M NOT!" You yell out as you jump up to defend yourself. 

"YES YOU ARE!" Keira shoves her finger into your shoulder. 

"LEAH?" "LEAH!" You both turn to the blonde, looking for an end to this argument. She's just smiling at you two, silently laughing at the scene playing out in front of her. All her worries and doubts about you are completely gone from her mind at this moment. They just slip away as the ease of being with her two favorite people sinks in. 

"Oh, no. This is between you two. Figure it out like big girls," she moves to sit Keira down on the couch. Making you face each other as you roll your eyes at the cocky look breaking across her features. You can't keep your next words in, too tired to hold the sass in. "Stop making that face. It makes you look constipated."

"Keep deflecting! I know it's you," she smiles at you.

"Oh, yeah? How?" You look at her and tilt your head as you squint your eyes.

"Because you were gone last year at the exact same time. Those 3 weeks when Leah abandoned me in Ibiza? That's the same 3 weeks you said you were visiting back home, but then couldn't provide a single photo from your trip. It wasn't because you forgot, it's because you were getting your back blown out in a different continent. Plus, I'm the only one Leah's ever even told about her. So the only way you'd know is if you are her. BOOM!" Keira uses her hands to mimic an explosion at the end.

You stare at her with your mouth dropped open, cheeks redder than a tomato as her proud smirk mirrors Leah's. Did she really put all that together from the time she walked in to now? I guess you can never really hide anything from Keira…you already knew that though. Sooner or later she always finds out what you're hiding. 

"Okay, fine! But you are sworn to complete and utter secrecy, Walsh!" You point a finger this time, a smile finally gracing your features. "But seriously, we are NOT dating."

"Oh, come on! What does a girl gotta do to take you out?" Leah throws her head back dramatically, a loud sigh filling the space at the end of her tantrum. 

"I've already told you, Leah! I don't date my coworkers. Maybe if you transfer to Chels—"

"I'D RATHER BLOODY DIE THEN WEAR THAT JERSEY!" Leah cuts you off with a scrawl on her face. 

"Guess we'll stay acquaintances then, Williamson," the cocky smirk is on your lips now.

"We'll see about that, y/l/n." Leah leans in closer as she raises her eyebrows.

"Watching you two is like interactive reality tv. It's a fiery mess, but you can't look away…Anyways, I was just stopping by to see if Le would let me stay with her. I really don't feel like sleeping on a hotel bed for a few days," Keira says.

"Of course you can stay! God, Keira like that's even a question. You act like you don't have your own room and spare key," Leah says.

"Well I wasn't going to ask…Until I saw you all cuddled up with y/n in your little love nest," Keira fires back.

"Excuse you, if we're labeling it then it was more like a love cocoon," Leah challenges her. 

"Hey? Where are you going?" Keira asks you.

"Yeah! Was it a nest or a cocoon, darling?" Leah pouts your way.

And even though it does make your heart skip a beat, you push that feeling down. You wrestle it from your chest all the way down into your stomach. Where it's going to twist and turn your heart, your mind, and your sanity. "Sorry but this is between you two. Work it out like big girls," you use her earlier works against her. You go to grab a towel from the hall closet before heading to the bathroom, "I'm gonna hop in the shower now that I'm feeling better!" 

"Without me?" Leah calls out.

"Keep talking and I'll call Russo to be my new roommate!" You tease before shutting the door. As soon as the barrier of wood is up you feel your facade start to crumble. You truly do love Keira, but seeing her has been a rush of emotions. You know you two left things awkward and unsaid when you left Barca, but she did really try to be there for you…and you pushed her away. You iced out one of the only true friends you have, and then left without warning. You know you two have more to talk about, but at least you're back on good terms. The last time Keira caught you in a compromising position with someone, it was the beginning of a trainwreck. The reason for your departure….A messy and convoluted tale of her. A name that causes so much pain your brain refuses to even whisper it. She remains nameless and faceless in your mind. That’s the only way you can push through it— if you erase her from your being completely. You don’t allow the feelings to encompass your heart, and in turn, you never allow them to heal your soul. Just a walking open wound, always bleeding out with sorrow. Lashing out and hurting the ones closest to you. Because after all– hurt people hurt people.

So you follow through with your teasing threat, and you dial Alessia's number. She agrees to let you stay with her for a while after you explain the flu situation. As the phone call ends the shame bubbles up and spills out of you. You run to the toilet to release the burning sense of disgrace tumbling out of your throat. You flush before taking a second to let the sick feeling in your gut subside. 

You must take longer in the shower than you think, because soon Leah’s knocking on the door. “Hey you alright in there, darling? I’m starting to think you passed out and I need to kick the door down!” You laugh at her concern as you let the worries boggling your mind wash down the drain. Leah is a source of comfort...and you haven’t quite figured that out yet. You just know she makes you forget. All the pain, guilt, and memories…they all vanish when she's near you. Maybe that's why you always give into her advances; because the blinding pleasure brings a shield of solace in her embrace. "I'm fine, just needed a good ol’ fashion deep clean!" 

You turn off the water before reaching for your towel, and the door opens just as you pull the curtain back. You're scrambling to cover up your exposed body as a surprised yelp leaves your lips, "LEAH!" Your cheeks heat up as she racks her eyes up and down your body. She keeps walking towards you, purpose pouring out of every step she takes. When she approaches the shower entry you back up until you feel the cold tiles strike a shiver down your spine. "W-what are you doing?"

She walks right in and cages you to the wall, still dressed in her clothes and all. She grabs the top of the messily wrapped towel around your body and yanks it down. Her hands are quick to slide from your hips up to your chest, playing with your nipples as you shutter from the feeling. Leah's getting on her knees now, leaving a trail of kisses as she does. "Y-your pants, Le!"

She growls out as she nips at the skin above your navel. "I don't give a fuck about my pants! Keira finally left and I'm starving. Now be a good girl, and let me have my breakfast, okay?"

She doesn't give you a minute to protest, diving her tongue straight through your folds. She doesn't even pull back when she speaks again, the words mumbled into your pussy. "Been too fucking long since I've got to taste you." 

It makes you arch your back, pushing your cunt down onto Leah's face even more. "F-fuck! Please, Le— want your fingers!" 

"No. This isn't about you right now. So shut up before you get nothing," it's like a switch flipped. She was being so nice, and now her grip is tightening on your chest. The stinging feeling running down to your clit as she pinches your nipples. 

"But Le—" and with that she pulls away. An anger burning behind her eyes you've never seen before. "What did I say?" 

Your eyes widen at that, mouth falling open as you stare at her like a deer caught in headlights. Your cheeks get redder as the silence grows between you two, falling victim to the fiery look ablaze behind her eyes. It's like diving into the ocean and being swept away by the tides; there's no use in fighting it. "Fine. If you don't want to listen," She's standing up now and pulling at the sweatpants around her waist. Her panties quickly follow the same path as she throws them both behind her. "Then you're gonna use your mouth for the only thing it's good for." 

You can't help the way arousal seeps out of you at the thought. During this whole reunion of sorts, you've been the only one receiving. It sparks a passion in you to taste her cum, and after all like she said— it's been too fucking long. She grabs your hair as she forces you to your knees. It makes a whimper leave your lips from the force, but the pain in your legs only adds to your pleasure. She spreads her legs as she steps over you, and you moan as your hands go to run up her thighs. You feel the grip on your hair loosen and before you know it, she's on you. Her hands are pinning yours to the wall behind you, switching them to just one as she positions herself atop you. A light slap is sent across your cheek, and it makes a surprised moan fall from your lips.

Leah grabs your jaw after, forcing you to look her in the eyes. "You're just a selfish slut aren't you? Can't ever follow orders because it's not what you want, hmm?"

You go to defend yourself, but Leah's eyebrows raise as your mouth opens. You decide on closing your lips and shaking your head instead. A furrowed brow and a pout easily settling into your features. She just rolls her eyes at you, throwing your face out of her hold as she scoffs. "Oh, don't give me that look. It's not gonna save you this time. Now stick your fucking tongue out for me." 

Your need to prove her wrong is stronger than your need to be a brat right now. So you swallow down the sassy remark in your throat and do as she says. Open your mouth as you lay your tongue out flat. She's so close you can feel the heat radiating off of her, and it takes all your strength to hold yourself back. Your eyes go to watch as she sinks herself down onto you, and they close as her taste hits your tongue. But the sudden reentry of her hand into your hair ruins that, and she yanks your locks. Just a bit, enough to make you whimper and shift your sights to her. "Keep your eyes on me. Understand?"

You nod as best you can, and it makes your nose nudge against her clit. Causing a sequence of moans to tumble out from her lips. She starts grinding down into the pleasure, keeping your head in place with the hand in your hair. You could cum just like this, but it's still a struggle to not rub your thighs together from the sight above you. Leah's not got her shirt off, but you can still see her hard nipples poking through. It makes you moan into her pussy, and her hips stutter from the vibrations. You miss seeing Leah's tits, but you miss sucking on them more. Every night in Ibiza she'd have you straddling her lap, your mouth around one of her nipples as her fingers buried themselves inside of your cunt. 

Her hips grind into your face harder as she throws her head back. The muscles in your legs are burning now, and you know your knees will be bruised before the end of this. But you don't care, not when it's Leah. You'd stay down here till your legs went numb if that's what she needed. "Fuck me," she pulls on your locks, "Fuck me with your tongue, y/l/n."

You want to frown at the use of your last name. You like it when she calls you pet names during intimate moments like this— hell you even like it when she degrades you. But this seems more personal, like she's actually mad at you. Like that fire behind her eyes is more than just her dominant side taking over. So you do as she says, moving your tongue to slip into her hole as you try and prove yourself to her. You want to make up whatever it is you did to piss her off so bad. She starts moving your head along with her hand, adding extra force behind your thrusts. Her legs start shaking as the minutes pass by, her orgasm building with every flick of your tongue. Her juices are running down your chin, neck, and chest at this point. Effectively ruining the shower that turned your fingers and toes into prunes. 

"Just like that, keep going!" She groans out as above you. 

She spurs you on, laser focusing on keeping everything the same. You want— no you need to make her cum. Your jaw is beyond sore, but it doesn't deter you from your task at hand. How can you think about the pain in your jaw when you have a goddess placing her pussy onto your mouth? Easy— you don't!

You feel her legs start to close around your head a bit as she leans forward, bracing herself against the shower wall. Your head moves with her until you're pressed back against the tiles. Leah uses her newfound support to grind herself against you faster, sending a chorus of beautiful sounds to spill from her mouth. She's fucking your face as she has you completely pinned down and at her mercy. You're so exposed…so vulnerable. In your pleasure induced daze, you think about maybe— just maybe! Letting your guard down around her. You make the decision right then that you need to cancel your move to Alessia's, mentally writing a note to text her. You'll do it as soon as you two get done fooling around. Plus you'll both need a shower after this..and you guess she can join you this time. 

It only takes about five more thrusts for her to let out a broken moan, the precious cum you've been working towards finally spilling out onto your tongue. You can't help but let out a moan, too, the taste of her casting a glaze to cover your eyes. You slip further and further into the spacey feeling as you lick up her arousal. Now that she's let you have a taste of her, how are you gonna stop? 

You're pulled out of your thoughts as she pulls away from your body. She helps you up after she regains her strength, letting you cling to her as your legs wobble like a newborn foal. She sits you on the toilet as she goes to get you both some clean clothes. You smile to yourself as your fingers come up to collect some of her cum around your mouth, pushing them into your mouth as you clean them up. Even when she isn't looking— you're her good girl. You reach for your phone and click on Alessia's contact, but the door reopens just as you go to hit send. "Here, I put a few days worth of clothes in this. I washed your shorts and put them in there, too. Should keep you covered till you can swing back home."

She just turns around after handing you the bag, walking back towards the door. "W-wait! Where are you going? And do I really need my own bag while I stay here?" Your confused tone stops her in her tracks. You hear a scoff before she turns around, met with an infuriated Leah. 

"The last time I checked you ran in here to tell Alessia to come pick you up. So stop the bullshit. But I guess that's all you're good at, huh? Being a bullshitter," she says it without an inch of comfort in her voice. You suddenly feel way too exposed for this conversation, covering your naked body as best as you can with your hands. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you start shaking your head. "L-Le, no that's not! I'm not— please just let me explain!" 

"You left me in Ibiza, you left your last crew, and so go ahead and leave again! Apparently it's the only thing you're bloody consistent at. You can't stay loyal to a god damn football team, so I don't know why, god forbid, I thought you'd stay for someone who actually fucking cares about you!" She's shouting now, her chest rising and falling with the anger brewing in her chest. 

The sobs can't stay locked inside you anymore. They rock through your body, enabling you speechless as the shock of her words sink in. She just shakes her head before turning back around, slamming the door so hard behind her that it bounces back open. Once you've calmed down after a few minutes, you quickly change into a pair of the clothes from the bag she gave you. You cry a little harder when you smell hints of her scent on the fabric, but it only fuels you to get dressed faster. You grab your phone and the bag from Leah before walking out of the bathroom. You keep your eyes on the floor, avoiding her presence in the living room. You reach for the front door as you storm out, more tears blurring your vision. You end up bumping into a body before you push past them, a whimpered apology leaving your lips. 

"Hey, y/n— what's wrong," Keira turns around to go after you, but Leah stops her as she approaches the door to watch you leave.

"Don't! Let her go. It's not like she ever stays, anyways."

[spaceydoo]

Hello! Good day I don't know if your requests are open but if it isn't you can just ignore this :)

Could you please do hxh adult trio + feitan smut reacting to reader when they suddenly see reader wearing this when they got home tired from whatever they were doing?

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLa18xdn/

I don't have a specific type of fanfic in mind so you can just do whatever you're most comfortable with! Thank youuu I hope you have a nice day! <3 (if the characters are too much you can just do chrollo and feitan if you like :))

pairings: hisoka morow, illumi zoldyck, chrollo lucifer,

cw: oral sex, doggy style, degradation, sending noods, masturbation, mating press, overstimulation, squirting, lingerie, teasing, cum swallowing, whimpering

a/n: sorry for the LONG wait i’ve been going through a lot. (the tiktok link dosent work anymore sadly + i added some fanon illumi). i couldn’t do the feitan one but hopefully you like these :)

♡ Chrollo Lucifer

you were at home scrolling through your instagram feed bored out of your mind. your fiancé was at work while you took the day off which you later regret as your bordem got worse. you then got the idea to mess with your fiancé a little just to see how he’d react. you got dressed in your silk black lingerie, put on makeup that he loves seeing you with, and did your hair nicely.

you were ready to fulfill your plan. you took a picture in front of your full body mirror exposing your breasts through the lingerie. you did a seductive pose and a kissy face at the camera. you looked at the picture just to check if everything was looking good then you hit send. once you saw that the word “delivered” was under your picture you began pacing around the room. this could either go extremely good or extremely bad since this was something new you were trying.

10 minutes had passed and you were met with 6 messages. some of the messages were like “baby i’m at work.” “you look divine my love but now is not the time” “baby you got me hard at work.” “i’m coming home early in about 10 minutes to deal with you.”

after reading the messages, you were oh so needy that you were clenching over nothing, imagining him inside of you. you were snapped back into present time when you heard a car parking in your garage from your upstairs window. it was your beloved fiancé.

you walked down the stairs, taking your time as you waited for him to enter. he swiftly unlocked the door to meet you standing just a couple inches away from the door. “distracting me and getting me hard at work huh?” he said throwing his briefcase on the floor and immediately latching onto you.

he grabbed your ass, your breasts, your hips, anywhere that he could get his hands on. your tongues were both fighting for dominance and it was clear he was winning. he pulled back from the heated kiss wrapping a hand around your throat, with a light amount of pressure.

“take your pretty fucking face upstairs to our room, i’ll only be a minute.” you nodded and made your way upstairs feeling his gaze with each step you took.

he was upstairs in just about 20 seconds fully naked and in those few seconds he already had you pinned on the bed by your arms. “on your knees, now.” you did as you were told, arching your back so you would be able to feel the extremities of his dick. one swift snap of his hips was all it took to get you dick whipped, your head already in the clouds. “already dazed from my dick? you wanted this so your gonna take it. understand?” before you could even answer he gripped your hips even firmer than before and pounded into you relentlessly. he pushed your lower back into an even deeper arch, his dick plunging in and out of your sopping cunt.

he then releases his grip from one of your sides and reaches under to make contact with your pussy. he rubbed circles on your clit, his pace never faltering. you were gripping the sheets for dear life, your eyes rolling back from the added pleasure. your jaw was slightly agape as you uttered out muffled moans. “fuckk! i’m s-sorry. i won’t do that again!” you cried out hoping he would slow down his pace. but that just made him want to fuck you harder.

“i’m not done with you yet. take it like a good girl for me.” with those words you were driven to your climax. your legs were shaking uncontrollably as you came on his dick. you tried running from his dick as you were overwhelmed but that was stopped immediately. “where are you going pretty girl? i told you i’m not finished with you yet.”

♡ Illumi Zoldyck

it was illumi’s birthday and instead of spending the day with his girlfriend, he was stuck at work for most of the day. he was supposed to be coming home late at night so you decided to surprise him by going to buy a silk lingerie set and decorate the place with rose petals and candles to set the mood. everything was ready, you just had to wait for the birthday boy.

you finally hear the door open after waiting for ages. you sat up on the bed waiting for him to see his surprise. he walked upstairs, following the trail of petals that lead to the bedroom. he was met with you, legs crossed and biting your lower lip in anticipation. you got up and walked up to him as he was still in the doorway. he was surprised to say the least. “happy birthday my love” you said as you walked up and gave him a kiss. he immediately kissed back. “you didn’t have to do all this my love” he said as he pulled away to look at you. he didn’t like causing trouble for others at all and would rather suffer instead of complain. “but i still did because i love you. and it’s your birthday, you should live a little.” you said as you chuckled.

he gave such a warm smile that melted your heart instantly. “and look, i got all dressed up just for you.” you stepped back a little so he could get a good look, he was instantly transfixed by you. you grabbed his slender, veiny arms and led him to the bed. you gave him a couple more kisses on his face when you tied up your hair and got on your knees in front of his legs.

you took off his pants and underwear revealing his dick which was practically covered with veins. precum was already leaking from his flushed tip when you gave it a teasing lick making him jolt up a little. you used your spit as lube as you began moving your hands up and down his cock while you sucked on his tip. “shit..” he mumbled under his breath.

“you’re so handsome, you know that?” you said with loving eyes as he looked down to you. you then removed your hands and began using your mouth instead. bobbing your head up and down sending him into pure bliss. your eyes never once left his as you used one of your hands to massage his balls. “fuckkk..” he continuously said as his hand covered his mouth trying to mask his moans. you were making it so hard for him to hide his moans and whimpers it was too cute ):“cmon baby it’s your birthday you can be as loud as you want.”

you said as you swallowed his dick whole earning you many whimpers. “hah, mm~ this feels amazing” you were so wet hearing his moans. you swirled your tongue on his tip when he began bucking his hips into your mouth signaling he was about to come. he grabbed your head with one hand while the other was covering his mouth, which did a lousy job at muffling his moans. he forced his whole length down your throat, releasing his seed in your mouth. his whimpers gradually got louder. “y-yeah, just like t-that ohh mm~ fuuck” after he was sucked dry of all his cum, you swallowed all of it and made sure he watched. “what should we do next birthday boy?”

♡ Hisoka Morow

hisoka is a such a needy person especially when it comes to you. it didn’t help that his job made him work extra hours meaning he would be gone from you for way longer. he couldn’t stand it, you couldn’t stand it, it was terrible. that’s when he had the idea to leave work early and surprise you. when he got home from work, he expected you to be on the couch watching a show which is what you always did but you weren’t there. he called out for you. no answer. he made his way upstairs to your shared bedroom. his eyes were wide open at the scene displayed in front of him.

you had on a silk black lingerie that hisoka got for you that fit your figure perfectly. you had dropped the sleeves of the lingerie exposing your breast, one hand massaging your breast while the other was knuckles deep inside your cunt, curled up to try and hit the spots no one but hisoka could reach. your eyebrows were furrowed as you were frustrated trying to ressemble his fingers. adding three fingers to reach climax which was proven difficult as you were too accustomed to hisokas fingers. you moaned out his name feeling your orgasm coming close, your eyes shut as you were trying to focus on cumming, but was interrupted by a familiar voice. “missed me this much huh darling?”

your fingers immediately left your cunt as you felt a rush of embarrassement and shock. “shit i-i- didn’t expect you to come home this early, i’m sorry.” you said pulling the blanket to cover your body.

“don’t apologize sweetheart, i’ve been missing you so much as well these past days, we haven’t had anytime alone in ages. well now that i’m here, how about i help you out there? your face looked so cute trying to cum without me~” he began to undress, revealing his slim but lengthy cock. his slim figure hovered over you bringing your legs to your chest and pinning them so you couldn’t escape from him.

“you look so beautiful in this outfit my love~” he whispered in your ear, aligning his dick to your pussy. you were caught off guard when he shoved his whole dick in you. he was so deep in this position, you thought you were going to cum instantly. you let out a throaty moan which hisoka concealed with a soft kiss as he pounded into you sloppily as he was exhausted from work but so deep. “hisoka, y-you’re going s- so deep,” you moaned out, eyes rolled back, mouth slightly open.

“i know darling i just want to make you feel good.” he said. the more he fucked you, the more you started coming undone and he could tell by every squirm you did, every back arch, every “it’s too much” and every moan that left your throat. “hisoka ‘m gonna come!” you said as tears began to fall from the intense feeling.

“go on princess, make a mess.” he said, his eyes never leaving yours. after a couple more thrusts you squirted on his lower abdomen, coating him and the bed sheets. your whole body was shaking from the intensity. he started rubbing circles on your clit making you terribly sensitive. “you’re so adorable y/n~” you started seeing stars, it was too much for you to handle. “you think you can cum again darling?”

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birthday proposal | s.r. x fem!reader 2.3K

“okay, you ready to surprise daddy?” whispering to your little girl outside your bedroom door as you held onto a tray filled with breakfast food.

little annabeth’s hair was a bed head mess of curls as she nodded excitedly. her unicorn pajamas were a bit messed up, one pant leg tugged to her knee and her shirt had a syrup stain from helping in the kitchen, but you didn’t mind.

“be careful when you climb into bed, we don’t want to hurt him,” remaining the little one before pushing the silver door handle down and swinging it open.

annabeth rushed inside and climbed into the bed using the stepstool at the foot, her body slightly wobbling as the mattress sank under her feet before dropping to her knees and falling into spencer’s side.

he was facing your side of the bed, one arm stretched outward to your empty space then curling into your daughter’s small body. spencer inhaled deeply and groaned before slowly blinking his eyes open, lashes sticking together for a moment. his lips turned into a smile at the sight of annabeth staring into his eyes.

“good morning, bethie.” his voice thick from sleep as he shifted to lay on his back and pull annabeth onto his chest. he pecked many kisses upon her chubby cheeks and she high pitched giggled at the attack.

the snap of your phone drew spencer’s attention, “hi sweetheart.” staring at you lovingly while rubbing bethie’s back. you made quick work to change the new photo as your lock screen wallpaper then focused your attention back to your homemade breakfast.

“happy birthday, doctor spencer reid. whipped up some french toast and chocolate waffles paired with your sugar filled coffee. and our little bethie here suggested a lovely chocolate donut to celebrate. welcome to twenty-six, handsome.”

carefully you leaned in to kiss his forehead but spencer moved his head and managed to catch your lips onto his. you smiled into the kiss causing it to be more teeth and giggles then lips and tongue.

“me! me!” annabeth’s hands touched your face and you pulled away to see her staring at you, a small pout on her tiny face. “you want a kissy as well?” she nodded.

you swooped her up, pressing her to your chest and kissing her cheeks like spencer did earlier. “oh my sweet girl. wanna give daddy your present?” whispering in her ear. she got jumpy so you set her down and she dashed into the hall.

“she’s really proud of the gift,” telling spencer as you sat down with the tray balanced over your lap. spencer shuffled slowly into a sitting position, sliding his glasses along his nose as he leaned against the headboard. his baggy sleep shirt sliding off one shoulder.

you pressed a quick kiss to the freckled skin, “what would you like to do today?” running your fingers along the side of his head, smoothing some of the lumps in his hair.

before spencer could answer, your daughter came rushing back into the room holding a sage green gift bag. instead of heading for the steps she held her arms out for spencer to lean over and pick her up. “oh you’re getting so big already. i’m gonna put you in carbonite soon.” setting her on his lap with her back leaning on him.

“your silly, daddy.” giggling as she started to pull a little flip book. “i made this during craft time.”

spencer’s head looked over her small shoulders and you watched the two as you took a bite of french toast, damn you were good.

“it’s about how you’re the worlds bestest and smartest daddy in the world. you get the bad people to save the good people.” showing stick figure drawings of people, annabeth pointing out members of the team and then showing two others that were holding hands with a red heart between their heads.

“that’s you and mommy.” turning her head to look at spencer, waiting for a reaction. spencer’s hand stopped rubbing her stomach and his face was still, annabeth’s expression wobbled.

“do- do you like it, daddy?” you could see her eyes getting wet and you were bracing for a tantrum. then you looked at spencer and saw his eyes were teary, he took a deep swallow causing his adam’s apple to bop.

“i- i love it, honey. it’s the best gift ever.” kissing the crown of her head, matching brown locks. she perked up at the positive answer then grabbed for the bag again, “oh! one- one more. from me and mommy.”

it was a small jewelry box, big in the hands of the four year old. spencer’s slim fingers took the white box and slowly opened the top, a silver heart pendant was sitting on the satin cushion.

“open it,” speaking softly while spencer let his index finger trail over the cool metal. his looked at you and you jerked your chin forward, he let his nail find the seam and easily opened the heart. inside was a photo of you and annabeth, faces squished together both wearing dazzling smiles.

“so we’ll be with you no matter what. and look,” pulling spencer’s attention to your neck. a matching necklace resting on your deglución, you popped it open to show him a picture with him and your daughter. both of them laying in bed with her head on his chest as spencer read her a book.

“oh my best girls,” spencer cooed.

you waved him off, only cause your throat was getting tight and you didn’t want there to be waterworks before the cold breakfast was gone. “okay, why don’t you eat while annabeth and i get things ready. i kinda already planned something, but it’s all for you.” taking your daughter and leaving spencer with a kiss.

with it being october and three days from halloween, you tried to think of two activities spencer enjoys the most. foreign films and just halloween in general, so you managed to snag tickets for a screening of nosferatu in its original german language. annabeth is good with spooky media, but you’ll still cover her eyes when it gets too intense.

having styled your hair and applied your everyday makeup, you dressed in a black button up mini dress with a white long sleeve under and black sheer thermal thighs on your legs. adding white leg warmers you wore a pair of mary jane’s on your feet, a burgundy cardigan for extra warmth. pairing accessories of scattered rings, a bracelet spencer bought for your first anniversary, your heart necklace with ghost shaped earrings, and a cherry red coach bag you gifted yourself after graduating college.

annabeth picked out bits of her outfit and you did the rest. she wanted to wear her denim overalls so you pulled a black and orange striped long sleeve to wear underneath. she picked a pair of black converse and you knew spencer was gonna grab his own pair today, you made sure to bring a thick jacket for when the wind starts to pick up. you added small barrettes to pin some of her hair back for the finishing touch.

“you are so beautiful! just like mommy.”

you looked up to see spencer dressed and holding the empty breakfast tray. loose denim jeans hit his black converse, he wore a simple black t-shirt under a brown fuzzy zip up cardigan. his hair was a bit more styled but still held that shaggy appearance and he kept his glasses instead of switching to his contacts.

“oh you are just so handsome!” greeting him halfway, hands falling to his belt loops. “i could just eat you up,” only giving him a quick cheek kiss. needing to restrain yourself with your daughter around.

“are we all already for our big day?” mostly talking to your daughter as you buttoned up her jacket, giving a small tug to make sure it was secure.

she smiled widely, “yeah! movie day!” throwing her arms in the air. you copied her enthusiasm, “spooky movie!”

spencer bent behind your daughter and wrapped his long arms around her body, twisting her around so she can hold onto his neck and he can hold under her bottom. “will you be okay watching something scary? we don’t want you getting bad dreams.” hiking her up a little higher. her little legs swung, “you’ll chase them away for me.” tucking her head into his neck after her reply.

spencer sweetly pressed a kiss to her temple as he rubbed her back, “you’ll always be safe with me.”

“alright my pretties, off we go!” ushering your trio out into the world and towards the subway station. annabeth was used to the noise and fast pace of the crowded station, the train cars swaying kept her in a comfortable nap for the twenty minute ride to your destination.

“do you have any place in mind for dinner? i could always make something but i baked a cake and that breakfast took all my good mojo from me.” chatting beside spencer as the three of you stood outside the old theater, a long line of people holding their tickets out.

annabeth was still snuggled into spencer and you had your arms threaded through his elbow as you rested on his bicep. “why don’t we go to that one diner? there’s that older waitress that loves bethie, we haven’t seen her in a while.”

you smiled, “sounds like a plan.”

when the movie was playing spencer mostly translated for annabeth and you mostly just watched him, not caring about the black and white vampire movie. your boyfriend and daughter were the best people in your world, you could watch them for hours and never grow tired of their similar personalities.

she was still young, but you could tell her brain was slowly developing into one like spencer’s. her preschool teachers say she’s different to the other kids. and you take pride in that, not the concerned way most people expect.

walking down the street, both of you on each side of your little girl, her smaller hands in your larger hands annabeth was talking about a friend of hers. spencer stayed engaged, nodding and humming or asking questions about her favorite lunch snack. you only spoke when either talked directly to you, their voices warming your heart.

“ms. sanchez!” annabeth yelled in the mildly busy diner. the older lady turned to the entrance, smiled then walked away from the counter with her arms open. “oh! little annie, it’s been too long.”

spencer helped bring his daughter in the ladies hug, both of them smiled brightly and hugged onto each other familiarly. annabeth pointed at spencer, “it’s my daddy’s birthday!” she’s been telling many people that today, spencer’s been rosy cheeked from all the attention.

ms. sanchez gasped, “well happy birthday, mr. reid. let’s get the three of you a booth in the back.” little annabeth squealed in joy at the mention of a booth.

you got a sandwich, spencer a salad, and annabeth a child’s burger meal. you kept sneaking fries from her plate, you know she wouldn’t finish them anyway. ms. sanchez came back to your booth with a chocolate brownie topped with vanilla ice cream when coming to pick up your plates.

“dinner is on me,” the older lady insisted when spencer kept reassuring her that it wasn't needed. “for my best customers,” she said when carrying away her dish bin.

“give this to ms. sanchez. and flash your eyes, don't take no for an answer,” pulling a hundred dollar bill from your wallet and rolling it into annabeth’s baby fist. she scurried towards the bar top and called out her name, she tried placing the bill in her apron, but she was a bit too short.

you saw ms. sanchez’s reaction and how she tried pushing her away but then she took a deep sigh, stuffed the bill away and bent down to hug your daughter.

“ms. sanchez said she’s angry with both of you,” annabeth pouted as spencer carried her back to the train station. you both chuckled, “she meant it teasingly, honey. if she didn’t sound upset it was a joke.” spencer reassured her.

the sun had set and the temperature dropped with it, spencer held annabeth close. he kept a hand pressed to her neck so she slept soundly for the trek home, you pressed a kiss to her head when at a crosswalk.

“did you enjoy your birthday?” looking over to spencer as you both waited for your train to pull in. he kept a slight bounce to his hold, “best birthday ever.” he confirmed and smiled dreamily at you.

“i got a surprise for you at home,” making quick mention of it a block from the apartment. you furrowed your brows at that, “surprise? why do i get one and how’d you manage one when you’ve been gone all day?” taking the cobble steps slowly to not shake them.

“i’ve had it hidden away for a while, now felt like the right time.” staying mysterious as spencer walked down the hall to annabeth’s bedroom first and then you heard him walking around before coming back to the living room where you sat waiting on the worn suede couch.

spencer kept his hands behind his back, “whatcha hiding, mister?” stretching out an arm to grasp onto the hem of his shirt and tug him closer. you looked up at him, big open eyes watching as he licked his lips. you kissed his clothed abdomen, “you okay?” concerned at his quiet nature.

he moved his arms in front of him and held a black velvet jewelry box, your eyes watching as he snapped it open to reveal a pastel pink gemstone sitting on a silver band. you couldn’t help your gasp.

“will you marry me?” voice meek and uncertain. spencer was nervous, and you were too quiet.

you stood from the couch and cupped his cheeks, pulling him closer until you were a breath away to answer, “always.”

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i miss star and chris so i’m thinking about star sending nudes to chris while he is in the studio with some of his others rappers friends 😁

⋆.˚✮ singer!reader gets rapper!chris riled up while working

you’re lounging on your bed in your oversized hoodie, scrolling through your phone aimlessly.

it’s quiet—too quiet. chris has been at the studio all day, and while you know he’s working hard, you can’t help but miss him.

you bite your lip, imagining him in that focused mode he gets into, headphones on, nodding to the beat, his hands gesturing as he spits bars.

but right now, you’re feeling somewhat needy and playful. maybe even a little daring.

you glance down at your phone, smirking as an idea takes shape. he’s probably surrounded by his team and some other rappers, but you can’t resist the urge to tease him a bit. it’s not like he’ll ignore you—he never does.

you stand up from your bed, the warm glow of the evening sun streaming through the curtains. slipping out of the hoodie, you pick something lacy and hot yet innocent looking from your drawer—just enough to pull his attention away from his music for a moment.

you slide a lacy, baby blue bralette on with the matching thong, the straps of the lingerie embroidered in a pretty white lace.

posing seductively in the soft light in front of your mirror, you snap a picture. you take a few more with the bralette off, one hand cupping your perky tit while the other takes the photo with your phone. the last one you take is an ass picture, your plush, smooth butt on display in the thong, snapping the picture from the back with a kissy face.

you check the lewd photos, make sure they're perfect—tasteful, and undeniably tempting. you send it with no context, giggling down at your phone screen in anticipation.

you hit send and sit back, your heart racing just a little. it’s risky, you know. he’s busy, and his phone’s probably buzzing with a million notifications. but you’re confident this one will catch his eye.

a few minutes pass, you're now sat on your bed still in the lacy two piece, and you’re already second-guessing yourself. maybe he’s too busy. maybe it wasn’t the right move. but just as you’re about to overthink it, your phone buzzes.

it’s him.

chris ma u rlly tryna start smt rn? read, 6:08 pm

you can almost hear the tone of his voice, that mix of playful and slightly frustrated because you know exactly what you’re doing.

you i was just making sure u don't forget about me😚 read, 6:09 pm

the dots appear immediately—he’s typing. it’s rare for him to respond this fast when he’s at the studio, and it sends a thrill through you.

chris  like i could forget you keep playin tho ima leave these dudes hangin fr read, 6:09 pm

you know he’s probably sitting there, trying to keep a straight face while his team’s talking, but his mind’s now somewhere completely different. feeling bolder, you decide to push him just a little more. you stand in front of your mirror again, sending him another lewd picture of your perky ass, knowing that's what he loves the most.

you can practically hear him groan through the phone when he responds to that picture and his response makes you snicker.

chris yo stop fr😭 read, 6:12 pm

then another one follows.

chris nah lemme wrap this session you playin too much read, 6:12 pm

you laugh out loud, knowing you’ve successfully derailed his focus. but it’s not over yet.

you  no rush baby i’ll just be here waiting looking like this 👀 read, 6:13 pm

you lean back, satisfied with your playful ideas, knowing you’ve got him exactly where you want him. it’s only a matter of time before he finds some excuse to cut things short and come home.

not even ten minutes pass before your phone buzzes again, and you know it’s him.

chris  you wild for that ma gimme 30 start the playlist n get the candles lit u know the vibe i’m on my way read, 6:18 pm

you feel a rush of excitement, hopping up from your bed. suddenly, your quiet house doesn’t feel so boring anymore. you scramble to set the mood, lighting your favorite candles and picking the playlist that always sets the tone for nights like this.

not long after, you hear the sound of his car pulling into the driveway. your heart skips a beat as your bedroom door opens, and there he is, standing there with that mix of exasperation and desire in his eyes.

"y'really couldn’t wait, huh?" he teases, setting his bag down as he looks you up and down, smirking as he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip.

"you weren’t mad about it, though," you reply, crossing your arms, a playful smile on your lips.

it's not long before chris has you flat on your belly on your bed, with your ass perched up in the air, your back arching as you moan loudly in pleasure into a pillow, your hands fisting the girly sheets of yours. the pretty baby blue lingerie set you had on is long gone now, sitting on the floor in a ball with chris’ clothes.

he's moving at a relentless pace behind you, his bare chest pressing against your back as he pants heavily in your ear, one hand squeezing your ass while the other slithers around your shoulders.

"dirty girl, sendin' me nudes while m'workin'," he snickers breathily in your ear, hissing in pleasure as he fucks you with zero mercy. the beats of your sex playlist and wet squelches along with your moans fill your ears and echo throughout your candlelit bedroom.

"n-needed...you," you whine barely coherently into your pillow, groaning in ecstasy. chris pulls your head out of your pillow by your throat, your mouth fully open and jaw locked, a smirk creeping on his lips at the sight of you.

he chuckles cockily through a growl at your words, watching your pretty face twist in ecstasy, "yeah, i know," he mumbles, grunting in your ear. "can tell ma, y'can barely form a sentence 'n this pussy's leakin' f'me."

thank you for reading! <3

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[souperbloom]

hey! i love your ash and luke one shots so i was wondering if maybe we can get a soft dom cal? something like he comes home late from a studio session and you get mad because you had plans for that night, so he begs for forgiveness by eating you out lol

i love your brain anon. this one was fun as hell.

enjoy some soft!dom cal <3 xoxo

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apologies. [C.H.]

🎸boyfriend!cal

the ask pretty much told y’all everything you need to know. kissy.

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, angst if u squint, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk/praise, squirting.

WORDCOUNT: 3.4k

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"Are you guys fuckin’ coming, or what?"

"Yeah, just— gimme’ another hour. We’ll be there…"

"Swear?"

"Fuckin’ swear, Ang."

You were lying.

You knew damn well you were lying. And so did your best friend, Angie.

Also known as; the one on the phone, that had been pestering you about your plans to go out for the last three hours.

You’d been stalling for a third of that time, which you weren’t proud of. These plans had been made weeks in advance and the only thing stopping you from just getting up and leaving right now was your rather untimely boyfriend.

Calum was the type to let time slip right through his fingers. He was terrible at managing how he spent that time, let alone keeping an eye on the clock. Especially when he was at the studio with the boys.

So you weren’t surprised when he had told you he’d be home to get changed at 10:30— yet now, it was well past midnight.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you toss your phone on the side of the couch. Your long sleeve ‘going out’ top was riding up your back and furthering the anger that was boiling right through you.

"Fuckin’ hell, Cal…" You mumble to yourself, talking into open air with nobody to reprimand, nobody to yell at and let off steam.

You were alone.

The clock on the cable box blinked 12:32. An hour and a half later than the original time of your plans. You were about ready to storm out of your apartment and leave a long, shitty note for Cal to read about just how angry he had made you; but you knew deep down that you’d have a better time with him at your side. You loved him, for fuck’s sake.

Too damn much, sometimes.

Just when you thought a little too hard about putting your shoes on, you hear the familiar sound of keys rattling against the door. It was more frantic than usual; most likely due to the sweaty hands that were manning them.

You snap your head around to watch the door bust open, revealing your panting boyfriend who had probably just run up the five flights of stairs it took to get to your apartment.

He was never a fan of waiting for the elevator.

"Hi, hi, baby— hi— I’m— I’m here, I’m here." An exasperated chuckle laces through your boyfriend’s words as he tried with all of his might to kick the door closed and take his coat off at the same time.

But you just sat there. Your legs crossed, your arms folded— the most scornful, disapproving gaze in your eye.

"You’re late, Cal," you say, disdain rattling off your tongue like a viper.

"I— I know, baby. Fuck, I’m sorry. Lost track of time… fuckin’ around when I shouldn’t have been. But— I’m here now. I’m here."

His words were coming out jumbled and frantic, while still running around like a chicken with its’ head cut off. He had ventured towards the kitchen island, dropping his keys and taking off his beanie that shielded him from the crisp fall winds.

His cheeks were glowing red, still laminated with the sweat it took to get him up five flights of stairs. Yet he hadn’t even made eye contact with you.

"We made these plans weeks ago." You try your best at remaining stern with him, sitting still.

"I know, I know, I know, I know…" Calum was now migrating towards your bedroom, his voice growing faint and trailing off as he exited. You watched the empty hallway; the sounds of rummaging through drawers, opening and slamming them shut was already pissing you off more than you’d like to admit. Your leg was bobbing impatiently now, trying to think of any kind of way to cool yourself off before you burst into flames.

Or, tears.

"Cal—." Your voice cracks slightly, to no response.

"Calum." You try again, a bit louder this time.

His head finally pops around the corner of the door frame. "What?"

"Just—" Your sentence breaks with a sigh, dropping your head into your hand as you pinch the bridge of your nose, "—forget it."

"What?" He steps out into the hallway completely, dropping his hands to his sides.

"Forget it, Cal… I-I don’t even wanna’ go anymore."

The clothes that were once in his hands drop to the hardwood floor as he rushes over to you on the couch.

"Hey,” he tries to console, "don’t say that."

"What’s the point? We’re already two hours late! Angie’s one phone call away from ripping my goddamn head off!" You can’t help but huff, dropping your head into your hands.

"Y/N, I’m really sorry." Calum voice rings soft, and sweet— but there was nothing more that you wanted to do than wring out his fucking neck.

"Just— drop it, Calum. I’m already in a shitty mood."

You hated being so mean.

Each time you yelled at him was like the snapping of one of your heart strings. But despite that tightness in your chest, he needed to know how much this affected you. Whether you liked it or not.

Calum stays quiet for a moment, seemingly nervous to say the wrong thing or misstep. He was always so cautious with you, never picking a fight. Even though you’ve picked many.

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" He asks, squatting down to be level with your sunken face.

"No."

"I could… run you a bath?"

You shake your head. "Nuh uh."

"I could make you dinner?"

"I already ate."

When you peek out from between your fingers, you notice Calum’s lips pushed to the side. He braces his hands on your knees, still crouching and trying to get some sort of read on your face.

He could tell you weren’t happy.

And he fucking hated that.

"Can I see that pretty face?"

That almost got a smile out of you, but you opted just to shake your head.

"I’m not sure how else to say I’m sorry, my girl." His thumb starts a cadence of soothing circles around the outside of your knees.

"Try saying it in French," you mumble, rubbing your tired eyes.

Calum sucks his teeth, "Ouch."

Growing impatient and just about ready for bed, you sit upright. Faced with Calum for the first time since he bust through the door.

His heather green flannel was slouching on his shoulders, looking beat up from the 10 hour day he’d spend working in the studio. His curls hung lowly over his big brown eyes, in desperate need of a trim.

It was taking everything inside of you not to grab his face and tell him how much you loved him, because in spite of all this, you still did.

He was an expert at pissing you off, and it only made you love him more.

"There’s my beautiful girl," he says upon seeing you, smiling meekly, still trying to get your spirits up.

"’Don’t feel it."

"Why not?"

"’Cause you piss me off."

Cal chuckles, squeezing your kneecaps and adjusting his squatted position.

"Can’t really argue with that."

The two of you stare at each other for a moment; the decorative string lights from behind your couch were twinkling in his chocolatey irises, and painting him out to be some sort of angel. His pretty cherub cheeks were still rosy from rushing around and quite frankly, it suited him.

You’ve fallen too damn hard.

"Y’know, I thought of another way to make it up to you."

"Yeah?" You quip, leaning back on the couch cushions.

"Mhm."

His hands were still lingering, moving up to massage your exposed thighs that were now catching a draft from your lack of movement. You had planned to wear this outfit on the day you told Angie you’d be there tonight. So the fact that you were still in it, yet not where you said you’d be, was making your blood boil.

"Gonna buy me back all the time I wasted getting ready for tonight?" You seethe lowly, trying not to sound too bitchy yet coming across as the bitchiest bitch in the world.

Calum frowns, his Doc Martens squeaking against the hardwood floor as he adjusts his posture, "You’re really good at that."

"Good at what?" You muse, chuckling through your nose.

"Firing the shit I pull right back at me. It’s sexy."

"Don’t try to butter me up, Cal. I know I’m sexy. Hence why it took me an hour and a half to get ready."

For some odd reason, your whiny complaints and moody comments towards Calum didn’t seem to be effecting him. They were bouncing off his puffed up chest like he was made of rubber. He was used to your incessant need to be on time, and how he was quite literally your antithesis.

But those witty remarks you kept throwing at him were one of the things he loved most about you. Which is why he kept egging you on.

"I’m really sorry, baby. I’m really sorry I wasted your time."

You try your hardest to bite back a smile, but it doesn’t go over well. "You should be."

Without another word, Calum is dropping down to his knees and suddenly, your heart is racing.

"Can I make it up to you," his hand creeps towards the hemline of your skirt, "like this?"

"I’ll consider it," you nod, trying to seem unbothered by your boyfriend’s large, weathered hands, "But what’s in it for me?"

"Trust me, baby. It’ll be all about you. You won’t have to move a muscle and I swear, on everything I love…"

His fingers stretch across the width of your thighs, prying open your legs with a wicked grin.

"… I’ll have your fuckin’ legs shaking like crazy within the next ten minutes."

Your face flushes, hands subconsciously gripping onto the couch cushions down at your sides at your boyfriend’s promise. He’s still gleaming up at you, waiting for your approval; he’s never the type to handle you without your permission.

"The journey to forgiveness is a long, winding road… But this is definitely a good start, Calum. Well done."

Despite your cool, agile reply, your heart continues to thump out of your ribcage when you see how your unnerving boyfriend reacts to the sound of his own name. He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply with that smile still painted onto his cheeks.

"Keep fuckin’ talking like that. See where you end up."

You scoff playfully, "Is that a threat, Mr. Hood?"

"Not a threat, my girl… It’s a promise."

His hands are dancing dangerously close to your underwear now, having crept up your skirt without you even noticing. But you hadn’t a care in the world. You were merely turned on by the sight of him, so eager to please you. So ready for your forgiveness.

"Fuck, you’re good," you groan, letting a whimper slip past as well, "Show me how sorry you really are, then."

In no time, Calum is leaving a sultry trail of kisses up your thigh. You hiss at the feeling of his cool lips against you; having not felt them since the last time the two of you fucked. Which was about four days ago.

He had been quite busy in the studio with the band’s upcoming album, so times like these were a novelty. Not like you minded much, any quality time spent with Calum was worth a million years.

And besides, he’s damn good at it. Why tamper with an already perfect system?

"I know what I said, but can you do somethin’ for me?" Your boyfriend’s head pops up from beneath your skirt with sparkly eyes.

"Mh, depends." You reply lazily.

"Wanna hear you, baby. Wanna hear that pretty voice."

"That won’t be an issue," you smile, lifting your upper half from the couch, "You may have to earn it though…"

Calum’s eyebrow quirks, looking like he’s just about ready to wipe that catty smile right off of your face.

"Since when are you the one to give orders around here?"

You sit up even further to spit back, "Since you decided to fuck around with your boyfriends and make us miss our fucking plans."

There isn’t even an opportunity for you to say any more, since Calum had decided to grip the backs of your thighs and yank you to the edge of the couch. He lifts your legs, ripping your panties off swiftly and tossing your knees over his shoulders before you can even blink.

You gasp at the sudden dynamic change, shallow breaths barely escaping your throat as your boyfriend is now heaving as well. His once angelic brown eyes had shifted to something darker.

Somebody needed to pinch you. You must be dreaming.

"Watch that mouth," he growls lowly, that soft demeanor of his slightly peeking through his cold exterior, "Not gonna tell you again."

Your face drops, now nodding like a desperate mess.

"I don’t care how sorry I am. Good girls get their way, bad girls don’t. And we both know that, don’t we my baby?"

"Yes— yes sir."

"Gonna be good for me?"

You nod again, fingernails digging into the couch cushions as his apology has not only become something you really really wanted—

It was now something you needed.

"Please, Cal. Promise�� Promise I’ll be good for you."

He smiles, and a familiar warmth settles back into the pit of your stomach as he kisses both of your knees.

"That’s my fuckin’ girl."

Sweat begins to pool across your forehead when the first kiss is planted on your inner thigh. You writhe above him, patiently waiting for his mouth to travel down to where you needed it to be.

But patience runs thin in moments like these, especially since Calum was such a fucking tease.

"Cal, baby— please…"

Another couple of kisses later and you’re still feeling unfulfilled. At this point, his head was so far deep into your skirt that you could only see the frosty tips of his unruly curls. He hears your plea, nodding slowly.

"Getting there, pretty. Getting there…"

A shock wave zaps your spine the moment he makes contact with your clit. Your body jolts, feeling the slow rhythm of his tongue toying with your sensitive bud.

"Jesus fuck—" You sigh, trying to fulfill the promise of letting him hear you while simultaneously trying to lasso your head back onto your shoulders.

Calum hums happily, which sends another wave of flutters down your body. You were so damn sensitive, and your boyfriend knew it too. But when his head was between your legs, he never seemed to think, or care about anything else.

He flattens his tongue against your dripping slit, making sure to move slowly and pay attention how long it took him to drag his tongue from one part, to the next. You’re still wriggling around, but Cal’s got his arms locked around your thighs.

You couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to.

"Just— just like that, baby… Keep— keep doing that."

The blood rushes to your head when he finds that particularly sweet spot with the tip of his tongue; he’s moaning, you’re moaning, it was like a symphony of desperate pleas. Your hands fly to meet his head, fingers getting tangled in his chocolatey curls as he starts to use his nose in cohesion with his tongue.

"Fuck me, you’re magic, Cal…"

He hums again. Of course, he agrees. He knows he’s the only one who could ever make you feel this way, and he was damn proud of it.

Apology: accepted.

But you wouldn’t tell him that.

That familiar crash of adrenaline was beginning to wash over you, your stomach began twisting in knots as each tug of Calum’s hair produced more and more pressure onto your pussy. He was chipping away at you, collecting your juices onto his tongue and savoring each and every flavor of you. By the sounds he was making, you could only assume that he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

"Cal, baby… I’m close. Gonna’ cum… gonna’ cum really soon."

You say the magic words. Your lower half was already preforming backflips at only the flick of his tongue, but that euphoria heightened when he took it upon himself to pop his head up and start using his fingers instead.

He dips one finger inside of your dripping heat, his face slicked with your wetness as he finds your eyes for the first time since he started. Your mouth hangs open, trying your hardest to keep the eye contact as he begins to speak.

"Forgive me, baby? I’m really, really, really sorry."

You nod wearily through a breathy moan, attempting to stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head.

"Y—yes… Yes Cal, I—"

Your sentence is cut short by the feeling of a second finger entering you, curling up to brush against that sweet spot with each new stroke.

"Yes what? You forgive me? Say it like you mean it, my girl… I know you can do it."

His taunting words pull another moan from your throat. He’s still looking at you with hooded eyes, enjoying every second of watching you fall apart. You weren’t sure what had gotten into your sweet boy tonight, but you definitely didn’t mind it.

"Yes. Yes, baby— I— I forgive you," you breathe, that swirling feeling in the pit of your stomach ready to burst, "I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you…"

Calum nods, his teeth sunk deeply into his bottom lip as he watches the obscene ways of your impending orgasm. If he was more honest with himself, your face alone could’ve had him coming on the spot. But he would never admit that. You always came first.

"Yeah? You mean it?" He asks another question. You swore this was some sort of game.

"Yes baby, I— I mean it—!"

Your breathing picks up, Calum’s fingers now moving a bit sloppily, yet keeping that steady rhythm that was driving you up the walls. The pressure building in your lower half was unfamiliar, drawing quick confusion out of you mere seconds before your orgasm.

"Cal, wait— I—"

Alarm bells were blaring in your head, now that Calum had taken his other, freer hand to press his palm flat onto your stomach. He knew what was coming, but you didn’t have a clue.

"Let it go for me, my girl. Let me hear it. Fuckin’ give it t’ me."

Not only does your orgasm rip through your body like a whip cracking down onto pavement, a new sensation was felt the moment Cal told you to let go. A spurt of wetness coats his fingers and the lower half of his face, bringing you to immediately go stark white.

Your chest is heaving, coming down from the high that your boyfriend had just whipped you through. He beat the clock and kept his promise, that’s for damn sure.

"What just— what the fuck. What the fuck, Cal?" You giggle through the comedown, watching Calum triumphantly admire his digits that were now soaked with you. The feeling of you. The taste of you.

"Think you just accepted my apology in more ways than one, baby," your beau chuckles, wiping his face with the back of his fist.

"I can’t believe I just did that," you mumble meekly, now slightly self-conscious as you realized what had just occurred.

Calum scoffs with a shrug, "I can, are you kidding? I knew you had it in you. And all it took was me fucking up to get it out."

"Don’t put it like that," you cringe, scrunching your nose, "Makes it weird."

Calum then begins a slow rhythm of massaging your thighs, something he always does whenever you’re coming down from one of your highs.

"Okay. Won’t make it weird. But let me ask you this— are you still mad?"

You raise your eyebrows, still flustered, watching him lean upward to rest his elbows on your legs. His flannel was in a disarray, as were his curls; you were so wrapped up in admiring him that the thought of anger never even crossed your mind.

"Mad about what?" you ask innocently.

"Mhm," he hums, before leaning in to peck you gently on the lips, "Exactly."

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello hello!! I was not expecting requests to be open again so fast, but i am DEVOURING your writing, so i shan't complain!

What about Dogday getting saved by a teenager who’s desensitized to the horrors of the factory? Like of course, they’re perturbed, but aside from initially seeing Dogday(because holy shit), the biggest reaction they’ll give is a cringe and a “eugh” or some other mild exclamation of “that’s fucked up.” Essentially just Dogday interacting with a kid who’s weirdly chill with the circumstances and tries to be silly sometimes despite the persisting horrors.

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!!

Awe thanks! Have a good day/night too!

.......

"You..you're Poppy's angel..come to save us-"

"Eugh..what the hell happened to you?"

While back in the day, Dogday would've scolded you for using profane language...he finds it understandable considering you discovered him in his....erm..current condition.

The initial shock of seeing him would have anybody from outside the factory deeply disturbed.

But he's surprised that you're not fully freaked out and didn't run away.

Instead you manage to get him out of the Playhouse (while curbstomping a few little critters who tried crawling into his body along the way) and found a safe spot to rest.

Despite his insistence that you should leave him, you point out that he mentioned you saving him earlier.

"When you said "us", I thought that included you, too."

"I-I meant the others. The ones who can still walk..and still have a fighting chance. Look at me, kid. All I'm gonna do is weigh you down."

"....I mean, you are kinda heavy. But I've lifted worse with this grabpack. I got you."

He's confused by how oddly calm you are about everything.

If you were able to get down this far in the facility, you would've had to cross paths with Huggy, Mommy, Catnap, and Miss Delight at some point.

By all accounts, you definitely should've been traumatized at least from seeing all the bloody toys laying around.

Yet you're cool as a cucumber as you try your best to fix him (with assistance from Kissy, Ollie, and Poppy, of course, who are stunned you came out of the Playhouse alive)

Dogday remembers how scared the children were during the Hour of Joy, comforting them as he helped them flee the terror...so to be comforted by a kid now felt strange.

Yet your calm demeanor helps ground him whenever he starts to have a panic attack over Catnap finding him or if he feels like a critter or two is already inside of him, trying to take hold and eat whatever organs he had remaining (but it's just a sensation he feels from time to time).

You snap him out of it by asking rather silly questions.

"What if I stuck a flare in your mouth? Would that deter them?"

"...what? Um...I-I suppose that could work, but hopefully it's not a theory we have to test anytime soon.."

Even if Poppy decided to show you the Hour of Joy tape (which he had to look away from and tried persuading you to do the same), your only reaction is a slight grimace and a simple "damn wtf....you guys think any of those workers were running late or didn't go in that day?"

Dogday is shocked you'd joke at a time like this...but she knows you better and tells him you're just like That(tm).

You do care about them. You do wanna destroy the Prototype and save whoever you can along the way--including him.

It just may take some time for him to get used to your personality.

[maskedcrawford]

Love Language

Felix x Reader

Warnings: Like one cuss word, and possibly horribly wrong Korean.

A/N: Thank you to my sweet Anon who waited patiently for this, I'm excited that I think I got a decent plot written for this request! I used google for the Korean phrases used. Korean can be a dirty translation when it comes to English so I did my best, but yeah. I hope you guys enjoy it!

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“Ugh!” you shout from the apartment living room. Felix peeks around the corner with his brow furrowed.

“What’s up, y/n/n,” he asks coming to sit beside you. Felix was over to play video games today but you needed a short break.

“Nothing,” you sigh, frustration taking over your brain. Felix looks between you and the phone screen before cautiously peeling it from your hand.

“Why are you trying to say, ‘Nice to meet you,’ in Korean?” he asks as he reads the screen. You put your face in your hands.

“Because, Lix, when the guys are out and I’m with you, sometimes you guys all speak in Korean and I can’t hardly keep up with what little I know. I want to join in,” you motion with your hand as you try to figure out the words, “Contribute to the conversation.”

He nods his head thinking for a minute.

“Why don’t I teach you?”

“You’d do that for me?” you ask a little surprised at his offer.

“Of course, what else are friends for?” He winks playfully at you and your cheeks dust pink as you smile.

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“Ok so, it’s Mworago haesseo,” you watch his lips as he slowly speaks the word. Your mind wondering how soft they really are before you snap yourself back to reality.

“Mworago hasseo,” you say slowly.

“Exactly!” he beams at you with pride; his little prodigy.  

“And it means,” he asks.

“What did you say?” and the smile quickly returns to his face.

“You said you were getting confused, but you’re doing great.” He compliments and you blush.

“Helps when you have a good teacher,” you shrug and its his turn to be embarrassed.

“Nah, Lee Know taught me, so I’m really just teaching you what I know.” He rubs the back of his neck. The lessons continue on for the next weeks, you slowly start stringing sentences together and little by little Felix is incorporating it into your casual conversations.

After weeks of learning you’re going to dinner with boys and you take a deep breath as you sit down. Casual conversation is made for a little while, but per usual, the guys slowly start interchanging languages; Korean to English and vice versa.

“eonje geunyeo-ege nega geunyeoreul joahanda go malhal gyeoya?” (When are you going to tell her you like her?) Hyunjin asks. Felix’s eyes go a bit wide and the guys look at him confused. Everyone then looks at you, and you have the same wide-eyed sentiment.

“Mworago hasseo?” you ask slowly and now their eyes go wide, instantly understanding Felix’s embarrassment.

“Oh shit,” Bang Chan chuckles.

“Since when did you learn Korean?” Han asks with amusement and shock in his voice. You shrug as you look down, your stomach in tiny knots.

“Felix was nice enough to help tutor me so I could be more involved in the conversation. So he didn’t have to constantly translate for me.” You say quietly. Oh if only the world would swallow you whole.

“So, Felix,” Bang Chan says with another laugh.

“You taught her Korean, what kind of reward did she want?” He makes a kissy face and the two of you blush, with Felix putting his hand over his face.

“Nothing like that happened,” he said.

“isseotseul sido isseotseoyo” (it could have) Changbin speaks up and you stare at your lap. Getting to know Felix better the last few weeks obviously helped the small crush you already had on him grow bigger. But you hadn’t expected that he liked you too. The rest of the night goes on like normal a little more teasing about being his secret girlfriend is mentioned and that you were just playing dumb to get him to spend more time with you. Neither you or Felix can really look each other in the eye at this point.

“Seriously though, your Korean really has improved,” Han compliments with a wink and you groan with a smile.

“Thank you, I worked hard,” he smirks at your response.

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” he winks back at you and you walk out of the restaurant to your car.

“Nachunge bwayo,” (See you later) you call out to the guys. They wave at you with bright smiles and Felix jogs up to you.

“Great job,” he drawls.

“Thanks,” you say not quite looking up into his eyes. You two are silent for a moment, you’re about to unlock your car door when he speaks again.

“Listen about what they said,” he rubs the back of his neck again.

“Don’t even worry about it Lix. We’d been spending a lot of time together, we got close,” before you can reason it away he leans in a presses a sweet soft kiss to your lips. You freeze for a moment before throwing caution to the wind and putting your arms around his neck, pulling him in just a little closer. When the two of you separate you can hear wolf whistling and shouting behind him.

“machimnae,” (finally!) Seungmin exclaims in relief. You giggle and hide your face in his shoulder.

“A new language and a new man, I’m not doing half bad.” You wink up at him and he smiles shaking his head.  

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Night Out 🍸🪩

Cho Sang-woo x fem!reader

Warnings: alcohol, age gap (reader is in her 20s & Sang-woo is in his 40s), greasy frat boys, swearing, punching

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This week at work has been rough. Your boss has been more demanding than usual which is causing you to fall behind on your own schedule. Your boyfriend, Cho Sang-woo, had suggested that you go out this weekend with your girlfriends. You were a bit hesitant about going but had decided to give in to keep the peace.

It was now Friday night and Sang-woo was driving you to your friend’s house where you were going to get ready for the night.

“You know, we could always just stay in and watch a movie” you whispered.

Sang-woo let out a sigh “Y/n, baby as much as I love you, you need this. You’ve been so stressed out and your friends just want you to let loose”.

“I guess you’re right, but I’m just say-“

“Enough. You’re going, we’re almost at Ha-yoon’s house.

Ha-yoon, was your best friend from freshman year at college. You two had met after becoming roommates. It was like a match made in heaven, you both bonded quite quickly and have been inseparable since. You’re also going out with your friend Yoona from your old sociology class, and Kathleen, an old family friend who is visiting.

You walked through the front door and like clockwork Ha-yoon leaped into your arms.

“Y/N OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH” she squealed

“HA-YOON I SAW YOU LAST NIGHT” you laughed and hugged her

“Y/n prepare for the awesomest, coolest, most funnest night of your life” Kathleen said whilst using her hands to create an invisible vision

“Guys cmon it hasn’t been thaaaaat long since I’ve been out… right”

Yoona laughed and spoke up “sweetie I think the last time we went clubbing together was my 21st birthday and we’re 24 now”

“Wow.. it really has been that long” you say embarrassed.

“Okay okay! Enough chitchat we need to get ready!” Ha-yoon announced while dragging you down the hall

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“Okay I don’t know about all of you but we look hot as fuck” Kathleen says while looking in the mirror

“We’re gonna have everyone drooling tonight” jokes Yoona

“Omg y/n send of your outfit to Sang-woo” Ha-yoon says while making kissy faces and noises

“His jaw will be on the floor girl”

“You look hot as shit”

“Alright alright I’ll show him what I’m wearing” you blush and snap a quick pic

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Sang-woo felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He noticed it was a text from you, he went to open it and immediately felt his cheeks heat up. You looked absolutely beautiful in your sparkly tube top and black mini skirt. He typed a quick “you look absolutely stunning ,my pretty girl❤️” not wanting to keep you glued to your phone, but to also let you know that his girlfriend looks hot.

As you thanked Sang-woo you felt the girls swarm you.

“AWW HE CALLED HIS PRETTY GIRL”

“OMG YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE”

“UGH GET MARRIED ALREADY”

“Okay let’s get going” you grab your coat and head outside to meet the uber

The drive was about fifteen minutes. You all hopped out of the car and thanked the driver. The lineups weren’t bad seeing everyone was already in the bars

You walked into the newest club, “electric avenue”. It was pretty modern seeing it has only been open a few weeks. The place was full, randoms making out everywhere, sweaty people grinning all upon each other. Half of you missed this feeling, while the other half yearned to be home in bed with your boyfriend. You were quickly pulled out of your trance to the sound of Ha-yoon announcing she bought you all tequila shots to kick off your night

“LET GIRLS NIGHT BEGIN BITCHESSSS”

You all down your shots like water and order some more. Ha-yoon insists on buying again, but you interrupted her and used your card.

“Y/n! No! Bad! Bad y/n, tonight is about you no more buying stuff for us” she whines and smacks your arm

“Ouch ” you laugh and take your other shot

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You guys find a table and have a few drinks before finally making your way to the dance floor.

“Alright let’s get out there the music is finally getting good” Kathleen stands up and grabs your hand

The night is only young yet, you guys head back to your table after a few songs, only to be approached by a guy who had been eyeing Yoona the whole night

“Hey let me buy you a drink hot stuff”

“Only if you’ll buy for my friends too” Yoona says while playing with her hair

“Of course doll, ladies come with me and let me know what you want”

You all head to the bar with him and order your drink of choice. You thank him and Yoona exchanges numbers with him.

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“I meeeaaannn he’s kinda cute” Yoona says while winking at him from across the room

“And a free drink is also great” you slur

“Oh. My. God. Y/F/N (your full name) are you already drunk” spits Ha-yoon

“I’m so proud of her” Kathleen fake cries “they grow up so fast”

“Guys come on I’m not that lame. I can be cool” you smirk and pull your friends back onto the dance floor

Evacuate The Dancefloor begins to play. You all get on the dance floor and let loose. Your hips swaying side to side, your hair bouncing around while moving to the beat. You all looked drop-dead-gorgeous, your outfits hugging you in all the right places. The whole club couldn’t take their eyes off of you four.

You guys have a cycle on the go, dance and drink, dance and drink. You guys keep this going for a couple of hours until the song ends and suddenly you don’t feel so good. You grab Ha-Yoon and run to the bathroom. You make it in the stall and all the alcohol you consumed is now gone and flushed down the toilet.

“Should I call Sang-woo to come get you”

“Whaaaat. No im fine see” you give your biggest smile, eager to stay longer for girls night

“I’m gonna call him” she says while grabbing your phone from your purse”

“Hey no, give that back” you try to grab it from her hands only to have your face smushed into Ha-yoon’s hand” you continue to fight through the resistance of her hand but it’s no use she already had Sang-woo’s number called.

“Y/n sweetie everything alright?”

“Hey Sang-Woo it’s Ha-yoon, I’m just calling to see if you could bring us home? Y/n is feeling a little sick-“

“Hey I told you I was fine” *hiccup* your eyes widen and you cover your mouth quickly thinking it will make Ha-yoon and Sang-woo unhear it.

“Yes I can come get you guys now, which club are you at?”

“Electric avenue”

Before Sang-woo could answer you snatch the phone from your friends hand

“Heyyyyy Sangie *hiccup* I’m totally fineeeee you don’t need to get us yet”

“Y/n-

“Shhhhh baby relax, I am calm, cool, and collected”

There’s a moment of silence until he speaks again “Put Ha-yoon back on the phone please honey”

“BOOOOO you’re no fun” you pout and hand the phone back to Ha-yoon.

“I’ll be there in 10, and make sure she drinks some water”

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Ha-yoon fixes the mascara that slightly dripped from your eyes and patted down your hair before you joined Kathleen and Yoona.

“There you guys are!” Kathleen ran over to hug you both

“Is everything alright” said Yoona

“Y/n here had a little… accident… and isn’t feeling well. I called Sang-woo to come get us if that’s alright”

“Yes oh my goodness”

“This place was getting kinda boring anyway”

As you all giggled and waited for Sang-woo some guy approached you.

“Hey pretty lady how about we ditch this snooze-fest and had back to my place” he winked to you

“NO I have a boyfriend! See!” You snap back while showing him your phone background as a picture of you and Sang-woo.

His eyes quickly scanned and he looked at you again and smirked “Well why don’t you drop the zero and get a load of this hero” he said, pointing his thumbs at himself, still not taking the hint

“Well the zero is here” Sang-woo says, appearing behind the random guy

“Oh sangie my baby im so happy to see you” you shriek running into your boyfriend’s arms. Sang-woo pulls you into his embrace while softly stroking your back.

“Yo this guy old as hell, let me show you what a guy your own age can d-“ before he could finish his sentence he was quickly met with a fist, your fist.

You winced in pain while looking at your hand.

“NO FUCKING WAY”

Your friends gasp in unison, dumbfounded but also amused that their sweet and innocent friend was capable of such actions.

Sang-woo was quick to rush to your side and take a look at your hand

“Hey security that little slut just punched me! Well are you going to do something” he says while flailing his arms around

“Yeah you want some more you little bitch” you bark back while Sang-woo holds you back, clearly too tired for all of this

Security walks toward you all. You start to apologize profusely but he just walks past you and grabs the guy you punched instead

“Sir I’m going to have to ask you to leave”

“ME?!” He shrieks as he’s carried outside

The bartender walks toward you guys and explains he’s a local pest that does this all the time.

“Alright girls we should get going” Sang-woo says grabbing your hand

You all make your way to Sang-woo’s car

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“Can we get McDonalds, pretty please” you beg

“Yeah please Sangwoo”

“It would mean a lot to us”

“Please please please”

“Alright alright” he chuckles and pulls into the drive-thru

After the most difficult drive-thru experience Sang-woo has ever encountered due to all of your drunk giggles and babbling, you finally get all your food and dig in.

As you finish your food he drops off all of your friends and makes his way back to your shared apartment.

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You try and get out of the car but you quickly met with the cold concrete. You groan and Sang-woo rushes to your side

“Holy shit uhm are you o-okay?! Did you hit your head, are you hurt” he rambles while bending down to your side

You couldn’t help but giggle at him, he finally laughs with you while throwing you over his shoulder. You walk onto the elevator and press the button for your floor.

He puts you down while he takes out his keys and guides you through the door. He sits you down on the couch and takes off your boots.

“I’m sorry about what that guy said about you Sang-woo”

“Honey it’s not your fault that he’s a dick” he says while kissing the top of your head. He picks you up again and brings you to the bedroom.

“Hands up y/n” he says while helping you out of your clothes. He hands you a pair of panties and one of his shirts to wear to bed.

“Let’s get you ready for bed, yeah?

“Okay yay!” You run into the bathroom and begin taking off your makeup. Since you’re still a little drunk Sang-woo does most of the work. You brush your teeth, do you skin care, and wrap your hand, hoping it doesn’t bruise.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, I’m really happy you convinced me to go out”

“I’m glad you had fun my love. I’m so proud of you” sang-woo kisses you and pulls you closer to his chest

“Even if I punched that guy?

“Especially because you punched that guy”

You giggled and look at your hand, a reminder that you did this FOR Sang-woo. It’s hard enough to hear snide comments from people while you guys are in public. You had never let the age gap become an issue in your relationship. You’re both adults and he treats you like his princess. When that guy called Sang-woo old you didn’t even know you punched him until you felt your hand sting.

“I’m just so glad to be home, in bed, with you, while watching our favourite movie” snuggling into Sang-woo while he continues to play with your hair.

“And I’m glad to be here, in bed, with the beautiful girlfriend”

You blush and give him a kiss

“We should get some rest it’s getting awfully late”

“Sir yes sir” you chuckled “goodnight my love”

“Goodnight my little scrapper”

You smack his chest “not funny” while holding back a laugh

“Too soon?”

“Too soon.”

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Anyway. I know this is bad but I don’t care because I needed to post something! Hope you enjoy 😜

[lvrsparadise]

hi pook!

you should write an opposites attract with chris. (i would say matt but i feel like this is more of a chris thing)

like, the reader is calm, patient, and quiet while we all know how chris is.

love youuuu 😽

'LOUD' - C.S

Synopsis - "Can you be quieter?" "Can you be louder?"

Warnings! - profanity, kissing, secret dating.

A/N - literally wrote all of this in class. i get to meet my baby brother today! (5th) by the time this comes out, he'll already be home. Thank you for requesting this pook! love you all ! synopsis sentence not used in story !!

I huff and look out the window of the van as Chris cuts me off, yet again.

“Chris, let her talk!”

“No! Nothing she’s saying is important!”

“And why is that?” Matt looks back at me before looking back at Chris.

“She’s not loud enough to really get her point across.” He’s too loud. He makes an emphasizing gesture with his arms, throwing them out in front of him. 

“Chris, just stop being a dick!” Nick smacks his arm, and it sounds like it hurts.

“Ow Nick! What the fuck?!” Chris grabs his arm and attempts to bend back to the backseat to hit Nick back, but he ends up hitting me instead, and I am furious, and I think he can tell.

His eyes widen quickly, and his face goes pale.

“Oh shit. Sorry ba- Y/N” I have to try and refrain from showing any emotion to his almost slip-up. I nail him with a look for a beat before returning to my scowl.

“You asshole.” I can see the genuine apology in his eyes, and with that, I become a little less mad and kind of just slump back in the seat, looking back out the window.

I hear multiple sighs.

“Now look what you’ve done. Great going Chris.” Nick’s voice is laced with sarcasm, and anger.

“My bad, wasn’t trying to hit her.” He sits back into his seat.

---

A few minutes pass and the subject has changed and Chris has gotten a little quieter. 

I feel my phone vibrate from my pocket and I take it out to see a text from Chris.

Baby♡: i’m so sorry babe, i seriously did not mean to hit you Me: it’s fine. You can kiss it better later (kissy emoji)

A small grin forms on my face as I hear Chris chuckle quietly from the front seat.

“What? What’re you laughing at?” Nick asks as he leans over to try and get a peek at Chris’s phone, but thankfully Chris shuts his phone off in time.

“Nothing dipshit.”

---

After filming, which took over two hours by the way, we finally head back to the triplets house, and just as we pull out of the parking lot, my phone vibrates again, and I already know who it is.

Baby♡: you alright? You’re quiet back there. Me: i’m always quiet. :) Baby♡: true… Baby♡: are you staying over tonight? Me: idk yet Baby♡: pleaseeeee 

I let out a huff of air and roll my eyes.

“Hey guys, is it cool if I stay over tonight? I don’t feel like driving tonight.”

“Yeah that’s fine with me.” Nick turns his head to me and smiles.

“I don’t mind.” I can see Matt shrug from the driver’s seat.

Chris is silent, probably for the best.

“Alright.” I look back down at my phone and grab my headphones from my pocket, putting them in and press play on my playlist as my phone buzzes again.

Baby♡: yay! couch then my room? (context: Y/N 'sleeps' on the couch until matt and nick go to bed, then she moves to chris’s room) Me: like always (kissy emoji)

I hear a chuckle from the front seat before Chris and Matt start talking.

---

I plop down on the chase of the couch with a groan and a fake snore.

I open my eyes just in time to see Chris Nick and Matt bidding goodnight to each other before they separate, all going their own directions.

Chris looks at me as he walks down the stairs to his room.

I huff and wait for Matt to turn off his music before I grab one of the blankets from the couch and walk downstairs to Chris’s room, knocking softly.

“Come in!” I crack the door open to see him sitting at his desk, phone in one hand looking down to it, and the other on the mouse. I smile softly and walk into the room, closing the door behind me.

He snaps his head to me, concern etched on his face.

“I didn’t hurt you earlier, did I?” I shake my head softly, tossing the blanket I brought down on his bed and walking over to him.

“No. It only hurt for a second, but it’s fine now.” I place my hands on his cheeks, gliding my thumbs over the smooth skin.

Swiftly, he stands up, picks me up, and tosses me on the bed before plopping down next to me, enveloping me in a great big bear hug, and I melt into it.

“Good. Don’t want you to be mad at me.” He kisses my forehead, nose, and cheeks before giving me a kiss.

“Never.” I smile and lean up to give him another kiss.

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[underdark-dreams]

ok, I'm too cowardly to actually reply to your post about Rolan/ Dammon headcannons/ prompts but here are a few:

Rolan:

-He finally gets to be hero, he saves Tav from some scenario and when Tav is thanking him he has no idea what to do with himself.

-Cal and Lia being siblings and absolutely embarrassing him anytime Tav is around. (Sharing embarrassing but endearing stories from when they were younger, hinting at his feelings for Tav, making kissy faces from behind Tav when he's trying to have a conversation.)

-Also, I just have a feeling that he's a jealous green monster whenever someone who isn't any one the companions try and talk to Tav.. especially if its another wizard.

Dammon:

-Him trying to muster up the courage to ask Tav out when he has his shop in Baulders Gate.

-Dammon would 100% be the type who wants to court someone the 'proper' way, but could be convinced otherwise.

-He seems like he would act like a love sick puppy when he's in love.

Thank you for this delicious bouquet of ideas!! 🖤 Twirling my hair over these!! I do want to save a few for fics, but I couldn’t look at this in my inbox any longer without writing out some headcanons:

Rolan 

[Cal & Lia embarrassing him around Tav]

The three of them have a super close bond underneath all the bickering. So the absolute second Rolan catches feelings, Cal & Lia smell blood in the water

Honestly they probably catch it before Rolan admits him to himself

When Lia starts to drop hints or Cal asks if he’s gotten up the nerve to kiss them yet, Rolan is like "what? stop being stupid"

But then he turns away & checks in with himself for a second & he's like "oh fuck"

Rolan makes an effort to only interact with Tav far away from his home, his workplace, the general vicinity of his neighborhood in Baldur’s Gate—basically avoiding anywhere they might run into his sister or brother. They already make him nervous enough

But once they start getting closer he also really wants to bring them home, so at some point, he’ll suck it up and face this potential trainwreck head-on

His siblings make light conversation over dinner about what Tav’s been doing or working on lately. Lia’s like “oh yeah Rolan mentioned that, you know he talks about you a lot, like all the time”

Tav’s hand silently taking his under the table is the only thing that could distract Rolan from snapping back

Somehow, Rolan is even more embarrassed when his siblings start genuinely reminiscing and telling Tav stories about the three of them growing up in Elturel

He’ll chime in if Tav asks him a question, but otherwise he’s pretty quiet. Rolan doesn’t want them to think about him as a refugee or an orphan

In his mind, he still thinks he needs to be powerful and significant in order to truly deserve Tav’s affection

If Rolan paid any attention, he’d realize that Cal and Lia talking up what a stubborn, protective big brother he’s always been is putting stars in Tav’s eyes

[Jealousy]

He’s so fucking jealous and it drives him crazy

Rolan likes controlling the narrative, keeping any vulnerability under control & well hidden from others, etc.

Falling in love with Tav creates a big complication in the way he usually operates

Once he’s master of Ramazith’s Tower, he has a certain amount of social obligations—hosting members of the wizarding community, professional gatherings, etc

And Tav is an integral part of his life now, so they'll always be involved to some extent

Midway through the evening, Rolan glances across the room and sees one of his colleagues talking much closer than he'd like to his beloved. As he watches, their hand actually reaches out to touch Tav’s elbow

Whatever he's doing or whoever he's conversing with is abandoned without ceremony

Rolan does that thing where he casually walks up to join the conversation and places a hand on the small of Tav's back, just resting there with a slight smile as he pretends to listen. But he’s staking his claim

In his head the gesture means step the fuck back, this person is with me. It’s honestly about as subtle as a sledgehammer

After they're finally alone again he'll probably want to fuck Tav on his desk or against one of the bookstacks in the Tower

Capturing them for himself and hearing them moan his name and making sure they know they’re his

Dammon

[Working up the courage to ask Tav out]

He’s been really glad their paths have converged here and there along the way, but nothing could make him prouder than when Tav comes to visit the Forge of Nine Hells in the city

Dammon is completely in his element in Baldur’s Gate

He’s pretty modest and down-to-earth, but he feels a swell of pride when Tav finally sees him running a proper forge. It’s how he always hoped they’d see him

And is it just his imagination, or does he see them…often? Almost every day they’re dropping by for one reason or the other, and they seem to linger to chat and watch him work

The hints that they’re interested are all Dammon needs to start working up his courage to make a move

He's alone and tied to his work most of the day, which gives his mind ample time to run through different options

Getting the timing right drives him a little crazy. So often Tav is in a hurry, or with their companions, or he's got a rush commission that he has to get finished

When he finally finds the moment, he’ll probably come right out with it & ask them out for a drink. He wants something simple where they can talk, plus smithing is thirsty work

When Tav agrees with a smile, Dammon drops everything, his leather apron snagging as he pulls it over his horns in his haste to get going

Gathers his courage and puts an arm around their shoulders as they walk

With anyone else Dammon would be self-conscious about how he smells like iron and smoke and sweat all the time. But if anyone can look past it it’s Tav, with everything they’ve been through

A feeling that's confirmed when they lean further into him with a laugh

[Being totally lovesick over Tav]

The definition of devoted

He would 100% be that type of boyfriend who likes to be always touching Tav when they’re close

Prefers to rest his hand on their hip while they’re side by side, maybe on the curve of their ass if he can get away with it. The contrast against the doting look in his eye is classic Dammon—sweet and hot 

It's not a possessiveness thing, and he'd tone it down if Tav asked, he's just super into them & touching them feels natural

Just in general, he loves telling Tav yes and has a very hard time telling them no

At the end of the day, Dammon likes to pull Tav down to sit on his lap and talk about their days. He might stroke their hair or rub their back while he listens, just helping his love relax at the end of a long day

Dammon’s used to being a single bachelor and taking care of himself, but he discovers that he adores when Tav does little things to dote on him or pamper him

One night he comes home with the usual soot stains on his skin and ache in his shoulders to find that Tav has drawn him a warm, pleasant-smelling bath. Ignoring any mild protests, Tav insists on helping him peel off his sweaty layers and sink in, then loosens his knot of hair to gently lather and wash his locks. The feel of Tav’s fingers and nails massaging his scalp is the most loving, tender thing. Dammon feels like he could fall asleep right right there in the water under their hands

He calls Tav all kinds of pet names: darling, love, dearest, gorgeous, sometimes angel if he's feeling especially whipped

Dammon is one to say "I love you' freely and often, but hearing Tav say it back never fails to make him sigh with happiness

[kgymya]

katsuki is the type to notice the small things. he will notice what makes you jump, the way ur nose scrunches, everything.

when at the mall with katsuki, mina, sero, denki, and ejirou, katsuki’s eyes only seem to be looking at you. admiring you.

he trails behind the group and watches as you look around at the variety of stores with mina. ejirou is the first to notice his friends fallback.

“bakubro! cmon man catch up!”

you spin around to grab his hand, “ ‘sukiii! come on i wanna go in this one!”

katsuki’s eyes widened at the sudden contact. his face is quickly flushed with red. “what do you think yer doin’ !?” he barked out, trying to pull out of your tight hold.

“we’ll be back guys! i wanna go in here real quick!” you shouted out towards the group, ignoring him completely.

“what the hell don’t ignore me bitch!”

“do you always act so rabid”

a beat passes.

“WHAT???” his reaction makes you burst out laughing. you tug on his hand, leading him into a small shop.

“it’ll be quick ‘suki.”

as you enter that shop, you taking in the cozy aesthetic. jazz music echoes through the speakers, key chains, rings, bracelets, necklaces, charms and more are lined up along the shelves.

katsuki is quick to notice how your eyes sparkle when looking around, as if everything seems to amaze you. he notices how you instinctively head over to the keychains. specifically the matching ones.

“oh my god look how cute this one is!” you pick up a matching white and black cat keychain. “we could match!”

“ew.”

“but you could be the black cat ‘suki!” whining, holding it up to his face.

“no.”

your hand falls down in defeat and places the keychains back. “sorry..”

you and katsuki make your way back to the group. “hey guys!” denki exclaims.

“we’re about to go order some food!” mina says pointing and the food court behind them.

“ooo i could go for some ramen!” you say grabbing mina’s hand.

“see you boys!”

once the girls are out of sight, all the boys rush katsuki.

“sooo what did y’dooo??” sero questions first.

“did you kiss herrrr?” denki gushes, making kissy faces toward ejirou.

“man! ur face got so red when she grabbed ur hand! you like her right?”

katsuki’s face flushed beet red after hearing ejirous questions. “ what the fuck! i don’t like her?!!”

“ooo he’s blushinggg”

he pushes the guys out of his way. “move idiots!”

“where are you going bakugo?” denki asks, trying to catch up with his beloved friend.

“fuck off.”

as katsuki returns, everyone is already with their respective foods. he takes a seat next to ejirou, across from you and places down his spicy ramen. everyone engages into a conversation but everything is muted around katsuki as he thinks about todays events.

katsuki is deep in thought but is quickly removed as your right foot meets his shin. “ow bitch what the fuck?”

“sorry! i was trying to get ur attention!” you say in a loud whisper.

he looks at you for a moment. just a moment. he notices how you smile at him with sorry. he notices a small indent in your left cheek. a dimple. katsuki just found a new thing to admire about you.

he snaps out of his trance, scoffing and rolling his eyes in response. “what do yer what?”

“ i was just gonna ask if your feeling alright? i noticed that you didn’t yell at us as much today…” a sweat drop forms on your forehead, “ errr and you just seemed out of it! so i wanted to check up on you!” you rush out.

katsuki managed to let a small laugh slip out. “ ‘m fine.”

“is everyone finished?” ejirou asks, looking around for the group’s answer.

“yup!”

“you bet!”

“i’m stuffedddd!”

“i don’t think i can move…”

“idiots.”

everyone collectively gathers their items and make their way out. katsuki, however, grabs a hold of ur hand, halting you.

“hm?” you turn back to face katsuki. one hand in yours and the other rubbing the back of his neck.

“open ur hand.”

“huh..?”

“open ur damn hand bitch!”

he shoves something in your hand, then quickly makes his way away from you.

you look down to see a white cat keychain.

“aw… ‘suki..” you whisper. you take in his retrieving figure, and see a small black cat keychain on his bag.

katsuki always notices the small things doesn’t he

[azurem]

inkmare but petnames...?? yapping under the cut

I feel that at the start of their relationship they had a phase where they used the worst petnames ever because they both wanted to see each other cringe (Nightmare enjoyed knowing he could make Ink uncomfortable with little to no repercussions while Ink sorta wanted him to snap so hed have a "legit reason" to end their truce thing)

SO first stage relationship (no feelings) had them calling each other pookie, bunny and other stuff like that in the most obnoxious/condescending tune possible because they seeked for each other's suffering

2nd phase, where Night got the feelings™, had him shifting to the intentionally corny petnames to more... wordy/unintentionally corny petnames? He switched from honey to my sweetheart, or from pookie to my love. He still likes to see Ink uncomfortable/cringing because it's still very funny but by then he kind of... Paid more attention to Ink's reactions?? Now more than actively seeking for Ink getting kind of upset/weirded out he tried to make him flustered because he finds it funny but also because the rainbow blush doesn't look that bad on him (he can be a bit shameless... he has already accepted his feelings so he may as well. Right?.... Right??????)

3rd phase, (where Ink finally reciprocated) had the petnames very much lessened (Ink wasn't in denial of how he felt towards Nightmare, though he very much tried to lessen/eliminate the feeling by taking out the pink vial out of his normal dosage. That didn't work for very long because he got even worse at AU protecting when he didn't love them enough to truly care for them) because he very much got... Legit upset? Kind of... sad? Every time he heard them? Nightmare kind of caught onto that and so he stopped (the reactions weren't as attractive when Ink just stopped to stare at him instead of making an exaggerated face of disgust)

4th stage, the honeymoon...!!! phase!!! (Which was triggered by Nightmare and Ink making a new deal to accommodate their... uh... New emotional necessities) has Nightmare finally embracing his evil novel reader side™ and using petnames that sound... kind of unnatural in speech?? Very long petnames. My peerless paramour and My heart's gleam kind of deal. Meanwhile Ink very much dropped most of the petnames (referring to Nightmare as Night and/or Nighty usually) unless he's feeling silly and whimsical, where he just uses kind of... weird petnames? (Blorbo, Silly, weirdo)

Special mentions to the main petnames™:

Paramour: Nightmare calls Ink this constantly ever since phase 1. It's funny, it's fitting, sounds fancy, and can be romantic. An ace of all cards, as he'd say

Freak: Ink called Nightmare this once and it stuck (phase 2 onwards). "Huh. You're kind of a freak," and turns around as a flirt. Kind of. Nightmare can't and WILL NOT explain how it keeps working every time.

My favourite character: Ink calls Nightmare this sometimes (phase 3 onwards). Very quietly. It'd be kind of... Off-putting? If not because of the tone he uses when he says it. Reserved for the cuddles™

Treacherous creature: Nightmare calls Ink this sometimes when he wants affection (phase 4). "Come here, you treacherous creature" and a kissy. Ink finds it so funny every time so Nightmare keeps doing it. No one knows where that came from.

[ddejavvu]

Steve telling off everyone, nearly getting into his old ‘king Steve’ ways, whenever they make fun of bimbo!reader for not understanding something. But if you ever get upset at his harsh scolding look, whether he’s using it against some assholes, or the kids when they’re misbehaving, he’ll immediately soften up and apologise, kissing your nose before butting it gently with his own, and promising he’s never mad at you. Which you know because your Stevie is always so kind with you! Even though you’re a bit sensitive, he knows what helps you feel best, and you’re always so good at helping him when he’s reminded of his upside down time, always so empathetic and soft and reminding him of what he’s got.

But he treats you all the time. He lives for treating bimbo!reader. He buys you whatever food you want, even if you don’t ask, he’s bouncing a twirl of your hair he’s caught in his finger and asking if you’re hungry. His pants don’t even twitch when you’ve always got a lollipop in your mouth, he just gets so happy at seeing you squeal and light up when he buys you a new bag of them, and he loves the sweet taste of your lips afterwards too! And if there’s something pretty you wanna wear in store, all you have to do is look at it for longer than 7 seconds, and he’s putting it around his arm, holding it out like a waiter as he wraps more dresses, and crop tops, and jackets over it, dangling a necklace from his fingers too. Which you kiss as you bend to put away a pair of shoes, since Steve was already buying you so much. Steve brings them back after work the next day. He always wears the bracelet you made him, every single day. Even if it’s slightly your style but you tried to make it like his, no matter what, he can’t be separated from it

And he’s always cuddling you. He loves you so much, and he loves how you’re never scared to show him your love too! How you’ll always be affectionate with him, no matter what. It makes him feel cared for. And he’ll always be told off by Robin for giving you so many smooches right on top of the till. But how can his poor heart resist when you pout at him with those glossy lips and ask “Kissy? Please Stevie, kissy?”

firmly believe steve is still just as big of a bitch as he was in s1 he just balanced it out with his goober side, so he'd absolutely whip out the nastiest, bitchiest insult if anyone dared talk shit about you. but sometimes he goes too far, and you rein him back in by going 'Stevie!' and he snaps out of it and looks over at you with his pretty brown eyes already apologetic, and he tugs you closer with his arm around your shoulders to say sorry. he nuzzles your noses together and plants a kiss to your face, promising to be nicer next time.

and yeah, sometimes you have the chance to reciprocate his protectiveness on his bad days! sometimes he gets flashbacks or awful memories bubbling to the surface and you smooth your hands over his cheeks, run your fingers through his hair, rub his back, kiss his face, and promise that he's safe now, with you, and he's never going back there.

he loooves buying you food, not just 'cause he can mooch off of you but because you'll actually feed it to him!! he adores letting you feed him forkfuls of noodles, and yes he's always stocking you up on sweets so that he can kiss the sugar off of your lips.

Clothes are even more exciting for him to buy you! It’s almost like he’s a kid playing with Barbies, rushing through the store and stockpiling whatever you want just to slip into a dressing room with you and kiss you through the neck of the dress you’re trying to slide over your head. And you wear all of the stuff that he gets you, so he wears what you get him. Yes his little bracelet that he can’t live without, it’s always around his left wrist ‘cause he says he wants it closer to his heart :’)

I think robin’s just jealous Steve gets to kiss pretty girls over the counter the whole time </3 he definitely gets in trouble, but he’d get fired if it meant he could kiss you forever in the break room <333

[schizoidcel]

Hello! I saw you were taking requests for TADC and thought I'd send one in if it isn't too much hassle.

This one has been itching at my brain since I saw the pilot

Pomni, Ragatha, and Zooble (Separately) encounter a newcomer to the circus (reader), who was their S/O in the real world.

Perhaps reader had come looking for them to find out what happened, only to end up getting stuck with them?

Anyways, thanks for your time! I hope you are well!

# POMNI, RAGATHA & ZOOBLE (SEPERATELY) x THEIR S/O IN THE REAL WORLD THAT ACCIDENTLY ENDED UP IN THE CIRCUS ☆

Idk how yall find me wit my posts not showing up in the tags but OMG HELLFIRE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH??? Dw bestie it's no hassle ong ong. HOPE U'RE DOING WELL TOO LOVE <3

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

🤍 HEADCANONS !!

warnings :: None, angst if you squint on Zoobles part. Also not proofread I'll do it in the morning kissy

♪ POMNI ..

She's probably taken aback first.

It's just been a week after she arrived? And there's already another person???

Though for some reason, and even if you two barely talked, Pomni already feels more connected to you than with everybody else in the circus. Even with Ragatha, even though they've helped her through everything, like on the first day

She finds it weird, but she dosen't mention it at all.

Your presence is just soothing to her and calms her down, which is enough of a reason for her to keep being near you

Over time, you 2 grew very close, seeing as both of you are new to this whole thing.

And Pomni already feels like she has grown a crush on you .. Cmon girlfail it's been like a couple days.

The way you just are ... You makes Pomni feel like you've supported and comforted her all her life, even though you guys just met a couple of days ago

Once you and Pomni were calming down after a really exhausting adventure, you both were pretty beat and when you initiated conversation it somehow came to how you both ended up in the circus

You explained to her how you ended up here because you wanted to try and escape reality after your lover went missing, obviously not expecting to get trapped in a literal VR game ...

Pomni felt saddened at the mention of you having a lover, but at the same time, she felt like something snapped inside her

Didn't she have a lover too?? Was that you? Because it would explain alot .

And when you said how Pomni kinda resembeled your partner, was when she realized :

Pomni IS your partner

She literally immediately started to try and explain to you how she is probably your lover because of how you and her ended up here, and because of the entire thing of her feeling more connected with you

You didn't seem like you got it from her extremely fast no pause explanation, which caused her to have a meltdown infront of you ... (goodjob girl!)

Though, that meltdown looked abit too familiar. Immediately you knew that "Damn! That's my girl!"

Just as soon as you realized, you held her and reassured her that you got what she meant, and that you're happy she managed to connect the dots you couldn't

Pomni seemed happy from the praise, but she seemed even happier from the fact that both of you are together again.

And now she is clinging on to you like idk a panda on pumpkin.

Expect her to be clingy like this for a few days, maybe even weeks. Fuck girl maybe FOREVER

The days she was there, even with Ragatha helping her the best she can, Pomni still felt isolated as she had begun to slowly think that maybe none of these people are real in the first place (jesus girl)

But now that you, her S/O, someone she KNOWS that is real is here with her she feels SO much more calmer

She does feel bad that you're stuck with her now, and she definitely feels abit of guilt. But exactly because of those reasons, Pomni wants to get out even faster now. She still wants to have a little apartment with you, after all!

♪ RAGATHA ..

With you being new, Ragatha makes sure that like with Pomni, your 1st day is as good as it can be!

She seems to be abit more hooked on trying to make it perfect, though ...

I wonder why that is?

Well she sure don't know. Anywho!

Even if she does want the day for you to be more flawless than ever, she really didn't give it any thought, therefore she automatically is not aware why she wanted it to be 100% ideal for you

She's been in here for awhile, and though she faintly remembers having a partner, she doubts her partner would ever end up in the digital circus like her (uhmm... news flash bae...)

Ragatha realizes from day 1 that she gets along with you really well, and that immediately caused you two to hang out alot!!

The longer you hangout with her, the more Ragatha feels like she is developing a crush on you .. (wuh woh ...)

And not even a few hours after she realizes she has this crush on you, you started talking about how you ended up in the circus in the first place

She was sad at first, but tried not to show it. Instead, she comforted you, and told you stuff like "It's OK!" "Maybe we'll find a way out, then we can find your S/O!" (the irony I can't.) basically words she hoped would stop making you look so sad and make you smile instead .. (cutie)

Out of nowhere though, you started crying

She was so . shocked?? GIRL WHY ARE YOU CRYING

You try to tell her through your now lowkey stuttering voice how your S/O acted JUST like her

The touch, the words, the voice, all of it was really familiar to you .

After you tell that to her, Ragatha realizes that it's the same for her towards you.

How she feels like you and her knew eachother for years with how fast you two got along when you first met, surely it can't be a coincidence.

Ragatha begins to tell you about this and how she feels like she knew you for a very, VERY long time

.. Which leads to a guessing game of both o yalls fave things.

Though Ragatha has forgotten most of the stuff in her life back on the real world, she "coincidentally" knew EVERY one of your favourite things.

And you did hers??

You two didn't know how to react and were shocked.

After the shock died down though, both of you were just hugging eachother, and the both of you telling eachother how lonely it was without the other one by your side really aint gon stop those tears.

♪ ZOOBLE ..

Zooble DEFINITELY wouldn't even realize or care about you

Ofcourse not because they hate you, they're just kinda tired of new people coming in and in, especially this fast (chill girl god damn its only 2 people!!)

Zooble starts to find you WAY more tolerable the more Caine throws you into adventures together, though

They find the aura around you more inviting, so to speak

They even slowly start to think about how they prefer you over all the other members of the circus

You two only spoke around 4 times, but all have been extremely smooth going and fun conversations, something Zooble wouldn't expect to have with someone. ESPECIALLY a new member ..

On the other side, you find Zooble extremely likeable aswell! Sure, they might be dry or blunt, but they have a warm side, like every cold person usually does

You probably like talking with Zooble more than everyone else aswell .. Not cus everyone else is boring, you just find Zoobles personality and perspective on things to be more intriguing

Once Caine made you all go through another adventure yet again, which turned out to be a "partner" game

And wouldn't you know it, fate loves you and puts you and Zooble into a pair!

On that day, you two managed to tell eachother the mutual interest you have in one another, therefore deciding to become closer friends.

Or actually lets just start with being friends in the 1st place.

Ofcourse after that game, you two would normally be seen together more often now (BESTIE TIME)

Which ultimately leads to you telling Zooble how you got in the circus in the first place

Zooble didn't really know how to react to you having a S/O, they didn't really feel hurt, but at the same time they did? It was confusing, really

Once while in your room, you told Zooble how some of the antics they make is similar to what your S/O used to do

You immediately snapped and thought about how lowkey weird it is to say that, so you apologized immediately ..

To your suprise though, Zooble even took it as a compliment (they didn't expect it too.)

Zooble feels like a part of their identity has been put together the more you guys hang out with eachother

They want to know why they feel so completed with you, but that'll probably be something that can only be figured out once you two (if you can) get out of this circus (word for word ...)

But for now, they'll enjoy your company, the energy you give off, and your comforting presence.

They wont step over the line, since they know you already have a partner, but it wont hurt if you're just best friends, right?

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ׂૢ་༘࿐ Thank you for reading! ♡

Ugh this was so much fun I am LIVING for these little babes. I'm really proud of these hello ?! Might make a short scenario version since I love this ask sm.

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hello hello 38 from the kissy prompts for a da2 pairing of your choice!

thank u for the prompt!!! i present: post-bitter pill fenhawke where hawke's shitty and it makes him behave shittily and also the two of them wade through literal, actual shit.

38 from the kissy prompts: "a kiss while one party is carried" word count: 1.6k themes: bickering/jealousy/pining/etc (toxicbybritneyspears.mp3), hawke smugly having no sense of smell, fenris getting called bad in bed 234 different ways, and sewage. a lot of sewage 🤎 read on ao3 or here ↓

“How does it go? ‘It smells like something died in he—’”

“You will die in here,” Fenris snapped, “unless you hurry up, or I throw you into the lurch myself.”

Ahead, the narrow tunnel into Darktown’s sewers gurgled. The Dalish witch was already most of the way through, with Sebastian behind her, black-brown water swilling about their knees. Fenris would’ve joined them minutes earlier, were it not for the most important part of his life seemingly considering her life unimportant; as well as his temper.

Hawke lifted her robe an inch, and gestured to her boots. “These are Nevarran linen.”

“Which can be—”

“Which my mother embroidered!”

“—removed, and held, and I won’t bicker with you until the templars descend, Hawke; if I must I will haul you behind me, and soil you far worse. Get in the shit, or remove your boots. Now.”

Her wide-eyed look had less in common with a puppy than it did a woefully disproportionate owl. Fenris stepped closer, and lowered his voice.

“Marienne,” he said, words hoarse as dragged gravel, “you know I can throw you, and do not wish to ruin your mother’s gift—”

“But... If I’m carrying them…” Looking at the thin brown river below, and clueless of the restraint required to not drown her into submission, she said, “what if I trip? ”

“Venhedis,” he hissed, “I will—”

“Don’t worry! There’s nothing to trip on!” The witch waved her hand from the tunnel’s end, voice echoing down, followed by a squelch-thud-squelch—“It’s like hot cocoa at first, and when you’re a little farther, it’s pudding!”

“Sure,” Hawke shouted, “except, it’s actually not any of that! At all! Thanks!”

Sebastian began to splash and splosh and splish his way back, beaming. “Would it not be easier, my lady, to have you carried?”

Over Hawke’s frown, Hawke’s Shy Smile slid into place; facetious, all of it. “Really? Y—”

Fenris seized her waist, scooped her into his arms, and stepped off the ledge.

“If anything died here, Hawke, it did not do so alone,” Fenris grumbled, before stopping to gag into his shoulder for the fifth time. None of the laddered exits had let out as they were meant to, and so the group had settled heading toward the waterway — and the sewers, unsurprisingly, stank.

Worse, they tasted. Rotted eggs and dirt-crumbed excrement had been bundled into a mildewed sack, and lodged halfway down Fenris’ throat.

The wretched woman draped in his arms hummed, half-giddy. “Gross,” she cooed, then feigned what had to be the loudest sigh he’d ever heard. “Someone’s gotta clean up this city!” 

Another wave of nausea met Fenris’ stomach; he wouldn’t terribly mind joining the dead somethings, for through the swill of his mind, there bobbed another correction: that had been the second loudest sigh he’d ever heard, feigned from that smiling mouth. He tried to relegate Hawke to his peripheral vision.

As he followed the distant blur of Sebastian, trudging into another fetid tunnel, Fenris had never been so grateful to the Chantry in all his life; that white and shining armour was a saviour—

“You know what?” Hawke’s too-sweet voice drenched over his focus. “This actually isn’t your worst angle.”

“I don’t care,” he growled, shins shoving through the muck.

From around the bend, Merrill yelped, and cursed, "oh, rats!"

“What’s wrong?” Hawke called.

"Rats!”

As quickly as one could run through waist-high goo , Sebastian had run to save Merrill. Perhaps in order to impress Hawke, or perhaps to get out of the dingy hell the group had found themselves in, thanks to the magic roiling off two of their number — though Hawke’s magic was ever so faint a thrum against Fenris’ lyrium-ridden skin. He chose to blame the Dalish for the acid blooming up his throat every five minutes.

Hawke had relaxed into his arms, and begun to swing her feet slightly. After a half hour of winding through tunnels and cursing at manholes, she was undoubtedly safe, as there was no further forks to take.

The others were too far ahead, and while Fenris had no fear of rats or skulking fugitives.. the prospect of being alone with Hawke was.. unnerving. A fact which unnerved him further, and an anxiety quickly proven to be well-founded when she reached up, and draped her hands over his shoulders.

Ostensibly, to hang onto him, but Hawke was never so inclined. While the others received hugs and kisses on the cheeks goodbye and hello and thank you for the gift, Sebastian, you’re too kind — Fenris received a quick peck on the cheek, and a slap on the shoulder, if she took pity on him.

He found himself tightening his hold — typical — and across his chest, the familiar chill of yearning. Hawke...

Fenris’ breath steadied, with great effort, until there was no sound but the wet squelch of his feet, and the rustle of her robe’s sleeve against his armour; she was slowly trailing her hands from his back, to the nape of his neck, and if she touched him… he’d collapse, and drown happily, for a few seconds, at least, before his senses gasped to life. Wherever they were.

Gentle and warm as balm, Hawke’s hands rested on either side of his neck. He swallowed a pathetic noise. She shifted, pressed, and—

He didn’t drop her, but it was a near thing. The sewage gleamed, Fenris’ muscles locked up; fibers sharpened to needles, dragging against the markings; a rod of steel shot down his body, halted.

“Shit!” Hawke pulled her hands away, almost immediately. “I thought… I was—”

Cut off by a deep, wavering sound, stirred from the back of Fenris’ throat.

The steel burning in his spine melted eventually. Slackening, he panted — like a dry-mouthed dog — then snapped his mouth shut. He held his tongue against the roof of it and swallowed. Then straightened up, and carried on, rounding another corner. The shock had numbed the stench, at least; acclimated him to discomfort.

At the end of the passage, a curved square of light — and the silhouettes of their companions. Hawke’s companions.

In front of them, a shadow of a hand passed back and forth. “Hey.”

Perhaps she’d sensed the bitterness rippling off him. “It’s fine.” Do not look at her.

“If you want to put me down…“

Fenris hoisted her higher in his burning arms, compensating for earlier slack. “It would make little difference,” he grunted, “this farce is almost done.”

“Wait,” she whispered, and he slowed. Not to a complete stop; neither his spine or stomach would survive that. “Do you not want me touching you, at all? I’d understand.”

No. Yes. Fenris set his jaw. “Your touch is as welcome as it has ever been,” he said flatly; he refused to indulge either of them with lies. “I chose to carry you, is that not an answer?”

“Your markings, though.”

“Wool can be particularly abrasive. On any skin, I imagine, but my back is sensitive.” And is going to fold in on itself.

“Oh! My… sleeve. I… got it.”

Fenris grunted again. His muscles screamed, but the skin on his shoulders still tingled with her touch; the sun ahead would soon lay claim to all the warmth on him. Fenris closed his eyes, to block out the eye-aching exit. Focused on the gooseprickles by the nape of his neck. The slosh of sewage, the soft “hey.”

Warmth, on the side of his jaw, he tilted his head a fraction to meet it, and on the corner of Fenris’ mouth, was hers. Hawke’s. Marienne. Mari’s mouth against his; something wailed in his chest and she kissed him — with the lightest press, no further than the corner, no longer than a breath, before pecking his cheek, just as quick. It was a miracle he remained standing, instead of slamming her against the shit-soaked bricks.

“Don’t,” Fenris hissed. Markings untouched, agony exploded through his insides regardless, and saliva filled his mouth. He swallowed. “Hawke. Do not do that again.”

She sat further upright, pressing her hand onto his breastplate. “I missed yo—”

“Stop, I am sick of—”

“—ur cheek, at first—”

“—you, pity—” He bit his tongue.

“—and… oh. Oh, wow!”

Kaffas, kaffas, kaffas. Fenris should’ve slammed his head against the bricks. Quickening the pace at which his legs smashed through stinking shit would have to do. “I misheard,” he muttered. “Then misspoke. I��m sorry.”

“Sick of me,” she echoed softly. “That’s marvellous .”

“Ma—no, Hawke, it was — I misheard, and I am not myself, I.. excuse me.” Fenris coughed, then gagged into his shoulder. He could see the pupils in Sebastian’s absurdly bright eyes, and focused on those instead of his stomach. Merrill shot him a humiliatingly sympathetic look.

“When we are outside,” he panted, “I can explain.”

“Okay.”

“Alright.”

“Now put me down.”

Fenris ground his teeth. “In ten feet—”

Hawke lurched up; his iron-clad grip alone kept her from falling. “Put me down!”

“Kaffas, woman!” Fenris came to a halt; retched, almost, but knocked the acid back like a shot. “Fine! Remove your bo—”

“Now!”

“As you wish,” he snapped, releasing his hold.

She wriggled through a fall, stumbled in the ankle-deep sewage, and barely caught herself on a wet, particularly stained brick. Fenris swallowed a scoff. Eight years of ballet, wasn’t it? What coordination.

Hawke had a look that could’ve stripped the shit off the wall, she ought to try, do herself a favour. “Maker,” she huffed. “I didn’t say let go.”

“You alright, Fenris? Hawke?”

“Yes, Merrill!” Hawke threw a hand up, and waved. She moved through the grime as if it were water, and laughed. “Just couldn’t make it to the finish line!”

“Aw, I’m sorry… your boots…”

Fenris would kill the witch one day, or she him; either would be adequate release.

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