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Regressor! Nam-gyu w/ Caregiver! Thanos
Summary: Thanos makes the mistake of washing Nam-gyu’s special blanket, since he didn’t know he had regressed. Nam-gyu becomes extremely upset when he finds this out.
Contains: Age regression, crying, thumb sucking.
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Thanos couldn’t help but cringe at how loud Nam-gyu was sobbing in his arms. He accidentally made a horrible mistake of washing Nam-gyu’s special blanket, since he didn’t know he had regressed. If he did, there was no way he would’ve washed it, he knows just how attached Nam-gyu is to the thing.
Thanos had tried just about everything to calm him down, but nothing was working. All Nam-gyu wanted was his blanket. He didn’t care about anything Thanos was offering him or trying to give him. He just wanted to have his blanket back.
For a while now, Nam-gyu had been clinging to Thanos while loudly crying. It was to the point where Thanos was starting to get a headache, but he knew denying Nam-gyu comfort would only make matters worse. Even if it wasn’t calming him down, Nam-gyu still needed to be comforted. He would become a lot more upset and stressed out if Thanos just ignored his cries.
Thanos was rubbing his hand up and down against Nam-gyu’s back while softly shushing him. It wasn’t settling him at all, but it also wasn’t making him more upset either. Thanos just wasn’t sure what else he could do, since the only thing that would calm Nam-gyu down is him having his blanket back.
It was in the dryer now, so it wasn’t too much longer Nam-gyu had to wait, but to him it felt like forever. Thanos did feel really bad, especially when Nam-gyu watched him put his blanket in the dryer. He thought he could have his blanket back, but instead it was put into the dryer. It only made Nam-gyu start crying even harder than he had been.
Thanos did try to give Nam-gyu a different blanket, just for the time being. However, that just made Nam-gyu even more upset, which was very obvious when he angrily threw the blanket at Thanos.
So, Thanos didn’t offer him another blanket, since he clearly didn’t want a replacement. Thanos did offer Nam-gyu a stuffed animal though, but that was also thrown at him as well. The only thing that somewhat worked was holding him, even though it wasn’t really soothing him. It was just keeping him from crying harder.
Thanos was waiting for the alarm he set to finally go off, since it meant everything in the dryer would be done. He wanted Nam-gyu to just stop crying, and it wasn’t because of the headache he now had, but because he really did feel horrible about how upset he was.
Though, out of nowhere, Nam-gyu was slowly starting to quiet down. Thanos figured it was only because he didn’t have enough energy to keep on wailing like he was. He began hiccuping and whimpering while curling up against Thanos. He looked at Thanos, his eyes super teary and his face all puffy and wet. He’d been sobbing for almost an hour straight, so Thanos was not at all surprised that the poor guy looked like an absolute wreck.
“My poor little guy…” Thanos frowned as he gently wiped Nam-gyu’s tears from his eyes. A tiny whine left Nam-gyu, his bottom lip quivering a little. “Oh, don’t cry. It’s okay, you’ll have your blankie back soon.” Thanos told him. Nam-gyu only responded with a quiet, choked out sob.
“Shh..shh…” Thanos softly shushed him, rocking him ever so slightly. Nam-gyu sniffled, before placing his thumb into his mouth and letting himself relax a little in Thanos’s arms. Thanos felt relieved that Nam-gyu was finally calming down, but he still knew he was extremely upset. Only difference was that he wasn’t bawling like he was earlier.
Thanos rocked him for a couple minutes, when his alarm went off. It startled both of them, but especially Nam-gyu, who began whining out of frustration and annoyance.
“Yeah, I know it’s annoying, buddy. I’m turning it off.” Thanos said while silencing the alarm. “Come on, we’re going to get your blankie. Are you excited to have your blankie back?” Thanos spoke with a smile as he stood up and carried Nam-gyu to the laundry room.
When they arrived at the room, Thanos placed Nam-gyu down on the floor, then went to get everything out of the dryer. Nam-gyu stood up and toddled over to Thanos. He used his free hand to tug aggressively on his shirt.
“Blankie…blankie!” Nam-gyu impatiently fussed at him. “I’m looking for it, baby. Hold on.” Thanos responded, continuing to pull clothes out while searching for the blanket. Nam-gyu kept whining as Thanos looked for his blanket, but after a few more seconds, Thanos finally got it out.
“Here, buddy. Here you go.” Thanos said, holding out the comfort item to Nam-gyu. Nam-gyu immediately snatched it from him and held the blanket tightly to his chest. He smiled as a quiet and happy hum left him. “Happy now?” Thanos questioned, to which Nam-gyu answered with a quick head nod. Thanos smiled and gently ruffled his hair. “Good.” He said.
Nam-gyu giggled, before burying his face into the soft and warm material of his blanket. Finally, he had the item that brought him the most comfort and feeling of safety. Thanos was glad that Nam-gyu wasn’t upset anymore and was finally happy.
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it’s also like. sometimes you watch something and get obsessed with it and have this idea of its themes and implications and the truths you can see in it and then you find that other people don’t love it so much or at least don’t love it for the more detailed reasons you do and you stop and ask yourself whether it was actually that good or whether all that good stuff is just what YOU saw in it and then the conclusions you drew and headcanons you added onto it afterwards
#and the thing is that to me! twinkle melon IS that good#like it’s true that I make euneun more angsty in my personal headcanons (and my playlists) but other than that it’s like#no. you CAN find those deeper truths in there. they’re not exactly hidden#it also has flaws that become more evident on a rewatch but so does the beauty!!!!#the love and the ache and the loyalty and the hope of it all#it’s there!#so it’s like yeah there are little annoyances I don’t deny that#but there’s the bigger picture and ALSO THE LITTLE JOYS!!!#heck#it’s what Eun Ho said#that you’re not happy when everything is going right but rather that happiness is a combination of all the little shining moments#that’s this show!!!#is it perfect? no#but the beauty sparkles in it and is present over and over again and it counteracts the flaws and when you take it in altogether it’s#a profoundly beautiful story with so much heart and humor and brightness#so that’s my defense lol#elly's posts#day 230925 of twinkling watermelon obsession
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hers only
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synopsis; gf!abby does not like clara, the gym trainer who can’t keep her hands off you. so who’s surprised when she loses her composure, channeling her rage in the form of rough, hard sex?
pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader
warnings; abby’s jealous as fuck, a little toxic!abby but not really, use of a strap-on, abby refers to the strap as her dick/cock, and strap is referred to as her dick/cock, throat-fucking (with fingers), fingering, choking, pretty rough sex, degrading (slut/bitch/whore, etc), a little praise, use of baby/honey, one use of y/n BEFORE the smut (sorry, it was necessary), spanking, reader cries, abby gives reader a sensory overload, dumbfucking, etc
a/n; hello! my name is kitlyn, kit for short :) i’m a huge writer, and tlou is my latest obsession. so, ofc, i had to get this fic out for my gf, and much more to come. i hope you like this, and if you have any ideas for me to write, please lmk!
p.s.; your daily reminder (or a fun fact), abby canonically bench presses 205 pounds. i rest my case <3
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she could only make it a few weeks before her annoyance got the best of her.
you were bulking up for an upcoming mission, assigned to you by issac. in the area you would be in, scar presence was heavy, and you wouldn’t be back to the wlf for a bit, so gaining muscle was a necessity.
abby just wished she didn’t have to watch that girl’s hands all over you to get the job done.
she didn’t understand why she couldn’t train you herself, why issac wouldn’t fucking let her. he waved her off, giving her some bullshit about “a lack of focus.”
come on. if she knew you needed to bulk up, if it meant it would keep you safe, she wouldn’t lose her focus just because it was you.
maybe.
but this was the replacement. some other girl in the wlf, hands all over you as she helped you do pull-ups. your body was covered in sweat, and you had been at this for over an hour. the girl, whose name was clara, had her hands on your hips as you lifted yourself up and over the bar again and again.
“c’mon, give me ten more. you got it,” clara said. you were looking at yourself in the mirror as you let out a grunt with each pull-up you did, on your tenth at this point. but you did your best to push through.
“clara,” you groaned. “i can’t fucking—“ you began. but your trainer cut you off.
“don’t use your breath. just keep going. i’ve seen you do it before. you got it,” clara said once more, tone firm. you didn’t think it would be a good idea to deny her. so you went on.
but you were fully oblivious to the pair of blue eyes fixed on you across the room.
you had forgotten that abby also worked out around this time to lift with manny, so it didn’t even occur to you that she was gazing at this whole thing like a hawk.
“abs!” manny said to abby, accent thick. he snapped his fingers in front of abby’s face, and abby looked at him both confusedly, but also annoyedly.
“huh? what, what is it?” abby asked. she had fully spaced out, and her cheeks were red. but it wasn’t because of the workout.
it was your fucking trainer.
“estás bien? i lost you a few minutes ago,” manny said. abby had gotten used to his habit of going back and forth from spanish to english, to the point where she knew a thing or two. so she easily responded.
“yeah, i’m fine. let’s just finish for today, okay? i’m not feeling it,” she excused. but manny could see where her eyes were.
you.
“ah,” manny said. he seemed to understand now, a look of comprehension across his face as he said that. “okay. i’ll see you back at the room, then, sí?” manny asked as he held his fist out.
abby did the same and gave him the small fist bump he was looking for. “yeah, see you.”
once manny had left, abby began to pack up her gym bag. by now, you had finished your pull-ups, and were taking needy gulps from your water bottle. clara gave you a small pat on the back once you had finished drinking.
“that was good. you got any more in you?” clara laughed.
you smiled at her, shrugging. “not sure. i’ve gotta meet my girlfriend soon,” you said. really, it was in an hour or two. but you’d have to shower, change, etc. so, to you, it was soon.
nevertheless, you figured a bit more couldn’t hurt. so, you said, “but i think i can do a few more reps.”
clara just gave you a nod. each time you would bring up this girlfriend of yours, her demeanor changed like that. she’d tense, and pause her words.
you knew what it seemed like, and obviously, you didn’t like clara. but you did kind of need her.
and besides, if abby—fuck, if abby knew? it'd be a fucking field day to say the least.
you ended up choosing back squatting as a way to finish off your session with clara. you ducked your head under the bar, elbows flexing as you removed it from the rack. you caved a little under the heaviness of it, but with clara’s reassurance, you did your best to move.
clara put her arms under yours as you held the bar behind your back. she squatted along with you, body behind yours as she spotted you.
you could only make it ten or so reps before you failed on the eleventh, much to your surprise, as it had never happened to you before. clara put her hands on your chest quickly, and helped you move the bar back up to the rack.
“sorry,” you whispered in a huff, face red from the tension your body had just undergone. clara’s front pressed to your back for just a moment, and you felt a little uncomfy. she had spotted you before while doing a back squat, but not once did you fail one, forcing her to really touch you like that.
“it’s okay, it’s okay. you did fine,” clara smiled. this time, she put a hand on your shoulder, way too close for comfort. and then, she murmured to you, her own face red. “i’m proud of you.”
oh, that was fucking it.
abby discarded her gym bag on the floor. she tossed it somewhere. she would grab it later. but she couldn’t fucking watch this anymore. who the hell did this girl think she was, hands all over you like that? and who knows what she was saying to you? that was abby’s fucking job.
and hers only.
“y/n,” an all too familiar voice said from your left, and you didn’t need to look to know who had spoken.
you were thinking, my savior, once abby’s voice filled your ears. but when your eyes moved to hers, you were sure your soul left your body.
because she looked pissed.
clara moved her hand off your shoulder, and you hated the way she did it—like the two of you had been doing way more than just working out.
“grab your shit, we’re leaving,” abby said firmly to you, and she couldn’t help but send a small glare clara’s way. you weren’t the only one feeling scared, because clara was pale as a ghost. she had known you had a girlfriend, obviously.
but it was abby fucking anderson?
neither you nor clara said a word as you packed up your gym bag. once you had, abby was grabbing you by the waist, and yanking you out of the gym, leaving clara far, far behind you.
“abs—“ you tried, you really fucking did. but abby didn’t want to hear it.
“not a fucking word.”
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manny knew better than to come back to the room once he saw abby eyeing you like that in the gym. it wouldn’t be the first, nor would it be the last, time that abby’s temper had ended in a room full of sex.
as soon as you were inside of the room, abby was grabbing your gym bag from your hands, tossing it far away, and kissing you aggressively. you responded with a whine, but let her, kissing her back with just as much passion. her hand gripped your neck as she all but slammed you onto the door, free hand running over your body like it was a temple she was born to worship.
really, it was.
abby put her free hand under your leg and held it up, pressing herself into you as her tongue battled yours. you moaned into her mouth as her grip on your neck compressed, her fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs.
what a good day to have worn shorts…
when abby finally pulled back, your lips were spilling with drool, lips numb and plump from the belligerence in abby’s kisses. your whole face was hot, and abby’s face was red.
and, fuck, did she look mad.
abby smashed her lips back onto yours, and kissed you all the way to her bed. once there, she pushed you down onto it and got on top of you, her large thighs on either side of your lap.
if you weren’t in for it before, you surely were now.
abby reached her arm out to open the drawer of her bedside table, and it was only a moment or two before she was pulling out a very familiar item.
her strap.
“a- abs, wh- what are you—“ you began dumbly, way too curious to find out what it was she had in mind. but abby wasn’t feeling at all gracious.
you talk when she says you can.
“shut the fuck up,” abby damn near growled at you, the kind of tone she reserved for when she was really fucking angry. you had heard it many times before. when you were on a mission and battling scars. when issac reprimanded her for being careless in the field. when mel pissed her off one too many times.
bottom line, when shit didn’t go her way.
and the idea that she felt that way now both turned you on and scared the fuck out of you.
abby was quick to secure the strap’s harness to her waist. the view of the dildo attached to it always made your mouth fill with drool: black, veiny, seven and a half inches long. she’d made you cum with it so many times you lost count, and it was a million times better than the real thing.
especially when you had abby anderson on top of you, or behind you, or below you, encouraging you to take it like the good girl you were.
she grabbed your hips with fervor, forcing you to wrap your legs around her torso once your bottoms, and underwear, were out of her way. you let out a needy mewl as she slid the tip through your already wet folds, riling you up, just like that.
when your eyes closed as an answer, abby tutted, and moved one of her large hands down to grab you by the chin. “look at me,” she demanded.
and who the hell would you be to deny that?
your eyes were weak and needy as they met abby’s, pupils big with just a touch of fear, heart pounding in your ears. abby spoke firmly, and you could tell that she wasn’t playing around.
you had left fun and games behind the second you walked into this room.
“you’re gonna take this dick as much as i want you to, over and over again. n’ i’m gonna fuck you rough, ‘til you’re babbling out nonsense. do you hear me?”
your body felt paralyzed when those words left abby’s lips, her tone dripping in anger. you couldn’t manage much, and all you could do was nod. but she was not having that.
she squeezed down on your chin, which made you whimper out. “words.”
“y- yes, ma’am, i- i understand,” you weakly muttered out, and that seemed to suffice for her. abby let up on her grip, and her hand moved down from your chin to your lips.
“good. now suck.”
you didn’t delay. you opened your mouth for abby to push her fingers inside of it, index and ring beginning to fuck it. abby could feel your drool as she pumped the two fingers in and out of you, your tongue eagerly wrapping around them.
she doesn’t give a damn in the world as she pounds them to the back of your throat, making you gag, and your eyes close and roll back as she does so.
not for long.
“open your eyes. keep ‘em on me,” abby says in a rough tone, and you oblige a little too quickly. water’s already filling the corners of your eyes, and abby can see that when she looks at you.
and she’s barely begun.
“crying for me already, hm? why am i not surprised?” abby couldn’t help but mock you. you looked so feeble like this, choking on her fingers like the whore you were.
“i’d save your tears, honey. ‘cause there’s a lot more where this came from.”
just as you’re beginning to get used to the rough feeling of abby fucking your face with her fingers, she pulls them out, and you let out a small whimper of disapproval.
but it quickly blends into a moan.
her index and ring, the two fingers that you had just had your tongue around, that were soaked in your drool, pushed inside of you without so much as a warning.
“oh, f- fuck, abby,” you moaned as the suddenness of the moment took over your senses. your thighs clenched around her as she skillfully pumped her fingers in and out of your cunt, just as she had so many times in the past.
abby used her other hand to pry your thighs back open. “ah ah, baby. spread your legs for me.”
just when you figured this couldn’t get any more forceful, abby was pushing a third finger inside of you, her middle one, and using her thumb to rub your clit.
your response was way too fast as you grabbed one of abby’s broad shoulders, digging your fingernails into the freckled skin on it. you let out a loud moan as your eyes squeezed shut, letting it all sink in. three of abby’s fingers deep inside of you, pumping in and out of your wet pussy as she thumbed your clit like a fucking pro.
“fuckfuckfuck,” you groaned, and, god, did abby like that. barely begun with you, and you were already drunk off her touch.
but then again, that’s how it always went.
“look at you, fucking soaked for me. needy bitch,” abby degraded you mercilessly as she curled her fingers inside of you, easily hitting your g-spot.
“mmph, abby…” you could barely manage.
“hush,” she said harshly. your gaze moved up to hers as she fingered you, her usual pale blue eyes big, pupils enlarged. it was clear that she wasn’t letting up any time soon. “don’t talk unless i say you can.”
you didn’t.
abby had you soaking her fingers in your release soon enough, your orgasm spilling over you. she pulled her fingers out of you and moved them to her lips, leaving not even one drop behind as she sucked them dry. the view filled your abdomen with butterflies: that was for damn sure.
if this is how she made you feel with your fingers, you could hardly imagine her dick.
and abby didn’t delay. you didn’t get even a second to process before she was lining the tip of the silicone toy to your cunt, and pushing into you forcefully.
“abby, w- wait, fuck. t- too soon,” you whimpered, but you knew abby didn’t give a shit about what you had to say. she shushed you with her hand, putting her fingers past your lips once more.
“don’t care. you’re gonna take this cock like a good fucking girl,” she emphasized the word as she thrust into you hard. “and i don’t wanna hear shit. got that?”
you nodded, and didn’t try to speak again. you just did what abby wanted you to, sucking on her long fingers to keep you occupied while she pounded into your pussy.
“clara can’t fuck you this good, can she, baby?” abby rasped as each thrust grew more ravenous, both fingers pushing deeper.
so that’s what this was all about. well, really, you figured as much. you knew clara’s behavior would somehow bite you in the ass. but now that you had abby’s words to confirm it, you couldn’t be more sure.
you did what you could to shake your head, but let’s be real. it was abby fucking anderson. speechlessness was never an answer in her books. she took her fingers out of your mouth for the last time, eager to hear you talk now.
“say it.”
“n- no, abby. s’just you. s’only you,” your tongue slurred as the words left your lips, and abby couldn’t help but get off on the way you were speaking, a smug smirk on her face.
“mmhm. only i get to fuck this pretty pussy of yours, y’hear me?” abby let out in a grunt, her drool covered hand settling onto your neck, squeezing down. she was fucking you hard, no mercy as her hips thrust aggressively, pushing herself as deep inside of you as she could possibly go.
you were more than okay with that.
“y- yes, ma’am,” you let out a groan of your own as abby rutted her hips into you, eyes locked on hers. “i’m yours. a- all yours.”
you were a whining and whimpering mess as abby gave you a nod of approval, hand gripping your neck like it was her lifeline. “that’s a good whore. mine and no one else’s.”
“how do you think days like today make me feel, huh? fucking bitch with her hands all over you, gawking at you like you’re hers. well, let me tell you somethin’,” abby snarls. she pulls out of you, tip pressed to your folds, and for a moment, you think she’s going to make you beg for her to fuck you once more. but just like that, she’s slamming back inside, going, arguably, deeper than she had before.
“she doesn’t get to have you. no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good. no one’s ever gonna love you like i do. you’re all fucking mine, like it or not. got that?”
you’re not surprised by the aggression in her tone, but, damn, is she pissed. you can feel her anger seep into your skin as she fucks you like a toy, addresses you like a doll.
and you let her.
“m’sorry, abby, m’so sorry. i know i’m yours. i’m yours, swear to god i am. m’so sorry,” you moan dumbly as she squeezes your neck.
which you’re sure will have marks to show for it tomorrow.
“i know you are, baby,” abby rasps. her hand moves from her neck to your thigh now, and she digs her fingernails into it as she slams into you. “and you fucking should be.”
and again, abby has you cumming, her name rolling off your tongue like music as, this time, it’s her cock you soak in your release. “there you go, honey. know you like when i fuck this pussy like this. that’s it,” abby whispered.
your brain was way too foggy with the aggression of this session with your girlfriend to get your words out properly.
what was is it that abby had said about making you babble again?
“f- fuck, abby. oh, fuck,” you whined, body tired from receiving your second orgasm that evening. but abby was nowhere near done with you: both of you knew that.
abby didn’t speak as she pulled herself out of you, grabbing you by the hips and flipping your body over, so that you were no longer on your back. she forced you onto all fours, your ass poking up into the air. she yanks your bottoms fully off of you from behind, underwear following, and settles her hands onto your ass.
“abby, come on, please,” you all but cry out. you’re not sure how much you can take, not when it’s so sudden, anyway. abby’s anger is slowly going away, your caring girlfriend coming back little by little. but you weren’t quite there yet.
“you’ve got one more in you, baby, i know you do,” abby says softly, and she circles her thumbs over your ass. the move is almost loving.
“and you’re gonna take it, like the good slut you are. mkay?”
like you said. almost.
you grumble, but you can’t say no. not only did you not want to, but when it came to abby, that was one of the last things on your mind. probably. . .not a good idea. so, “mkay,” is what you say in response.
“good girl. can fuck you better like this, anyway,” abby hums. she begins to take your shirt off, and you lift your arms up to help her remove you tank top. and then, who’s surprised, she unhooks your bra with ease, discarding it on the floor somewhere.
the feeling’s familiar as abby pushes inside of your aching pussy once more. you’re sore and tired, brain fucked out from abby’s belligerence. but you need her, just as much as you need the very oxygen in your lungs.
and she needs you.
as if this isn’t enough, her arms move under yours, and squeeze each of your tits. it quickly reminds you of the way clara spotted you earlier, because that was one of the very things that had caused this in the first place.
but this felt so much better.
your eyes rolled back into your head as abby rubbed hard circles into your nipples, eager and needy to get you off for the third time in a row. she knew it wouldn’t be long now. each time she fucked you like this, round after round, your orgasms came in quick successions.
literally.
abby was pushing into your g-spot once again, and the feeling of it all was almost too much. if she wanted you to babble, then she got it: because there was no other way to describe the words spilling from your lips.
“a- abby, fuck, please don’t stop. you feel s- so good, f- fuck, please.” you weren’t making any sense by now, at least not to yourself. but abby knew what you wanted.
because she knew just how to please you.
“keep moaning, baby. you sound adorable,” abby chuckled as she fucked you, hips pushing deep into a spot you didn’t even know you had. “all cockdrunk off this dick, like the whore you are. my whore.”
she just had to add that. for good measure.
“tell me how much you like it. tell me how much you like it when i pound your pussy like this.”
you were licking your lips in the neediest way as she pressed her thumbs into your tits. you couldn’t help but push yourself back into her, that fucking needy for her. “i- i love it, abby. love it so much, fuck. you fuck me so good.”
abby moved one of her hands back from your tit and onto your ass, and gave you a small spank there. “fuck, yeah, i do. never gonna get it this good from anyone else, are you, baby? not clara, not any other bitch. just me, yeah?”
“mmph, mhm,” you murmured, and, fuck, were you on the brink. of course no one else could fuck you like this. no one could fuck like this period. some days, you wished the world could see just what abby anderson had to offer.
but that would involve a hell of a lot of sharing that you didn’t want to do.
“aw, i’m fucking you dumb, huh, baby? can’t even get a word out. dumb fucking slut,” abby smirked, slapping your ass one more time, then massaging the red mark with her thumb. “who do you belong to, hm?”
abby wasn’t wrong. your brain was fogged up, cloudy as she slammed into you from the back, and you couldn’t even see as your eyes rolled back into your head for the millionth time over. your words came out messy, drunken, incoherent. “i- i b—i’m—yours, i b- belong to—to you.”
you could feel your third orgasm bubbling up inside of you as abby pounded you from the back, and she had both hands on your tits once more, gripping both of them as she thumbed at your nipples. your face was hot, your lewd moans filling the room to the brim, as abby filled you.
“f- fuck, abby, don’t stop,” you whimpered out, and you had never sounded so broken before. “g- gonna cum.”
well, that much was obvious.
abby didn’t hold you back. she encouraged you with each thrust of her hips, every one increasing in speed with each second that passed by. she was a pro at this, and she knew it.
“that’s it, honey. cum on my cock, loud, like you mean it. wanna hear you scream for me,” she said with a small grunt, and she said it like it was a demand.
you obeyed.
you were yelling your girlfriend’s name as white spilled all over the silicone that was her dick, a series of pornographic moans falling from your swollen lips. your expression was just that, too: lewd, broken, because you had never been fucked like that in your life.
for the last time, abby pulled out of you, and unsecured the harness around her torso. once she put it to the side, she couldn’t help but put her fingers to your pussy for the last time, scooping a bit of your white release onto them. you shuddered as she did so, and looked behind you, just to see her suck her fingers off.
you lay limp on the bed as abby got up to grab a small towel. gingerly, she began to wipe your body clean, beginning with your thighs. she kissed up them as she did it, and it was so, so different to the way she had been manhandling you mere seconds beforehand.
that was abby for you.
once you were both clean, abby laid down beside you, and pulled you close to her body. she put her hands on your waist, and pressed a kiss to your forehead as you snuggled into her broad chest. you didn’t even feel awkward about the fact that you were the only one naked.
if abby didn’t care, then neither did you.
“you okay, baby? wasn’t too rough with you, was i?” abby asked, her thumb circling your cheek. you smiled up at her, a rush of butterflies soaring inside your abdomen at the small rasp in the way she cooed.
“no, abs. not at all. i mean, i always knew you got jealous, but—wow,” you couldn’t help your giggle.
abby feigned annoyance by giving you an eye roll, but you could tell that she was just being playful. besides, it’s not like she could deny the fact. so she smirked. “what can i say? you just have that effect on me. besides, you have to admit—clara was way too close for comfort.”
“mmhm,” you hum.
“but maybe that was a good thing.”
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reblogs are very much welcomed <3
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Making Sevika Beg
a/n: this was so fun to write guys. Sub/switch! Sevika finally begging bc hell yeah
told @justhereforsubsevika that I was maybe probably definitely gonna write this… look at me holding myself accountable
Sevika was stubborn. As her girlfriend, you probably knew this best. Whether it be something trivial or a moment like this: A vibrator pressed to her clit, no relent in sight. Despite her previous three denied orgasms, your girl was just too headstrong to beg for anything.
“‘m not gonna—fuck—I’m not gonna beg for shit.” Sevika punctuates gritty. You delight in the drunken slur that dampens the harshness in her bitten out sentence. You’re not surprised that she’d held out so long, but you enjoy how the cracks in her demeanor deepen with each passing second. “Think of how many times I could’ve fucked you already baby.” You purr watching as Sevika shudders at your words, biting down on the inside of her cheek to stop the whines from leaving her. All muscle and sharp tongue, a puddle beneath your touch.
Sevika’s arm flies up to cover her face as you turn the toy up a setting. This had to be the highest level, right? She’s embarrassed of the mewls that are leaving her—devastated, desperate, and filthy. “Oh Vika.” You coo, feeling the pit in your stomach flip at her noises.
You’re moving the vibrator in cruel, teasing circles, and as Sevika’s abs tense, she realizes with sickening resolve that she is close again. Sevika swears loudly as you pull it away again. “It’s not that hard honey.” Your saccharine lilt makes Sevika groan—in annoyance or pleasure she was yet to decide. “Just let me fucking cum.” She grunts, attempting to move your hand back to wear she wants it. Her arm that outstretches usually with confidence is shaky, and you marvel at the effect that you have on her. You wriggle out of her grasp quickly, and Sevika’s gaze turns lethal, leaning back on her elbows to eye you with a look that would scare anyone—unfortunately for her, it wouldn’t work on you.
You giggle merely, shrugging. “Like I said, you don’t have to beg. But I’m not helping you cum.” Sevika grits her teeth, still glaring at you. Her eyebrows furrow however, when you press the vibrator back to her clit, you smirk as her whole body jumps. Sevika whimpers, hips bucking up, the stimulation all too much and all too little.
You hum as Sevika’s hands fist into the sheets, eyes rolling back. “You close Vika?” You murmur smoothly. She nods slow and wordless, afraid of what sounds might come out if she opens her mouth.
You tut carefully, hand caressing her boobs as you begin to pull the vibrator away again.
Sevika finally snaps letting out a guttural sob. “Fine! Fine— please I need it— I need you to—”
She goes dead silent. You’ve turned the vibrations up even higher and Sevika lets out an unrestrained keen as she grabs at your arm shakily trying to keep it there.
“I’m gonna let you cum now honey.” You drawl satisfied. Sevika intakes a swift breath as you press the toy harder down into her.
“Fuck—oh my Fuck—“ Sevika lets out a strangled surprised moan.
Her whole body continues to shudder as she rides out her orgasm. It feels all too good as she pants out your name in insistent, quiet, gasps.
You’re not turning it off. She realizes a beat later when the sensitivity sets in, a nearly unbearable buzz in the back of her mind.
“What are you doing—I just—ah!” Sevika bites her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “I just came.” She finally gets out, looking at you for pity. “I’m not done.” You say simply, making her roll her eyes. It amuses you to see her attitude still shining through. Her attempted glare quickly falls as you run the vibrator slowly up her soaked heat.
“Please don’t— I’m close— please.” Sevika groans out hoarse. You’re sure there is a damp spot in your panties from this. Seeing Sevika this flustered was a rarity. She trembles as you move the toy back to where her clit is pulsing with need. Neither of you expect the wail that leaves her lips as Sevika squirts, eyes rolled so far back you can only see the whites.
“There we go honeyyy.” You smirk down at Sevika when her cheeks flush, legs canting closed. Small hiccuped whimpers fall past her lips no matter how hard she tries to suppress them.
“Oh fuck—no more.” Sevika rasps urgent after a second. You finally nod listening, turning the vibrator off with a click.
Sevika’s lying there, hands pressed to her forehead as her muscles jump every so often. “I can’t believe I let you fucking do that.” She huffs. You chuckle crawling up near her. “Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, huh?” you quip, shrieking as her arms circle you manhandling you to her chest. “I almost feel bad for you.” She tsks, placing a kiss to your jaw. “What for?” You bait knowingly, smiling triumphant, until she flips the two of you, arms on the either side of your head. You gasp. “Well I just know after this you’re gonna wish you were a bit nicer to me.”
You swear harshly as her calloused hands begin to trace down your figure.
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Need sukuna in racer au 😩
REWARDS FROM A RACER
a/n: more of smut than him being a racer …. im not opposed to doing a ‘how they met’ ngl
wc: 2.1k
warnings: ooc sukuna, dom!sukuna, lewd declarations in public, he’s a little mean and calls you ‘whore’, ‘slut’, praise, degradation, pet names, car sex, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), light face-fucking, unprotected sex, riding, p → v penetration, clit stimulation, dash of daddy kink, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut
“doll, c’mon, we don’t have much time till the race starts.”
“i know, ’kuna! give me a minute, ’m just tightening the screws on the crankshaft.” you already hear the joke from miles away, a soft chuckle comes after he mumbles “heh, shaft” and you resist the urge to roll your eyes while stifling a smile. it seems like sukuna had enough of waiting for you in the driver’s seat, so he meets you at the front of the car where the hood is popped.
if anyone told you sukuna was someone who would’ve made time for anyone else but himself, you would laugh in their face because when had ryomen “king of curses” sukuna ever thought about anyone but himself? he had all that he could have: a ’66 Ford GT40 (that he named king of curses — a tad bit goofy, he knows), girls on his arm, first place for every race he took part in. he was untouchable.
but during a night in the midst of a drag race he saw you outside a club, barely catching a glimpse of you shoving off a man who couldn’t take no for an answer. he wasn’t surprised to see kenjaku — another racer from another region and someone who he had an infamous rival with — laugh when he had come to your rescue, cut off when the king of curses landed a clean hit to the other’s face. sukuna made sure you were okay after the whole debacle, but he also fucked you silly to show you how a man should really be treating you.
it was the only race he ever lost.
“sometimes i forget how much shit you put up with when you’re with me,” sukuna grins, a sneaky hand moving from your waist to your ass to squeeze it, “fixing my engine like an obedient little girl.”
you simply turn to him with a bored expression, but you can’t deny the throb between your legs when he talks to you like that, “glad you’re self aware, ’kuna.”
“smart mouth you have there, hm?” sukuna pulls you even closer against his front and you can already feel the half-hard bulge there. he’s always hard before a race, too. that you know, because it’s an emerging characteristic of his that you’re not opposed to because sukuna ends up pounding into you in his driver’s seat once the race is finished. he just can’t help the adrenaline, can’t he?
“guess i’ll just have to ruin you,” sukuna cuts off your next reply with a messy kiss, swallowing the soft moans that leave your mouth at the temporary relief you’re getting from grinding on him, “later.”
you scoff, feigning annoyance, “yeah, yeah, i know. you never miss a race.”
sukuna just smiles, smacking your ass slyly and makes his way to the driver’s seat before you have time to gasp, simply raising an eyebrow (“don’t tell me you didn’t like that?”) when you slap his chest later in the passenger seat.
“oh god, he’s going to do that thing again right?” beside you are the other more prominent racers of tokyo, the famous four excluding sukuna. gojo is the one who asked the question, nudging you with a grin that’s got you groaning into your hands. slowly, you nod.
across from you is sukuna in his Ford GT40, shouting with his windows rolled down, “i’m gonna fuck you so good after i win this race, princess!” and while you’re turned on at the prospect, you’re also wincing at how everyone whoops and cheers because he does this in every race. it never gets old, though, just as the laughter of the other four floods your ears.
“do you really have to scream it every time?” you lean down to the window once the two cars are at the starting line, running a hand through his mildly sweaty locks. his perspiration is a little pink from the dye he’s used to top up the colour of his hair and you jokingly wipe your wet hands on his top.
sukuna grabs your wrist, pulling you gently to give you a noisy, sloppy kiss, his words whispered against your lips, “they have to know how you scream every night.”
you tsk with a laugh, hand reaching down to palm his dick that makes him grunt, “give ’em hell, baby.”
and he definitely makes the other wish he never was born. sukuna likes to play dirty, bumping into the rear of the other when he’s behind, sending a middle finger to the racer when he passes him, it’s part of why your boyfriend tends to prefer solitude because he’s not on everyone’s good side.
with skidding tires, sukuna finishes with a dashing grin, but he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t realise the crowd around him, some reaching forward to congratulate him, others wanting to touch his car. the racer barks out before anyone can violate his ride.
“oi, you fuckin’ idiots dare touch my car and i swear i’ll fuck up yours.”
beside you, geto mutters out a yeesh while gojo just giggles, patting your shoulder before you bid goodbye to the famous four. the crowd makes way for you, naturally, when you walk towards his car, because what kind of mental person willingly dates sukuna? they follow your figure as you make your way to him, swaying your hips for everyone to see, but you hardly care when all you can fixate on is his promise to you before every race starts.
and all he does that night is fulfil his promise, whisking you away from the cramped parking lot and into the late tokyo roads, whizzing past street lamps and cop cars and howling at the top of his voice. he loves it, he loves you and you see it every time he drives you home after a late night race and every time he noisily drives up to you when someone’s bothering you.
sukuna loves your body, too, because all you know later on is his cock in your mouth on a quiet, remote mountain used for drifting. with the winter season approaching, it was desolate, except for the way your head bobs up and down on his length, which hardens even more inside your mouth.
“that’s it, fuckkk yes.” sukuna groans, a hand clutching onto the leather of his seat while the other finds purchase in your hair, pulling on your locks till it hurts. with his hips moving erratically paired with the soreness in your jaw, it’s really the only thing you can concentrate on in an awkward position while hovering over the stick shift. “suck like the dirty cockslut you are.”
“’kuna, mmfhh—!” your hands rush to find his thighs on a particularly deep thrust, tip hitting the back of your throat and you look up at sukuna through teary lashes and breathe through your nose before he lets you off briefly. but your mouth is too warm just like how your pussy feels and sukuna forces your head onto him again.
sukuna groans when he lets you do your own thing, mouth taking half of him while your hands help you with the other, alternating between taking sucking the bottom of his cock and lapping at his tip, continuing to flutter your lashes at him.
“stick out your tongue f’me, doll,” he manages to choke out a moan, grabbing his cock to slap it on your tongue (it’s so heavy that you moan), making lewd sounds before he starts thrusting again, feeling every inch of your mouth with no time to warn you of his impending orgasm until the car is filled with his incessant groans and grunts, hips faltering at how your mouth just keeps sucking. “fuck— i’m cumming.” sukuna spills unexpectedly, shooting his cum deep down your throat and you moan around his shaft. he’s not laughing now, focused solely on getting every last bit of cum into your system as he tilts his head back in utmost pleasure.
“take all of it,” his movements slow down, admiring how you look like you worship him with a lax mouth and pleading eyes, and he knows you do, but before that he’s ensuring you know that his worship of you overtakes yours by miles, pulling you impatiently to his seat before dragging your panties to the side. the other likes it when you wear skirts, easy access he says, licking his lips in anticipation when he sees how the fabric sticks to your cunt from how wet you were, leaving a string of arousal that snaps once it’s far enough.
“well? what’re you waiting for?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, a small chuckle leaving him when you mumble out a i’m getting to it! as you gather the slick leaking from your needy pussy. the feel of his mushroom tip against your clit is gratifying and you line him up before sinking down slowly. even after taking him multiple times, his size always makes your eyes widen and jaw drop at the stretch, incoherent whimpers leaving as he watches you take all nine inches of him.
“s’kuna, f-fuck…” you wrap your arms around his neck, suddenly shy at being so spread open for him to see, “s’big, you’re so big!” he hums, pressing little kisses down the side of your face while kneading your ass, plush thighs nestled around his pelvis so cutely that he appreciates your brief pause before you start riding him — because he can’t resist cumming when he sees you crying on top of him, trying his best to prolong the way you feel around him.
“i know i’m big, but you’re taking me so well, aren’t you, baby?” sukuna coos, holding your eyes that struggle to stay open as you bounce on his thick cock, ass meeting his hips in noisy pap’s as you flood his car with whining pleas of him filling you to the brim. there’s a white ring of pre-cum at the base of his shaft where your juices mix, dripping down the hilt and onto his balls, definitely soaking his leather seats. “just a whore for me to fuck stupid, yea?”
you nod frantically, babbling to no one as you throw your head back, pussy clenching when his lips meet your tits and he sucks hard on your nipples, flicking his tongue around your buds before moving to the other. “got so t-tight from me doing that,” sukuna laughs, wrapping a hand ’round your chin to force you to look at him. lips pursed, eyes blown wide from his cock in your cunt, hair sticking to your forehead, he swear he could cum deep in you right there and then.
“you love how i stretch you out?” he then yanks your head down to make you watch how your pelvis meets his, juices spurting in all directions by how wet you were. it truly was a sight, how his cock disappears into you and reappears, thighs burning from how fast you were bouncing on him.
“love it s’much, daddy,” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you grab his free hand, bringing it to your neglected clit that’s been throbbing all night, “but i n-need you here, s’kuna…” and when he starts to rub circles into your puffy clit, you jolt at the feeling, screaming out obscenities at the sensations that overwhelm your body. he knows you’re getting tired and close, too.
so he shocks you by thrusting up, your body immediately halting to receive the way he rails into you and while your muscles are still cramping, it’s infinitely better than riding him. with his thrusts and his hand on your clit, you can already feel the coil in your stomach turning as your body slumps against him, “daddy!”’s spilling from your lips with mixed wanton moans. “that’s it, a good little slut who’s taking daddy’s cock, fuck—”
“so warm, and tight,” within seconds, his thrusts are irregular when you start to clench around him again, high-pitched whines filling his ears before you reach your high with a slack jaw and trembling thighs, body lined with sweat. but it’s the way your cum leaks down his length that gets sukuna releasing after you, the familiar pleas of wanting his cum deep in your cunt. he does just that, grunting into your neck when his hips thrust deeply before he releases his hot, thick semen into your pussy, gushing out because there’s just so much.
“love it when i breed my girl,” he mutters with a laugh breathlessly while you’re moaning softly at how he’s still spilling into you, overflowing cum leaking from your cunt even when he’s still inside. sukuna grins when your hips never really stop, still continuing to grind aimlessly.
“love my sweet girl who can’t think of anything but getting fucked stupid.”
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I HATE (LOVE) YOU.
part one | part two | part four
pairing. situationship!nishimura riki x fem!reader
summary. nishimura riki despised love, so why the hell was his heart beating so fast around you?
If anyone were to ask Nishimura Riki what he thought of love, he’d say it was pointless and quite frankly — a joke.
Nishimura Riki did not believe in love. He didn’t believe in going on multiple silly little dates just to maybe, maybe ask out the person for them to maybe say yes.
He hated the concept of dating. He hated the concept of love.
“What’re you thinking about?” Sim Jaeyun, one of Riki’s closest and really only friend, swung his arms over the much taller boy. “How to take over the world and rule with an iron fist?”
Riki scoffs at that, flicking Jaeyun in the head. “No. But if I were to take over the world, I’d kill you first.”
Jaeyun pretends he’s offended by bringing a hand over his chest, leaning forward to make it more believable that Riki’s words truly hurt his heart.
“How could you say that? I’m your only friend!”
You watch from the distance, watching Riki’s eyes crinkle from both annoyance and amusement, watching as his hands come to each side of Jaeyun’s body, tickling the older boy with no mercy.
It’s in moments like this that you realize Nishimura Riki is just a teenage boy, and that maybe a teenage boy wasn’t the love of your life after all.
“What are you thinking about?” It was Asakura Jo’s voice that snapped you out of your thought. “Math equations, I hope. Your SATs are soon.”
“Shut up.” You shriek, swatting Jo’s face away from yours.
“I’ll never see what you see in him,” he snickers. “But young love, right?”
“Jo, you are one year older than us. One.” You roll your eyes.
“That’s one more year of love experience than you have.” Jo shrugs his shoulders. “Whatever though, your boyfriend looks mad, I’m gonna go.”
Before you can deny that Riki was your boyfriend, Jo’s already leaving, engaged in a new conversation with Kyomi.
“What was that?” A glaring Nishimura Riki already makes you feel annoyed. He could be an asshole when he was in a mood.
“I was talking to Jo. You know, my SAT tutor.”
“Yeah yeah,” Riki waves your words off. “I still don’t know why your mom hired him. I’m so much better.”
“Riki, I love you but you’re terrible at math and English.” You say.
“Oh, you love me?” He teases you by softly nudging you with his side. “L/N Y/N loves me.”
“Yah Nishimura, I will kill you.”
He scoffs, pretending to surrender. “I’m sorry, forgive me your highness.”
You roll your eyes at his sarcasm, linking your arms with his as you two make way to the vending machines.
“You gotta stop doing that.” Riki says, although his tone doesn’t sound like he’s serious at all. “People might think we’re dating if you link arms with me.”
“Oh really?” You put in a few coins, pressing number 36, which was a snickers ice cream bar. “Yah Riki! Give that back!”
It’s too late though — Riki’s already taken a bite out of your ice cream, almost choking on it when you smack his shoulder.
“Okay sorry!” He laughs, a noise that you’ve grown to love despite your love and hate relationship towards the Japanese boy. “Here, I only took a small bite.”
Your eyes widen when he shoves the bar towards your mouth, waiting for you to open so he could feed you.
“This is gross.” Jaeyun, Kiyomi, and Jo all watch from a distance, shaking their heads at one another. “Not a couple my ass.”
As soon as Riki and you are done with school for the day, his instincts instantly go for your school bag, swinging it over his shoulder despite how heavy it was.
“Yah,” he says, fingers coming down to mess with your ponytail. “This bag is so heavy, no wonder you’re so short.”
Your cheeks puff out and you make a halt, which almost has Nishimura Riki tumbling over you since he hovered above you.
“You’re crazy!” You say, pushing him backwards. “I don’t know how your sisters deal with you everyday.”
“They love me.” He defends himself.
He drops you off at your house, bidding a quick goodbye to your grandmother before dashing back to his house.
“Geez, did you run a marathon or something?” Riki’s older sister says, giving a look of disgust towards her brother.
“No.” He places one of his hands against his chest, eyes widening when he realizes how much his heart is beating. “I don’t like it.”
“You don’t like what?” His sister is super annoyed now, feet tapping against the floor tiles.
“This feeling.” Riki’s mouth goes dry, and his first thought is that he needs water. He really really needs water.
His long legs march themselves to the kitchen, flimsy arms clumsily reaching for a cup.
“Seriously, you’re acting weirder than usual.” His sister says from the living room.
“Mind your own business!”
Nishimura Riki was screwed. He was sure of it. Although he swore that he’d never get serious with you, he feels the butterflies in his stomach and his heart beating irregularly. He’s so screwed.
He thought that pushing you away the week before would be a good idea. When you had asked the stupid question of were you and Riki soulmates in another universe, he felt speechless.
He didn’t believe in soulmates, much less another universe.
No. He had replied with. We aren’t even soulmates in this one.
He knew he was an asshole, and it was an asshole move on his part. But he couldn’t help it, there was no way Nishimura Riki would let love tie him down. There was no way. He simply refused.
“I hate her.” Riki grumbles the next morning as he’s eating breakfast with Jaeyun.
“You hate Y/N?” Jaeyun tries to stop himself from laughing — because it’s ridiculous, really. He knew his best friend by heart, if anything, Riki was inlove with you.
“I hate Y/N, I hate the way she laughs, I hate the way I can easily tower over her, I hated her stupid haircut from last month. I hate her.”
Jaeyun thinks it’s pathetic that Riki is trying so hard to convince himself it’s not love he’s feeling, but hate. Clearly the Japanese boy had issues.
“I heard Jo’s gonna ask her out.” Jaeyun’s mouth moves quicker than he can stop it.
“What?”
Before Jaeyun could say anything else, Riki’s already leaving in a panic, his priority was finding you.
“Hey!” He yells as he spots your figure heading into the school. He grabs you by your arms effortlessly, your surprised yelp only adding to the list of what Riki claims he “hates”.
“Is it true?”
“What is?” You say exasperated, arms crossed over your chest. “Why do you always ask me the broadest questions Nishimura?”
“Is Jo gonna ask you out?”
You automatically choke on your spit, not expecting such a ridiculous question. “What?!”
You let out a giggle, which doesn’t help Riki who’s already flushing with red.
“No! What the hell!” You say, looking directly into the boy’s eyes. “He’s my tutor for God sakes! I’ve told you like a billion times.”
“Oh.” Riki bites the inside of his cheek, now aware that Jaeyun had lied straight from his mouth.
“Why?” You get closer to Riki, your head almost bumping into his chest. “It wouldn’t be a problem if he asked me, would it?”
“It would!” Riki clasps his hands over his mouth, already realizing he’s said too much.
You smirk at his unsuccessful attempt to try and conceal his emotions because despite the nonchalant persona Nishimura Riki so desperately tries to keep up, you can see right through it.
“Oh would it?” You tease. “Why?”
“Because..” Riki pauses, biting his lip as he tries to think of what to say. “Because I don’t want you to go out with him.”
“I think Jo and I make a great couple, don’t you?”
Riki rolls his eyes, both hands coming down to grip your shoulders. “No.”
“Why not?”
You keep pushing the boy because you know sooner or later he’ll break. He wasn’t very good at containing his obvious jealously.
“Because you’ll look better with me!”
Ah, there it was. Nishimura Riki has finally broke.
“Hmm,” you say, lips curving into a teasing smile as you watch Riki’s face turn bright red in embarrassment. “Don’t worry Nishimura, it’s you I like, not him.”
Riki doesn’t let you say anything else before he connects his lips with yours. He ignores the blaring alarms in his head telling him that it was stupid to fall inlove, because he had already fallen too deeply with you.
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follow me |carmen berzatto x reader|
prompt: the bear needs a social media rebrand. sydney hired you, and carmen gets more than just followers after meeting you.
an: bad descript i'm sorry lol. basically you're a social media manager and carmen likes you lol or how you and carmen meet <3 also thinking this will be a part 1???? lmk if you want a part 2!!!
contains: reader is a social media manager. language. carmen denying himself happiness ofc. mentions of mikey. fluff, fluff, fluff!!!
“What the hell is this?” Sydney’s voice raised, brow raised even higher to heighten her suspicions. Maybe her disgust.
After Carmen looked at the snarl on her face, he decided it was definitely disgust.
“What?” Carmen shrugged, looking at the screen in front of him. “It’s the, uh, The Beef’s old Instagram.”
“Right.” Sydney said slowly, blinking at Carmen obviously. “The Beef, and we are not that anymore. We are The Bear.” She scrolled for a moment. “They also haven’t posted since twenty-twenty, which is-”
“-Well, Mikey ran it, alright?” Carmen huffed, glaring at Sydney with annoyance. “I just found the fuckin’ password on a fucking gum wrapper in a folder labeled ‘important shit’ so I don’t know what to tell you.”
Sydney nodded slowly, looking back at the phone, before sighing deeply. “I know what you should do.” She said, typing on her phone. Carmen grunted, still looking at the piles of order forms for produce in front of him. “You need a social media manager, because Carm, this? It's not gonna work.”
“Social media what?” Carmen’s brows creased, shaking his head. “I don’t- no, I don’t need to do that. I’ll just, I’ll get Gary or fuckin’ Sweeps or Fak to run-”
“No, no, Carmen, seriously? Look at this. There’s- oh my God- there’s a thing here that says bring your own plate and you’ll get a free drink, Carmen… What the fuck?” Sydney sighed, shaking her head at him.
Carmen nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I-I’m thinking that was a, uh, a Mikey special.” He muttered, pinching his eyes shut. “I can’t afford to hire someone on the payroll for that long, ok? Not when I could hire another hostess or-or a runner.”
“They only come in to revamp and get it started. Just a little kick start for now. To get us started.” Sydney explained, clicking on her screen. “Look, I have a mutual friend with this girl who’s really fuckin’ good, ok? She did Lobo’s that pizza place? Got them from two hundred to eighteen thousand followers in like two or three months.”
Carmen’s eyes flashed, looking at Sydney with a raised brow. “Seriously? Fuck…” Carmen looked at the screen, the crisp photos, videos, fun and trendy- vibrant and alluring. He hated to admit it, but it was good.
“Look, Carm, it’s free advertising, ok? You catch the influencers if it goes viral. Could really put this place out there.” Sydney countered. “It’d be a lot cheaper than paying for some shitty advertisement on the news that no one watches anyways. Could bring in a lot of business and attention.”
Carmen’s fingers drummed against the counter, sighing sharply. “Fine, whatever, see if you can get her in and just… Just tell me how much I need to put aside, alright? I’ll push the new glasses until then.”
Sydney smiled triumphantly, nodding at Carmen. “Yes, Chef.” She saluted, walking out of the office.
Three days later, you were standing outside of The Bear, newly opened, freshly renovated, and steady but not booming. “Uh, excuse me?” You waved through the window at the man in the beanie, looking at you carefully.
“Hey, we’re closed until dinner, alright? But you can-”
“Oh, no. I, uh, I’m not here for eating.” You cringed, shaking your head. “I’m looking for Sydney? Or Carmen? I’m the new social media person?”
“Social media?” The man repeated, pushing the door open further. “Oh, shit! You’re the girl who does the, uh, Lobo and Avec!”
“Yeah, I am.” You blushed, walking into the restaurant.
“I love watching those reels of the asmr cutting the bread. Ugh, I watch it every night before going to bed.” The guy laughed, locking the door behind you. “Oh, I’m Marcus by the way.”
You took his extended hand, introducing yourself, while you took in the fixtures on the wall, the art, the overall ambiance. “I am going to get Carmen, but you can stay right here if you want.” Marcus grinned, pushing the sliding doors open.
You set your things down, pulling out your notebook, and looking around the restaurant. You knew that this was once The Beef, Sydney had sent you a few things about Carmen’s credentials and you looked up the rest. Impressed was an understatement, a guy your age that had ran the best restaurant in the world? Quite possibly was the best chef in the world or at least Chicago and needed your help? You were nervous, to say the least.
Marcus called your name, making you jump slightly as you turned around. “Uh, so this is Carmen. He’s the owner, the head chef.”
“Hi,” You were met with piercing blue eyes, hidden under a stray blonde lock of hair. Carmen’s hand reached for yours. “Nice to meet you. Sydney, uh, she couldn’t stop tellin’ me about your work. Thank you for helpin’ us out.”
“No, no, thank you.” You reached for his hand, strong, a little rough, trying not to stare at his inked fingers. “It’s a pleasure to work with you. She told me a little about you, about the restaurant. It’s very impressive. Surprised you needed me.” You grinned.
Carmen bit back a smile, looking down to hide his blush. Fuck, Sydney said you were good at your job, she failed to mention that you were so fuckin’ pretty too. Carmen could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, taking flight like he was a middle schooler again with a school yard crush.
“So, if you have time, I want to go over some goals with you?” You say, gripping your notebook tightly.
“Goals. Right, uh,” Carmen looked through the back doors. “Sydney is on her break, and-and my sister, Sugar- well, her name is Natalie, she’s like our manager. Richie too, uh, shit- I’m sorry that’s a lot of people, I know.” Carmen shook his head, an anxious laugh pealing out from his lips. “Those are the people you need to talk to, basically. I can grab them, just-”
“-But you’re the owner, right?” You asked, lifting a brow gently.
“No, I mean, yeah, I am.” Carmen stuttered.
“Then I need to talk to you, too.” You gave him a small smile. “I mean, you know this place better than anyone, right? All the ins and outs? And from what Sydney told me, you redid this entire place. Right?”
“Yeah, I did.” Carmen nodded. Fuck, he kept staring at your lips, he didn’t mean to, he was just… he was distracted.
“So, we can all meet if you want, or I can do it one at a time.” You pulled your pen out of your notebook, looking at him with a gentle smile. It had Carmen’s heart racing. “I just have a few questions about the vision.”
“The vision?” Carmen repeated, swallowing around the growing lump in his throat.
“Yeah, the vision.” You smiled. “Just… tell me about this place. Tell me about you.” You slid into the chair across from him.
Carmen wiped his hands on his pants, turning to look at the doors, hoping someone would come to his rescue. He wasn’t good at talking, especially not to pretty girls, especially about himself. Still, he couldn’t leave you sitting there. He’d hired you after all, and you were here to help him. So he sat down across from you, hoping you didn’t see the way his knee bounced under the table, hoping you couldn’t hear how his heart pounded.
“So, Carmen Berzatto,” You grinned, every syllable of his name rolling off your tongue so sweetly, Carmen was sure he was going to faint. “Tell me about The Bear. Why did you start it?”
“Well, it was The Beef before. And-And my parents owned it, then my brother Mikey did…” Carmen started, watching the way you scribbled, eyes flickering to him with a small smile.
“Hello!” You called, pushing through the back door. They’d given you the code a week ago, so you didn’t have to wait or pound on the front door until someone took mercy and let you in. “It’s content day!” You sang, cheery and bright.
Carmen could hear the pretty trill of your voice, trickling down the hall and into the kitchen. Tina smirked, watching the way he stopped, turning to look at you, blush rising under his white shirt. “Hey, Jeff,” Tina smirked, his head snapping to her. “Your girl’s here.”
The staff had been teasing Carmen relentlessly about how smitten he was with you. Something he’d been so reluctant to do, he now looked forward to. Carmen swore it was because of your work. You had taken them from the measly six hundred followers they’d had since they started the account in twenty-eleven to six thousand, strategic posts and tags and tagging a few buzz accounts that were Chicago foodies. Business had gone up, reservations filling slowly. Followers poured in from TikTok, from the reels, from the posts. One tag from a micro Chicago influencer had brought in a good chunk and was still, all because of a photo with the pretty light features and the dessert.
“Where’s the Bear?” You grinned, passing Sydney, camera in hand, bag slung over your shoulder. You pushed open Carmen’s office, dropping your bag in there. He’d told you that you could keep your things in there, since you didn’t have a locker, of course- and not at all because that meant he’d see you before you left.
“He’s in here, baby!” Tina called, smirking at Carmen.
“C’mon,” Carmen shook his head, a deep breath to keep him from looking so flushed. It worked for a moment, of course, until you rounded the corner. All bright smiles and fuck, you smelled so good. Camren wanted to drown himself in your perfume. “Good morning, Bear.” You beamed.
Carmen grinned, cheeks heating with every step you took forward. “Mornin’.” He muttered, looking at the clock.
“It’s content day.” You grinned, shaking your camera lightly. “Tell me you got something good for me, Chef. What's the special this week?”
“A lamb tenderloin with a gorgonzola sauce served over pasta- house made, of course.” Carmen answered.
“Of course.” You repeated with a tiny grin. You turned on your camera, taking a test shot, before you looked at Carmen carefully. “Ready whenever you are, Chef.”
Carmen bit back his own grin, clearing his throat lightly. “How do I start it? The same as last time?”
“Yep.” You nodded, pressing the camera to your eyes. “Tell me your name, name of the restaurant, and then just this week's special.”
“On your mark.” Carmen nodded, picking up his clean utensil.
“On yours.” You laughed. “I’m already recording.”
Carmen spoke to the camera easily, trying to stay trained on the lens and not at you. How you’d grin and nod encouragingly at him, zooming in closer as he chopped, seasoned, pulled the already prepared and finished product out of the oven.
Richie crossed his arms, leaning against the wall next to Sugar, lips pursed knowingly. “I know you’re thinkin’ the same shit as me.”
Sugar hummed. “That Carmen’s into her?”
“Way fuckin’ into her.” Richie grinned, watching as Carmen blushed, grinning back at you, genuine and a little shy at your compliment.
“Fifty bucks says he doesn’t make a move.” Sugar looked at Richie.
Richie snorted, scoffing with a shake of his head. “Alright. I’ll take your bet. I say he does.”
“Get ready to be out of fifty dollars, Cousin.” Sugar said smugly. “This is Carmy we’re talking about. Not Mikey. Carmen’s not gonna make a move on her.”
“Eh, not so quick, my dear, Natalie. Carmen’s changed a little since this place.” Since the horrendous freezer incident with Claire. “He really likes her too, look at ‘em.” Richie nodded, watching as Carmen held the spoon out for you, blushing when your hand touched his to take it, groaning before smothering him in compliments. Tina looked at Richie, amused and grinning from across the room.
“Carmen will seal the deal. It’ll be last fuckin’ minute and it will be a mess, because it’s fuckin’ Carmen, but… I believe in him.” Richie nodded.
Natalie snorted. “I genuinely hope you’re right, Cousin.” She looked at Carmen with a small smile, watching the way he looked at you, eyes cutting like he was being so cool about keeping his feelings underwraps. “I really do.”
That night, Carmen lied in bed, scrolling through his footage from the day, seeing the video pop up from @/thebearchicago. Set to classical music, snobby and dramatic, the cuts, Carmen’s voice laid over describing the meal for the week, and a particularly good close up of his hands cutting the onions fiercely. Carmen was shocked to see the number of likes… the number of comments flooding in.
“the cameraman knew exactly what they were doing lmao”
“New necklace available!!!”
“I will give you my vital organs and let you chop them up like that if you let me watch chef please”
“What the fuck?” Carmen snorted lightly, shaking his head, scrolling through the comments. He clicked to the main page of the restaurant, seeing you were just a few away from ten thousand followers. Fuck… Sydney was fucking right. You were good.
Carmen’s face fell, mind racing and screaming with the reminder that you were only there for a few more days. He’d only hired your for two months- two glorious fucking months. You seemed… permanent now. Like he couldn’t imagine you not coming in on Tuesdays and Thursdays and after three on Fridays. You were a staple there. The staff loved you, you were good, and-
And Carmen really liked you. Liked having you around. Looked forward to talking to you. To get the chance to lean over your shoulder as an excuse to touch you when you showed him a preview of a post. Or when you’d send him cute text messages, a funny comment attached, your text reading: “you’re a hit, bear! they love you!”
It was like you could read his mind, your contact flashing across the screen at him.
To: Carmen
‘told you this would be a good one! the fans love you berzatto!!!’
Carmen grinned, the faint twinge of a blush on his face. He could feel his heart racing, fingers dancing over the keyboard, and worst of all- he could hear Mikey’s fucking voice in the back of his head. A nagging tone repeating over and over and over, “Let it rip, Bear! Don’t be such a pussy! Ask her out!”
Carmen looked at his screen, fingers typing out the message, a short, less than smooth invite to make you a special thank you dinner and his place- a date. He hoped you picked up on it. Heat hammering in his chest, he could feel his chest tighten, ribs knitting together uncomfortably, stomach twisting in the worst way.
So, Carmen did what he always did.
From: Carmen
‘Never doubted you. Thank you. The video was great.’
He watched as the blue sent, the delivered turning into seen, and followed by your thumbs up over the text. Carmen put his phone on the table, lying back on his pillow, but he couldn’t sleep. His stomach still turned, unsettled with regret.
“Oh! Marcus stop!” You gasped, Carmen’s head turning at the sound of your voice. “You didn’t need to do all of this!”
“Yeah, I did.” Marcus beamed. Carmen turned the corner, seeing a beautifully piped cake there, candles and icing cursive that read “thank you!” in the middle of the buttercream. “You’re cool and you got us on the map, girl. Plus, we’re gonna miss you.”
“Yeah,” Sydney nodded, holding a small balloon that said that exact phrase on it. “We will miss you.”
“I’ll miss you guys.” You grinned, hugging them both tightly. “This has been my favorite job so far. You guys have been so nice. Way nicer than a lot of these assholes around here.” You grinned.
Richie stood on the wall, foot tapping, eyes darting back from you to Carmen. He could see his cousin’s stuttering movements, hesitant and careful, before retreating back into himself. C’mon, Carm, fuckin’ do it, Richie thought, shaking his head. Carmen wouldn’t though, wouldn’t let himself be happy. Richie took a deep breath, head shaking with annoyance.
“Goddammit, Berzatto,” Richie muttered, pushing off the wall. “You know, sweetheart, it’s been so great having you. Seriously, you blew us all away.” Richie said, walking towards you.
You smiled. “Thanks, Richie. I really appreciate it.”
“And you know what, we want to really show how much we appreciate you.” Richie’s eyes cut to Natalie, a silent plea to help him out. “I had a cancellation for this evening, and I would love for you to come instead. Let us really cook for you, give you the whole experience. No bill, of course. All on the house, for you, my dear.”
“Oh, I-I couldn’t let you guys do that.” You shook your head politely, eyes cutting to Carmen’s.
“No-No, please.” Carmen nodded, finally speaking. Richie sighed silently in relief. “It would be great actually. Please?”
You felt your heart melt, nodding softly. Before you could even reply, Richie was stepping up again. “And you know what? You gotta do one last post for us, right? The big chef spotlight one. The, uh, c’mon, Sydney what am I lookin’ for here?”
“Oh, the one about the staff spotlights?” Sydney asked.
“That’s the one. See, that’s it. And you’ve done everyone except the big boss.” Richie pointed at Carmen, ignoring the way the younger man’s face fell.
“I didn’t get one-” Fak started, Richie shoving him out of the way.
“You gotta end with Carmy, and it's funny because it’s gonna be real slow tonight anyways. Wednesday, ya know? And I think what better way to experience the night, really craft that staff spotlight thing, than with Carmen. The two of you, have dinner and get to talk.” Richie knew it was rocky, not at all smooth, but it was the best he could do.
“What? Cousin, what are you-”
“-No, you’re right, Richie.” Sugar added, stepping towards Carmen, and cutting him off. “And Carm, you were saying you wanted to see everything in action for yourself. You do the customer experience so you make sure everything’s good, and we’ll serve you both dinner. All the stops.”
“How’s that sound?” Richie clapped his hands together, nodding at Tina, who grinned.
“Jeff, it would be really nice to make sure we can work without your instructions. A good night for it too.” Tina added.
“Yeah, and Sydney’s got it.” Richie nudged the girl beside him.
“Totally, Carm- uh, Chef. I’ve got it.” Sydney nodded, catching on to Richie’s glare at her.
Carmen felt like he could melt into the floor, face red and palms sweaty. His ears were ringing, tongue swelled thick in his mouth. You looked over at him with a small smile. “I mean, that does sound really nice. If-If it’s ok with you guys, you don’t have to-”
“-Oh no,” Richie shook his head, walking over to Carmen to clap him on the shoulders. “We insist, don’t we, cousin?” Richie laughed, leaning down to Carmen. “Don’t fuckin’ stand there like a jagoff, say somethin’.” He whispered.
“Yeah.” Carmen said, swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat. “It’s, uh, yeah. That-That sounds great.”
“Wonderful.” Richie beamed. “Six o’clock sounds good for you kids? Give you enough time to get it together.” Richie looked from you to Carmen. “Maybe for some of us to take a shower.”
Carmen could feel the heat rise from his neck to his cheeks, covering him in a furious blush. You giggled. “Definitely gives me time to get a blow out.” You laugh. “See you at six then?”
“It’s a date.” Natalie added, practically bouncing on her toes behind Carmen.
Carmen glared at her, before turning back to you. “Yeah, I-I’ll see you then.”
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Conversations On Top of an Elevator
Pairing - Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!Reader
Summary - Well, your brother has gotten you and Steve into another mess, this time on top of a Russian elevator. While Steve stresses out, you reassure him that you've gotten out of this shit before, you can do it again.
Word Count - 1.4k
Warnings - Language
If someone had asked you how you thought you would be spending your extra long holiday weekend, being stuck inside of a Russian elevator was not an option you would have come up with. Yet here you were.
Letting out a sigh, you glanced around the elevator again, as if some way to exit would magically appear before you. Erica was slumped over in one corner using her backpack as a pillow while Dustin was snoring against your shoulder and Robin was pacing around the room, moving things around and trying to find another exit. From above you could hear the sound of Steve also walking around, also trying to come up with a plan, but every few steps a curse word would join the noise.
“You should go check on him.” Robin spoke up when she noticed where you were looking.
You bit your lip as another loud cry of “Fuck!” sounded from above. “You’re probably right.” Carefully, trying not to wake your brother, you eased him off of you and to the makeshift steps you guys had made to reach the opening at the top of the elevator.
Peeking through, you watched for a moment as Steve walked around, muttering under his breath, looking panicked and irritated until you cleared your throat to get his attention. “You doing all right up here?”
“Oh, yeah, just fucking dandy.” He said, kicking the wall half heartedly.
You raised your eyebrows at the sassy tone directed at you. “Oh you sound it. I can hear you dancing around up here. Sounds like you’re having the time of your life.”
But Steve was clearly not in a teasing mood. He turned to you, frustration clear in the set of his jaw. “Really Henderson? You think it’s the right time for your sarcasm?”
Ouch. He hadn’t directed that sort of annoyance at you in months now, and you had to admit it hurt a little bit. You held your hands up in surrender. “Sorry. Heaven forbid I try to check on you Harrington. I won’t bother next time.” You started to back down into the elevator, but before you could, you felt his hand on your arm.
“Shit, wait, I’m sorry. I’m being a dick.” He admitted, running a hand through his hair.
Rolling your eyes, you responded. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
He didn’t hesitate. “That I’d feel a lot better if you were up here with me.”
That made you pause. The words were spoken so sincerely and honestly that you couldn’t help a small smile forming on your face. You hoisted yourself up the rest of the way on top of the elevator and sat down, glancing up above you until the walls of the elevator faded to black. “That’s really fucking high.” You said.
He plopped down beside you, his thigh pressed against yours even though there was plenty of space. “A lot higher than that rope in gym class.”
“I hated that damn thing.” You admitted. “And I don’t think even you have enough body strength to get us all the way up there.”
Steve didn’t deny it, instead he leaned over covering his face with his hands. “I don’t have a fucking clue what to do.”
You didn’t like to see him like this, but you understood why he was. “Hey,” You placed your hand on his back, rubbing it. “We’ll figure it out. One way or another this elevator is going to end up either opening down here, or opening up there. I think we just need to be ready for it when it does.”
He lifted his head and stared at you, his expression unreadable. “How are you so calm about all of this?”
You hadn’t realized you were feeling calm until this moment, but you knew the reason. You shrugged, sending him a small smile. “When we got stuck in shit like this, we found a way out last time right? I guess I just have faith we’ll do it again.”
“But what makes you so sure?” Steve asked, his eyes not leaving yours for a second.
“Because I trust you.” You said, the words flying out of your mouth before you even really had the chance to consider them, but you wouldn’t take them back anyway. “Plus Dustin and Erica are pretty smart. I’m sure they can help us come up with a plan once those doors open. Not to mention Robin who is also smart as -”
Warmth exploded through your side as you felt Steve’s arm slip through yours so that he could grab your hand. “You trust me, huh?”
You tried not to show how flustered that made you, but you could still feel the heat gathering on your cheeks. “Well, you have saved my life so . . .”
“I’ve done that like once -”
“Once is all it takes.” You said, bumping his shoulder playfully. “Do you trust me?” You asked, your tone was curious, teasing, but you found you actually wanted to know the answer.
While your tone had been teasing, his was serious with the tiniest hint of disbelief, almost as if he couldn’t believe that you had to ask. “Of course I do. I don’t tell just anyone my hair care secrets.”
You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, which made him smile at you. “Did it.” You said, once your laugh had died down.
His brow furrowed as he looked at you, but the slight smile didn’t leave his face. “Did what?”
“Made you smile.” You admitted, heat rushing to your face once more as Steve, instead of gripping your hand like he had been, entwined your fingers together. “I - You - you really needed to chill out, Harrington. I can’t have you and everyone else panicking on me at the same time.” Once again, you tried to hide how much this gentle touch was affecting you, but you knew from the grin on Steve’s face that he saw right through you.
“That was all it was, huh? You wanted to make me smile so I’d calm down?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
“What else would it be?” You countered as your heart sped up to an almost unbelievable rate. God, you were practically begging him to say something with your eyes. Give some sort of indication that you hadn’t imagined everything that had happened this summer. That even if you had never in your life imagined being in love with Steve Harrington, he was feeling the same about you.
The two of you kept looking at each other, waiting for the other one to say something. You could feel the tension building and your grip on Steve’s hand got tighter as he finally said your name in the softest tone and began to lean forward -
“Ow, shit!”
You both jumped apart in time to see a yellow “Camp Know Where” hat disappearing back into the elevator.
“They were having a moment, dipshit!” You heard Robin hiss.
You let out a sigh, realizing that the moment was over as Steve settled beside you once more, his back against the wall. However, he didn’t let go of your hand, and after a moment’s hesitation, you found yourself leaning towards him until your head rested on his shoulders. “Hey, Steve?” You said after a couple of seconds of silence.
“Yeah?” He said, his voice soft even in the silence of the elevator shaft.
“If I had to get stuck in a Russian Elevator, I’m glad it’s with you.” You admitted.
His head settled against the top of yours, and you smiled at the gesture. “And your little brother, Lucas’s little sister and Robin?” Steve teased.
You let out a little chuckle and eased yourself even closer to him. “Yeah, but mostly you.”
“I’m glad you’re here too. It’ll keep me from murdering your little brother after he dragged me into this shit again.” He admitted.
At his words, you remembered the conversation you had overheard when you were coming to pick Dustin up from the mall, and couldn’t help but tense up slightly. “Oh really? I thought you wanted to be dragged into it so you could impress girls and be an ‘American Hero’.”
Steve’s thumb brushed the side of your hand, the gentle caress sending your heart into palpitations as he responded. “Yeah, well . . . There’s really only one girl I’m trying to impress.”
You sat up at that, wanting to see his face. The look in his eyes told you exactly who he was trying to impress. “Maybe you don’t have to impress her.” You said, your voice as soft as his touch. “Maybe she’s been impressed by you for a long time now.”
That smile you loved appeared on his face again. “You think?”
You found yourself mirroring his smile. “I’ve got a hunch.”
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington imagine#stranger things imagine
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Found you ( Law x reader / Soulmate AU)
A/N: Hello and welcome to my first Soulmate AU. Where your dreams are full of memories of your soulmate.
The view before you was beautiful. The lighthouse near your little cabin looked beautiful while the sun was about to go down. You took a few steps, looking at your shoes. The hem of your dress was floating while the light breeze calmed your heart down. Before you could explore more, everything turned black while a knock was heard. “Captain, are you there?” It was clearly Bepo’s voice Law heard. Law opened his eyes, groaning in annoyance as he opened the door with a frown. “What is it, Bepo?” He didn’t mean to sound annoyed but he was. Once more Law dreamed of you, his soulmate. He always told himself that it doesn’t matter who it is, he doesn’t care at all. But the more memories he saw, the more he fell in love with you. Knowing what you like and dislike. He was a pirate and finding you was never an option. Law sighed deeply. Bepo felt bad for interrupting his captain's rest. “I just wanna inform you that we don’t need to dock on the next island. Our storage room is pretty full right now.” Law nodded, forcing a rare smile on his face. “Thank you, Bepo.” Law moved past Bepo as the mink spoke once more. “Did you dream of Y/N once more?” He asked and Law froze in place. He told Bepo, Shachi and Penguin about you. About your memories he received while he falls asleep. And even so his friends encouraged him to look out for you or your island, Law denied it. Lying to them by telling them he had no idea on which island you were. Well this wasn’t technically a lie. He didn’t know the name of the island nor where it was. He just knew what it looked like.
Law nodded while turning his head towards Bepo. “Yeah but it doesn’t matter.”
Law was heading towards the deck as he heard Penguin’s voice. “This lighthouse looks pretty old.” The captain stood still, turning his head towards his crewmates. “Yeah, this little cabin as well.” Shachi said and Penguin hummed. “I guess you’re right but the paint of the roof must be pretty new. This red reminds me of a shining ruby.” Without hesitation Law took a few steps back, storming into the room, startling Penguin and Shachi with a loud “eep”.
“Did you say, there’s a cabin with a red roof near a giant lighthouse?” They quietly nodded and Law ran outside, out on the deck, viewing the scenario before him. His eyes widened in surprise. “This is….” He gritted his teeth. A few of his crew members joined him. They were giving him space and were still confused about this sudden reaction of their captain. “C-Captain…?” Bepo asked shyly and shrieked as Law climbed on the railing. “Captain?!” Penguin, Shachi and Clione shouted. “Dock on this island as fast as possible.” He was near enough to use his devil fruit power and before anyone could realize what was happening, Law already shambled himself on the outer space of this island before their eyes.
It was rare for him to lose his temper like this. But he couldn’t help himself. As he was running he knew that he had to jump over this fallen tree to avoid the pond behind it. He knew the shortcut all too well. He could smell the sweet scent of the flowers. Feeling the chilly air. As he exited the forest there it was. The small little cabin with the red roof and the giant lighthouse near it. He tried to normalize his breath and closed the distance towards the door. As he panted his mind was blank. As he was in front of the door he gulped and knocked on the door.
As soon as the door opened, Law catched the flowerpot you had in your hands a few moments ago before it could fall onto the ground. With a light smile he looked into your eyes. “I finally found you….y/n.”
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toxic baby daddy toji! x reader headcanon ( continued , click here to read the first one)
ᥫ᭡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! ty! please let me know what you think! ^.^ requests are currently open!! ᥫ᭡
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- toxic baby daddy toji! who will make sure to leave evidence that he’s been in your room before he leaves. Either that be a shirt or a pair of boxers in your hamper
- and when you confront him about it he acts like he has no clue what you’re talking about…typical
- “Why would I do that hmm? You think m’sum kinda psycho?” His stupid lazy grin doesn’t escape his lips as he scratches his bare chest.
- “I actually think you are, move Toji” you roll your eyes at his antics. His shirt hanging off of your fingers which you had found (very discreetly might you add ) in your panties drawer. Somehow though a smile tugs at your lips.
- toxic baby daddy toji! who looks at you in pure shock and bewilderment when he’s at your place one night. His hands had been roaming all over the underside of your silk little excuse for a nightgown you had on. Soft perky tits being palmed by his big rough hands.
- “Fuck you just say t’ me sweetheart?” The talk man looked at you. His lip twitched in annoyance. How dare you deny him cumming inside his pussy?
- You wave the condom in his face. He looked so damn good, his lips were puffed up. Chest littered with your own makes you put on him. “I’m serious Toji. I’m not getting pregnant”
- he grabbed the square foil and looked at you.
- then he had the audacity to toss it behind his shoulder. Grabbing your legs and tugging them upwards, tossing you back on the bed with a yelp.
- “Tch….this pussy belongs to me baby. If I don’t fill it up just how you need, who will?”
- You said fuck the condoms after that. making that birth control appointment the very next day.
- toxic baby daddy toji! who still sends flowers to your job randomly just so your co workers know who you belong to still
- “Um (Y/N)? There’s another bouquet for you down stairs” Your make co worker had uttered to you in annoyance. The man had been trying for weeks to ask you out.
- You took the bouquet from him offering him an awkward smile…before you shuffled away to the empty break room to call the culprit of your third set of orchids and peonies
- “Hi babe” He was quick to answer you.
- bastard
- “I think Kenji gets the message you’re trying to send” You will never tell him that it made you blush like a school girl whenever your work friends squealed whenever he sent you random gifts. it didn’t help that they thought your baby daddy was a walking sex god.
- You loved knowing that regardless you had his baby, and she was adorable
- You hear his voice drop and seriousness over takes his voice
-You could practically see the creases of his eyebrows as he frowned
- “Good, because it wasn’t a message doll. It was a warning”
- “Funny, I don’t see a ring on my finger or a man’s last name on my ID” with that you quickly hung up and turned off your phone just to fuck with him
- serves him right
- toxic baby daddy toji! who is such a good dad. he’s an amazing dad to Megumi. Spoils the little boy rotten because Toji thinks KNOWS his son deserves it. Of course his little girl too!
- Your two year old little girl Rin is a perfect mix of the both of you
- She takes after him in a lot of ways
- And Toji couldn’t be prouder. His chest puffs up with pride whenever he talks about his kids
- “Yeah, the teacher called us the other day to tell us how amazing of a student Megumi is” Toji brags to his business associates. Leaning up against the bar, his suit undone and a pink tinge to his cheeks from all the scotch he had been drinking. Celebrating another business venture of his. More money, more respect in his industry, more of a reason to make you even prouder of him.
- because it mattered to him most.
- “Says he’s gonna be going up to higher level classes than the rest of his classmates. Smart kid , just like his old man” He clinks his glass to his associate with a smirk.
- toxic baby daddy toji! that you still wake up the next morning after he fucked you into the bed all night to cook breakfast for.
- A slap lands on your ass as you reach over to grab your panties to slip them on. they had been carelessly thrown at the edge of the bed, you were truly shocked to find that they weren’t even ripped
- by the way he had gone feral over your new lingerie you would have assumed the poor fabric was torn
- “What do you want to eat?” You asked softly after slipping your robe in. Toji yawned and moved his hair out of his face. His eyes lazy and still sleepy
- “Mmmm, whatever you want to make me mama”
- “Ok, I’ll get the Keurig started. Went to the grocery store yesterday before you came over and got the coffee pods you like so much” You rub his chest softly, as he presses faint kisses on your jaw and shoulder
- “Always taking care of me n the kids sweetheart, thank you” He mumbles against your neck, his breath fanning against your pulse making you get goosebumps on your skin
- …everything felt right for just a moment.
- “Papa! I’s awake!” You hear your daughter yell from her room. Waiting for him to come get her
- and you hear an annoyed mumbled soon after from Megumi who was trying to bask in his weekend and no school
- You giggled softly “I’ll go get Gumi”
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hideout
summary ; before Jinrang end up in jail, and on his way to become head of busan, he used to hide in old, dirty hotels rooms, hen things went wrong. just like today.
author's note ; i just can't get enough of him, im sorry!!😭
rain hammered against the window of the tiny hotel room in busan, each droplet adding to the rhythmic sound that blanketed the city outside. the dim yellow light from the single bulb overhead flickered occasionally, casting uneven shadows across the peeling wallpaper. musty scent of old wood mixed with the freshness of rain, giving the space an oddly comforting yet oppressive atmosphere.
Jinrang leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed and a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you pace the room. the tension between you two was almost palpable, charged with an odd mix of your annoyance and his unspoken curiosity.
“one bed?” you hissed, spinning around to glare at him. your voice was laced with annoyance, though exhaustion was quickly dulling its edge. “of all the places to hole up, this is what you find? and with one bed?”
he shrugged, feigning indifference. “it’s not like we had a lot of options, you know. cops and half the gangs in busan are on our tails. be grateful i found a place with a roof.”
“a roof would be fine if i didn’t have to share a bed with you,” you snapped back, dropping onto the edge of the creaky bed. “you’re lucky i’m too tired to care right now.”
Jinrang’s smirk deepened. truthfully, he’d been thrilled when he saw the single bed earlier. he couldn’t deny the way his heart raced every time you looked his way. not that he’d ever admit it.
you eyed the bed warily. “and where are you planning to sleep? the floor?”
“why would i do that?” he replied with a grin. “it’s a big enough bed. we’re both adults; we can share without it being a big deal.”
you rolled your eyes, muttering something under your breath before standing up. “yeah, sure, of course...” you said sarcastically, still not believing he gonna sleep with you. “i’m taking a shower first. don’t even think about falling asleep before i’m back.”
Jinrang chuckled as you gathered your toiletries and disappeared into the cramped bathroom. the sound of water running mixed with the rain outside, creating a soothing symphony that he couldn’t help but relax to. faint patter of raindrops against the window blended seamlessly with the soft hum of the shower, filling the room with an almost meditative calm. but still, he couldn’t shake the image of you in the shower. it made him smile.
when you emerged, the steam from the shower followed you into the room, curling around your figure. Jinrang watched as you fished a spare shirt out of your bag, preparing to change right there in front of him.
“you’re not shy, huh?” he teased, propping himself up on his elbows.
you shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “turn around, idiot.”
with an exaggerated sigh, he obeyed, rolling onto his belly, so he was with his back now to you. “it’s not like i haven’t seen worse in the field.”
“doesn’t mean you get a free show,” you retorted, tugging the towel off and changing to dry shirt. when you were done, you cleared your throat. “you can look now.”
Jinrang turned, his dark eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than they should have. the oversized shirt you’d thrown on barely masked the weariness etched into your features, but to him, you still looked—
“what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “do i have something on my face?”
“nothing,” he said quickly, standing up to set his jacket on the back of a chair. “you should get some rest. we’ve got an early start tomorrow.”
your hair was still damp, clinging to the sides of your face, and your annoyance seemed renewed as you glanced at the bed again. “you’re still on about this sharing thing?”
“i’m not moving,” Jinrang said lazily, already sprawled out on one side of the bed. his large frame seemed to dominate the small mattress, taking precious little space. “come on, (y/n), it’s just one night.”
you sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. “if you snore, i’m kicking you off.”
“deal,” he said, patting the open space beside him. “now, hurry up before i take the whole bed.”
with a grumble, you slid under the blanket, keeping as much distance as possible between the two of you. or at least, you tried to. Jinrang’s broad shoulders and long legs seemed to take up every available inch of space, forcing you to edge closer. the mattress creaked under his weight, and his shamelessly sprawled posture made it clear he wasn’t about to accommodate your protests.
“why you are so fucking big?,” you muttered, elbowing him lightly. the warmth radiating from his body was impossible to ignore, and despite yourself, it felt oddly comforting against the chill of the rainy night.
“i can’t help it if i’m built like this,” he replied, amusement evident in his tone. “but hey, at least i’m warm.”
you let out an exaggerated sigh but didn’t argue further. the day’s exhaustion was catching up with you, and the rhythmic sound of rain combined with Jinrang’s steady breathing began to lull you into a hazy state. as you drifted off, you muttered something about personal space, though your voice lacked any real conviction.
Jinrang glanced down at you, noticing how your breathing had evened out and your features softened in sleep. the weight of the day’s events hung heavy in the air, but in this quiet moment, he felt an uncharacteristic sense of peace. the way your hair framed your face, damp and slightly tousled, made his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
“goodnight, (y/n),” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rain.
for once, you didn’t reply with a sharp remark. and as his eyes slid shut, Jinrang couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the best hiding spot he’d ever found.
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doctor's orders
summary: a mild cold in the hands of one used to life or death illnesses... he really worries too much.
word count: 1k
-> warnings: you're like.. very mildly sick.. +take one (1) pill for like .5 of one second. nothin serious
-> gn reader (you/yours)
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“i don’t know why you’re taking this so seriously.”
“i don’t kow why you aren’t.”
you sniffle again, wiping at your nose with a napkin he’d insisted you take. “it’s not like i’ll die, baizhu.”
“dont joke about that.” he sat at his desk, counting qingxin petals as he plucked them off. “you’ll be perfectly fine, so long as you take your medicine.”
you wanted to roll your eyes, to push off his worry and deny the pills. yes, you were sick, but with barely a cold—more an annoyance than anything—that you didn’t think was worth even half the trouble.
but if nothing else, this was for his benefit. part of the curse of being a doctor, you supposed: knowing even the most severe of illnesses started with a cough. or, in your case, congestion.
“and you’re certain that’s it? no aches or pains?”
for his sake, you checked again. nothing out of the ordinary, just as it was five minutes ago, the last time he asked you.
“i’m fine, just as i have been and just as i will be. even if i wanted to hide something, you’d be able to tell.”
he’d known you were sick before you did. you went out with qiqi yesterday, returning to the pharmacy with a basket propped on your waist. you exchanged your greetings with gui, lingering to watch qiqi set herself up in her chair, carefully prying seeds out of lotus heads. you were sat beside her sorting the horsetail from the violet grass when he came out of the back door, eyes lingering on you strangely.
“are you feeling well?”
you looked up, hands stalling. “yeah, i feel fine. why, is something wrong?”
gui smiled like he knew something you didn’t, but you didn’t focus on that. baizhu came to you, taking your hands in his, inspecting your palms like you’d miraculously developed an allergy to horsetail overnight. “…are you sure?”
“positive.”
“no new aches, not unusually hot or short of breath, nothing stiff or-”
“baizhu.” you turned your hands to hold his instead, his gloves cool under your fingers. “i’m fine. you worry too much.”
but, of course, your karma swung around and you woke up with a headache and a pressure in your sinus. the light off the stone paths felt too bright, your predicament obvious from the moment you opened your mouth to say hello. just like that, you’d been whisked away to a back room, changsheng curling around your shoulders as he tried to find any and every reason to worry.
it was cute. or, would have been, if you didn’t know he was worried beneath the fuss. if you didn’t know any better, it would seem like he was finding any and all excuses to touch you. a loose grip on your wrist to check if your heart was irregular, the back of his hand against your cheek to see if you had a fever, worrying and worrying like you weren’t stuck with the common cold and he wasn’t the best doctor this side of inazuma.
“you worry too much.”
“you worry too little. drink your tea.”
you did, bearing the bitter taste as changsheng slipped from your shoulders to his. honestly, with the way he was treating you, one could easily think you were at death’s door.
you weren’t, though. you traced the rim of the ceramic mug, watching him fuss with your medicine, carefully crushing and mixing a variety of strong-smelling ingredients you couldn’t hope to identify off sight alone, characteristics lost in the mortar and pestle.
“so,” you start, his eyes flicking to you but not losing focus. “you come here often?”
he rolled his eyes, adding an ambiguously labeled syrup. whatever shorthand he and gui had mastered was a mystery to you no matter how hard you tried to decipher it. “this is serious.”
“it’s the flu.”
“you don’t know that.”
“you’re biased.”
“and you’re not getting out of taking your medicine. have you finished your tea?”
he took the empty mug, checking the stray leaves at the bottom like they would give him whatever answers he was looking for. it’s not like you’d lied to him—not like you could, either. between he and changsheng, it was impossible to so much as bring him flowers.
with the help of a few bits of hyperspecific equipment (that looked far too dangerous to just be for a doctor), a single pill was tucked into your palm, a muted green sphere with flecks of white dispersed across its surface. another cup of medicinal tea was poured and drank, a bitter aftertaste left in your mouth as expected. but you were rewarded for your troubles with a quiet sigh of relief, all of his nerves apparently washing away with that single action. he pushed his glasses up on his nose, eyes softening from ‘stern doctor’ to ‘worried partner.’
“…and you’re certain-”
“i’m fine.” you downed the rest of the tea, lip curling at the taste as you set it down, not missing how he checked to see if you’d drank it all. “i’m not in pain. i’m not hurt. i’ve taken my medicine and you have personally seen me do it. please, relax.”
another sigh, this one tired and well-worn. “you know i can’t. it’s not that easy.”
“it was worth a shot,” you shrug.
he does all of the work that he can in your room that day, strictly confining you to the bed, but letting you sit with him in the lobby once noon passes and there’s less people bustling through. you politely ignore the subtle glow to his fingertips whenever he walks by you, just like you pretend not to notice his repeated, worried glances.
it was almost sweet, that he worried so much. and besides, who were you to tell him what to do with his time? a day spent with your doctor was a day well worth every second.
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Pairing: Akutagawa x reader
Contents: SFW, hesitant reader (for intimacy), little shit to actual good boyfriend akutagawa, crappy braiding attempts, fluff and make-outs, Approx. 1.3k words
“I don’t see the point in this. It is absurd.”
You rolled your eyes, not bothering in the slightest to answer that question. Getting Akutagawa to agree to… this, was a hard enough quest to begin with. No way were you spoiling it by wasting time on useless arguing.
You had him exactly where you wanted.
“Just keep doing it, no buts,” you sighed, leaning further back. Feeling Akutagawa’s body embrace you from behind was simply too pleasant; and sinking deeper against his chest, your head huddled under his chin as he struggled to detangle another failed attempt at a small braid– it was simply heaven in the flesh. His cute, scrunched up face of concentration-bordering-on-annoyance was the highlight of the show. You found yourself glancing up more often than not, making his attempts at braiding even more bothersome with your movement.
“If you have expectations from this, drop it.” Akutagawa said, gaze narrowed as another lock came loose. His eye twitched. “I can think of better ways to spend my time than this. It will not lead to anything.”
“That’s not the point.” You stretching lazily against him. He was way comfier than the couch you sat on. Having such quick access to his chest made it all the easier to turn and squish your face against it. “The point’s that I like it,” you said, voice muffled.
“You’re a creature of simple pleasures. What are you, a cat?”
You snorted. “Well… I could purr for you all night long, babygirl.”
Akutagawa’s hands stopped. You never quite knew how far you could go with your teasing. That was the fun of it, really, seeing how he’d react each time.
Akutagawa sighed. He cupped your cheek, drawing you up until he held your chin between his thumb and index finger. Cool gray eyes locked into yours. “I can’t even begin with deciding which part of your statement to address first. Was that a bad joke?”
“I would never joke on such matters. Never,” you said, voice filled the severity found only in honest men. Almost. You’ve been getting quite good at bulshitting lately, you couldn’t deny it.
Akutagawa hardly seemed fazed though. But he was used to your antics, so it scarcely counted. “You’re being ridiculous. At least it’s amusing you.”
You sat straighter, pulling his hand from your chin to rest against your nape instead. “I’m a hard worker. Being funny for two drains a lot out of you, I’m afraid.”
“Are you by chance implying something?” Akutagawa said, eyes boring into yours. His other hand landed on your waist, pulling you in gently.
He never quite managed to pull his trademark intimidating guy facade since you became partners. But you humoured him still. “Believe what you want to believe, I see.” You ran your fingers through Akutagawa’s hair, drawing a quiet sigh from him.
“What, are you calling me a bore?” he asked, looking down to your lips/looking down his nose..
Your hand found the hem of shirt. You smiled.
“Yeah. What you gonna do about it, mister uptight?”
“You leave me no choice on the matter, you scoundrel,” Akutagawa said and your smile grew wider as he leaned in.
The kiss was a chaste, delicate thing. Akutagawa’s lips brushed against your, pointy nose grazing against your cheek as he tilted your faces closer. He was all angles and no tenderness… usually. Drawing out this side of him had specific requirements, and even then it was a hard-pressed battle to win. Even holding his hand for the first time was an adventure; one of many failed attempts and sharp glares of warning. Especially in public, god forbid.
But now they engulfed you, Akutagawa holding you firmly against him. You could never figure out how to efficiently keep him warm, but it didn’t matter now because every light brush of a cool finger against your nape sent pleasant shivers down your spine. You snuggled closer, your hands sneaking around his waist. Akutagawa hummed in approval against your lips.
You liked those moments, melting into the comfort of it easily. You could have gone on forever, tasting Akutagawa against your lips. Until you noticed a cool hand trail around your back, slowly prying the hem of your shirt loose to stroke against your belly. You tensed involuntarily, feeling his thumb brush beneath your waistband.
“Hey… quick question?” you breathed in between peppered kisses.
“Yes?”
“Are we…” you searched your mind for the right words, only to feel your face begin to flush. “I mean, where are going here? Doing stuff wise.”
Akutagawa pulled back, considering you with a blank face. “Judging by my quite sharp memory–”
You groaned, flopping against his chest.
“Allow me to finish, please,” Akutagawa said, voice even. “You stated the ability, and I quote– to purr all night for me. Whatever that would imply. How creative.”
You huddled closer, nose poking at Akutagawa’s lower neck. “...yeeah,” you grumbled.
Akutagawa stroked your hair, falling silent for a moment. Too long. You were about to ask if something was wrong when Akutagawa continued.
“Now,” he said. “I’m not opposed to you making a fool of yourself, it is a frequent occurrence after all–” He shushed your huff of protest. “–but I’ve also acquired a very useful ability of recent. Care to hear of it?”
Akutagawa was guarding his expressions to the notch, ever the image of nonchalance. If it weren’t for the way he spun around his words, drawing out their conclusion with eloquent filler, you would’ve been more worried.
But this here? Yeah, you were unavoidably being teased by a man who thinks dry–commenting how funny your jokes are is essentially the same as laughing at them.
Please.
You rose up languidly, drooping your head to the side as you eyed Akutagawa warily. Here we go. “Do go on, then.”
Akutagawa leaned in, expression serious. His hand reached up to poke a finger between your creased brow. “I can see this.”
“This what?” you said, feeling lost.
“It’s not there now, but nonetheless– it was.”
“Okey, mister cryptic.”
“Now, now” Akutagawa began, drawing a surprised uhh from you as he spun you around, his chest to your back again. “I believe I was busy with wasting my time.” And his hands trailed to your hair, his clumsy attempts at braididng starting anew.
“But–” you shut your mouth. As pleasant as this was, it didn’t answer anything. You huffed in annoyance. “You’re being the weird one now.”
For a moment no answer came, Akutagawa’s hands stilled to brush liggtly against your shoulders. You glanced back curiously.
His hands resumed their braiding, eyes focused. “I don’t wish for you to feel… uncomfortable, around me. You were worried earlier. And you’re too expressive; an easily exploitable weakness. Just because I’m not as skilled at reading people it doesn’t apply to you.”
Oh, you stupid man. “So you were worried?”
“I was merely paying attention,” Akutagawa retorted. He stubbornly kept his gaze on his work.
You… hadn’t really noticed, but you did stiffen up a moment ago. It’s not that you disliked his touch, the contrary even. But uncertainty was there and demanding, and pushing things too fast when they shouldn’t be was a tendency you had. A bad one.
You leaned back further, signing contently as Akutagawa brushed against your neck with deft fingers. He really was shit at braiding. But you wanted this, it was the plan. And so what, you were in no hurry for anything, were you?
He was a solid presence behind you; a promise of staying exactly where he was. Maybe you’ll smooch him later again.
Or not.
Okay definitely you will, but that wasn’t the point. The point was you could just rest against each other here as well, and it would still be enough for both of you, no expectations or pressure.
Man, what a life indeed.
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† clingy. : various.
❥ scenario: they snap at you for being clingy because they're idiots with zero emotional communication skills. ❥ requested. ❥ no warnings. ❥ a/n:
❥ this post includes: kat, shoto and p/h toya.
❥ katsuki.
bakugo had never been one to welcome attention, let alone public displays of affection, but with you, he found himself growing used to it. you’d always wrap your arms around him when he was with his friends, planting quick kisses on his cheek, smiling up at him as if he was the only person in the world. and though he grumbled about it, he never actually stopped you. part of him had grown attached to being treated like such.
one day, bakugo’s patience was running thin. you were hanging out with kirishima and the others in the common room, nestled close to bakugo on the couch with your arm around his shoulders. his day hadn't gone exactly how he wanted and for some reason, your affection was beginning to grate harsh on his nerves, which could be seen in how he tensed and shifted.
“you okay, kat?” you murmured softly, rubbing his shoulder.
his jaw tightened, and without warning, he snapped, “would you stop being so damn clingy? just… back off a little, alright?”
the room fell into an awkward silence as your eyes widened, hurt flashing across your face. you withdrew your arm, giving him a small nod as you stood up. “sorry, i hadn't.. realized it was bother you,” you mumbled, your voice thick. you couldn't deny the annoyance that came from him never saying anything beforehand.
the others exchanged glances, but you didn’t wait for anyone to say anything. you just left. and bakugo, the anger in his chest fading into guilt, stayed behind, feeling the weight of what he’d just done. normally, he'd keep such comments to private settings - your relationship wasn't anyone else's business.
for the next few days, you avoided him entirely. whenever he walked into the room, you were quick to make an excuse to leave, barely sparing him a glance. at first, he told himself it was for the best - you both needed space. but as the days went by, he felt the emptiness of your absence more than he cared to admit. he missed the warmth of your touch, your gentle kisses, the way you made him feel like he was more than just... him.
finally, unable to handle it anymore, he tracked you down after training one evening. you were gathering your things, about to head to your dorm, when he stepped in front of you, blocking your path.
“hey,” he started, voice rough, “we need to talk.”
you raised a brow. “what’s there to talk about? you wanted space, so i’m giving it to you.”
bakugo’s chest tightened at the tone of voice you used. he hesitated, then let out a heavy sigh. “i messed up, okay? i… i didn’t mean it like that.”
you crossed your arms, getting a little annoyed. “it sounded pretty clear to me.”
he reached out, gently touching your shoulder. “look… i shouldn’t have said that. i was just pissed about… stuff, and i took it out on you. i’m sorry.”
you paused, searching his eyes for sincerity. “ oh really?”
bakugo nodded, his voice softening. “yeah. i miss you… everything about you.” he rubbed the back of his neck, struggling to find the right words. “i’m an idiot, but… i don’t want you to stop. i just want you. all of you. and.... next time, i'll just.. pull you aside and talk to you.”
a small smile broke through your expression, and you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him. “you better mean that,” you murmured.
bakugo hugged you back, pressing his face into your hair. “i do. i’m sorry.” and in that moment, he knew he’d never let you go again.
you, on the other hand, while relieved, had to stop from teasing him.
❥ shoto.
with shoto, your relationship was a balance of warmth and tenderness. he'd taken time to grow used to your affection but he found it calming. when you'd reach for his hand or rest on his shoulders - he was content. most of the time.
it wasn't often that shoto's patience wore thin, but it wasn't impossible. you were at a gathering with friends, chatting in a close circle when you leaned in to kiss his cheek. already tense from a difficult day, he shifted away slightly, and when you didn’t catch on, he muttered, “could you stop being so clingy? just… give me some space.”
you weren't offended by him asking for space, of course not, you were more than fine respecting his wishes and giving him space. the word 'clingy' cut deep, on the other hand, causing your mood to falter a bit. "sure, shoto." your smile wasn't as bright but you nodded, moving away from him to join a few of the others on the other side of the group.
the realization hit him a second too late - he’d pushed you away. the days went on and he started to feel empty. he noticed you slipping out of rooms when he entered, excusing yourself whenever he tried to talk to you. he had wanted space but it was too much.
shoto didn’t know how to bridge the gap he’d created. he wanted to apologize, to pull you close and tell you how much he missed you. but he wasn’t sure how. one evening, as he spotted you at the training field, he found his chance.
“can we talk?” he asked quietly, stepping up to you.
you let the question linger for a moment before shrugging, turning back to your gear. “what’s there to talk about, shoto? you made it clear how you feel.”
shoto’s throat tightened, gaze lowering. “no… i didn’t. i was… i was just in a bad mood, and i took it out on you. i am sorry.”
you finally looked up at him, your eyes filled with hurt. “do you even realize how shitty that was? i thought you wanted to break up.”
shoto’s heart clenched, and he shook his head, stepping closer. “i don’t. i could never want that. i just…” he let out a sigh, his fingers brushing against yours. “i’m not used to people caring about me like that. but… i need you, and i don’t want to lose you.”
your expression softened, only slightly, and you allowed him to take your hand. “are you sure?”
shoto nodded, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “i’m sure. i’ll do better… i promise.” and as you leaned in, he finally understood how much he needed your love.
❥ toya.
being with toya was always an adventure, with his quick wit and casual confidence keeping you on your toes. despite his sarcastic nature, he was surprisingly warm and affectionate, and everyone knew it. he’d let you drape yourself across him, hold his hand, and even ruffle his hair in front of others. he enjoyed it, the public display and lack of shame to be with him. he never complained - until one day, everything was rubbing him the wrong way.
the agency was alive with a small gathering after a rough mission, everyone trying to wind down, chatting and laughing. you were lost in conversation when you leaned against toya, your head resting against his shoulder. his brow furrowed and he pulled away, muttering, “you’re so clingy. could you just… back off for once?”
the words hit you like a slap, and your heart dropped. the few others you'd been speaking to fell silent, everyone casting awkward glances your way. you straightened, blinking back the hurt as you nodded. “fine. i’ll… give you some space.”
from that moment on, you started avoiding him. when he looked for you in the agency, you’d already left. if he texted you, you responded with short replies. at first, toya told himself he'd play along, deciding you'd end up breaking first and boy, was he wrong. he missed you -missed the warmth of your touch, the way you’d always cheer him up with a smile.
finally, he tracked you down one evening, catching you just as you were leaving the agency. he stepped in front of you, blocking your path. “we need to talk.”
you shook your head, avoiding his gaze. “oh? do we? i wouldn't want to cling too much.”
toya’s jaw clenched, and he reached out, gently grabbing your arm. “you know that’s not what i meant.”
you looked at him, agitation clear on your features. “then what did you mean, toya? because i thought… maybe you were sick of me.”
his face softened, and he let out a heavy sigh. “i’m an idiot, okay? i didn’t mean any of that.” hr groaned, getting a little annoyed with himself and his inability to find the right words. “i was just… mad at everything else. and i took it out on you. i miss you… everything about you.”
you felt the anger and sadness in your chest slowly melt away. “are you sure? i didn't really enjoy being called clingy.”
he gave you a small, lopsided smile, nodding. “yeah. i’m sorry. just… stay, alright? i don’t want you to leave.”
you nodded, stepping closer as he wrapped his arms around you. and in that embrace, you knew he meant it.
“alright, fine but.. next time, it might come down to a fight-“
he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “sounds fair.“
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If I could take it all back | James Potter
Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Summary: James' time to pine over you. After James rejected your feelings, and you promised to get over him during the summer break, he finds himself in the same position of unrequited love and wishes he could take his words back.
Can be read as a standalone but part two of a multi-fic
Masterlist Part one
Notes: Not proofread, probably spelling mistakes. Its a happy ending, what a surprise (but I did promise to lovely anon that next time, I'll make it tough on James)
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What would your reaction be if he told you that he may fancy you. You probably wouldn’t take him seriously, he figured. And it’s not as if he actually fancied you, right? His mind was probably just confused because he, for the first time ever, wasn’t so preoccupied with Lily, and could instead acknowledge other girls too.
James plopped down on his bed in exhaustion after their first day back at Hogwarts and his mind wandered off to you.
“Bloody hell, is it me, or was that ceremony more tedious than ever before?” Sirius complained after he too dropped down on his bed across the room.
“Just gets longer each year,” Remus groaned in dismay, stuffing his face in his pillow with a deep sigh.
“And that choir,” Peter chimed in. He didn’t even have to finish his sentence, the rest of the marauders dramatically joining in on complaining.
“And ignoring the toads, there was a bloke who kept making eyes at our Y/N,” Sirius huffed. James’ relaxed posture turned rigid, and he rolled over, so his eyes could snap towards Sirius. “What!? Who?”
“Calm down, Prongs,’ Remus was quick to shush him. “Sirius is exaggerating as usual.” A pillow was thrown his way. “Also, it wasn’t inappropriately making eyes at her or anything. He just smiled at her, that’s all.” Remus ducked the pillow.
“Yeah, and it was completely mutual, so it’s alright,” Peter decided to add his own observation of the incident in attempt to reassure James. His words seemed to have the opposite effect, although James tried to hide the way his heart plummeted. Mutual?
“True, she even blushed a little,” Remus seemed to recall. “You reckon she fancies him?” He wondered out loud and James huffed in annoyance. “That’s ridiculous, Y/N doesn’t fancy him,” he curtly replied. Peter shook his head. “But didn’t she say that she fancied someone last year?”
“Well if she fancied anyone, it wouldn’t be that stupid git,” James stubbornly said. Sirius squinted his eyes at James before a shit eating grin appeared on his face. “Prongs…” he slowly began. “Do you fancy our Y/N?” Remus and Peter’s jaws fell slack, sitting up to stare at James.
James froze and his mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words to deny Sirius’ accusation. “No, I don’t,” he defended himself. “I just know Y/N and I’m telling you, that guy is not her type,” he scoffed.
“Well to be fair, we don’t actually know her type, she hasn’t dated anyone before and refused to tell us about her crush.” Sirius poked. “Well, I do,” James snapped. There was a long awkward silence while the marauders raised their eyebrows at his tone, and then James cleared his throat. “I just mean that I’ve known her longest, so obviously I know her type,” he tried to explain.
“Right.” Sirius slowly drew out. Remus and Peter nodded their heads but not at all looking convinced. James dropped back down on his bed and let his mind wander off to you again. Oh, who was he lying to, of course he fancied you.
“So, lovely Y/N, what’s your type in regard to guys,” Sirius curiously asked you. James shot him an angry look that you couldn’t see as you were huddled against him, your back to his chest so that you two could fit on the armchair together.
“What, like personality or looks?” You tilted your head in question.
“Uh, both?” Sirius asked.
You hummed in thought. “Well, kind of like Prongs, I guess,” you shamelessly admitted, and James almost choked on his own saliva. “Though, look-wise, you’re pretty easy on the eyes too, Pads.” You winked jokingly at Sirius, and he blew you a kiss while laughing out loud before getting back on the matter at hand. “So, James here is your type?” He almost disbelievingly repeated.
You shrugged. “Sure.”
James scanned Sirius’ face and could see the gears turning in his friend’s head. Merlin, he’d have to let Sirius know that he didn’t have to bother playing matchmaker, he’d destroyed any chances of you two ever becoming more by himself, two months ago.
His arms tightened around you unconsciously. It didn’t matter as long as he could keep you close like this. He’d take whatever you’d give him, he decided. He was happy enough with your friendship.
“And not that Hufflepuff guy from the choir yesterday?” Sirius pressed on.
“Huh? Oh!” You furrowed your eyebrows. “You mean Klaus?” You bashfully smiled at your friends. “He actually asked me out on a date, encouraged by his brothers and sisters and all,” you admitted. “I guess he’s cute, but I told him I’d rather get to know him as a friend first, before going out,” you said. “I mean, I’ve never even spoken to him, but I’m not opposed to it.”
James couldn’t help but feel jealous at your words, his stomach turning at the thought of you getting to know some guy and then going on a date with him.
“I mean, he’s not really like James, is he?” Peter asked. James held his breath and waited for your reaction.
“Well, maybe it’s better if he’s not like James at all. It’d probably feel weird to date someone who is exactly like your best friend.”
James frowned. “I disagree,” he spoke up. You turned in his lap to look at him. “I mean, isn’t a partner supposed to be your best friend or something.” James motioned around with one of his arms. You laughed at his statement. “Yeah, your partner should be someone that you consider your best friend, but not necessarily a copy of ‘your existing best friend’,” you remarked. “Maybe Klaus will be another best friend.”
“You can only have one best friend,” James grumbled pettily. “Best is a superlative, there’s only one and that’s supposed to be me.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, and his eyes couldn’t help but flicker towards your lips. James looked away, flustered at your proximity. “I can have more best friends. Peter, Remus and Sirius are my best friends too.”
“But they’re an exception,” James whined. You swatted him. “So, make an exception for whoever I want to be best friends with. I have good character judgement.” James sighed. “Of course,” he muttered in surrender. You beamed up at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before getting up.
James felt his heart flutter and frowned at the loss of contact. “I’m going to study with Lily,” you said and bent down to give Peter and Remus a kiss on the cheek as well.
You stopped at Sirius and gave him a reprimanding look. “No funny business Padfoot,” you warned him, and he chuckled at the memory of when he had turned his head last minute as a joke, resulting in an ‘almost kiss', because you had quickly pulled back, right on time and tripped. In attempt to hold onto Sirius, you had grabbed his shirt and accidentally ripped it on your way down. When Professor McGonagall had found you on the floor in front of Sirius who was shirtless, you’d both gotten detention. In separate classrooms.
Sirius held his hands up in mock surrender and you gave him a kiss on the cheek too. Then you turned around and left the common room.
“What in Godric’s name was that, Prongs?” Sirius immediately commented as soon as the door closed.
“Pads, no.” James immediately cut him off before he really started to get any brilliant ideas.
“She said you’re her type!” Sirius exclaimed, his arms flailing around enthusiastically.
“Padfoot, seriously-,”
Remus and Peter snickered. Sirius shot them an unamused look.
“Prongs, are you stupid? You’re her type! You fancy her, and she considers you as her type of people she’d date?” Sirius couldn’t phantom why James wasn’t as thrilled about this as he was. Unless-
It seemed that Remus had caught on to it too. “She already confessed her feelings to you, didn’t she?” He carefully asked. James didn’t respond right away.
“She fancied Prongs!?” Sirius gaped in utter shock at James at the revelation, an incredulous look on his face. He turned towards James. “What happened? Oh, Merlin, did you reject her?”
“All that matters is that she doesn’t fancy me anymore, alright?” James ended up saying.
“Merlin, what did you tell her?” Peter asked, eyes wide at James’ reluctance to explain what happened.
“Nothing! I just-, I knew she fancied me, but I thought that Lily was it for me” James defended himself.
“After she found out on the train that Lily agreed to meeting up for a date during the summer vacation before I could tell her myself, she confessed her feelings and I told her that we would always be best friends, but never anything more,” James confessed with a sigh, and he looked down at his hands in his lap.
“She said she understood and that she’d get over her feelings so we could go back to being best friends this year, without having it be awkward.” James trailed off. “And she did, so here we are,” he sighed.
“Well maybe she’s just pretending to be over you,” Peter offered.
“We all know that Y/N can’t lie for shit,” Remus pointed out.
James groaned.
“Wait, when did you even have time to realize that you fancy our Y/N between your ‘sort-of-but-not-really-because-you-two-never-actually-dated’ breakup and today?” Sirius intercepted the conversation again.
Before James could answer, Frank entered the room. “Guys, I’ve got a date,” he breathed out, face still red from running up the stairs.
“Hey, congrats mate! You finally mustered up the courage ‘ey,” James grinned broadly at him.
Frank scratched the back of his head. “Well, Alice did, I guess,” he answered almost embarrassedly, if not for the proud grin he was wearing. Sirius whistled at that, and Frank beamed even more. “Yeah, she’s amazing.”
James smile never faltered, but when he looked at Frank’s gleeful face, his mind wandered off once again and he imagined that if you were to ask him out, he would most certainly have the same reaction.
Blimey, he would never be that happy with just your friendship, would he? He’d have to tell you eventually, he supposed.
But of course, two months would pass by, and he chickened out time and time again, which all led to his current situation. He was sitting at a table in the corner of the establishment, attention captivated by your cheery laughter while tou were on your date with the Hufflepuff boy who was embarrassedly looking away while you patted his arm in reassurance.
“Don’t worry, I fully agree with you. Dave really is sexy,” you winked at him. Klaus relaxed at your words and smiled along, both of you glancing at the waiter who walked away from your table after taking your order.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Remus muttered quietly to his friends, in particular to Sirius, who was currently filling a cup of butterbeer with a laxative potion, reserved for your date. Seeing that Sirius wasn’t going to give up, he nudged James under the table.
“Prongs, this is wrong, and you know it,” he hissed. James looked conflicted. His eyes darted between your smiling form, the hand on you arm and the cup of butterbeer.
Jealousy flared up when he saw Klaus lift your hand and kiss the back of it in a dramatic way, and he pushed any feelings of guilt to the back of his mind.
“Well, my old man is already disappointed in me anyway,” Klaus concluded and shot a wink at Dave who came with your drinks. “Danke,” he nodded appreciatively before gawking at your pink drink. “Is that the dragon fruit drink?” He asked. You nodded. “Want to try it?”
“Oh Merlin, this is amazing!” Klaus moaned and you laughed while shushing him, getting strange looks from the people around you. “If you promise to stop moaning like that, you can have it all,” you said, shaking your head amusedly. “Oh, I couldn’t,” Klaus said, but eyed the drink with big eyes in interest.
“You already drank half of it anyway, doofus,” you laughed, and you reached for his still untouched butterbeer.
James’ blood ran cold. “Fuck,” he cursed and before he could help it, he had surged forward and slapped the drink out of your hands, accidentally spilling the contents all over your date.
“Prongs? What the hell?” You exclaimed in surprise. You immediately cast a cleaning spell on Klaus, apologized to him, and turned to face James with a glare on your face.
“I just-,” James wasn’t sure what he should say.
“You just?” You asked him, annoyed.
James didn’t respond anymore and instead just turned on his heels and fled towards Hogwarts, leaving you flabbergasted. You apologized to Klaus again, but he shrugged and got up, offering you his arm. “I’ll escort you back to the castle,” he said. You hesitated. “We don’t have to go,” you said. Klaus chuckled. “Give him hell, dear,” is all he replied while he grabbed your arm and looped it in his.
“James Fleamont Potter, you absolute twat!” You yelled from the top of your lungs, when you reached the top of the staircase that led towards the portrait. The lady in the portrait gave you a sour look, but opened the door anyway when you said the password.
James heard you from all the way up in his dorm, and winced, waiting for you to barge in any moment, which you did. “Why the bloody hell would you do that?!” You stabbed your finger against his chest.
“I didn’t do it on purpose-“
“Not on purpose?! You just happened to stand behind me and couldn’t control your arm when it shot out and slapped the mug straight in his lap?” You exclaimed in disbelief.
“Well, I didn’t mean for it to spill on him.”
“So what, you just wanted to throw it around?!”
“No, I just tried to stop you from drinki-“ James realized his slip up too late. A shiver ran up his spine at the eerie silence.
“And pray tell, why shouldn’t I be drinking the butterbeer that was meant to be for Klaus?” You calmly asked. James flinched at your sharp tone that came out way louder and less calm than you had intended.
He opened his mouth to answer you with a lie when you cut him off. “And think it through, before you tell me any lies,” you squinted your eyes at him.
If he wasn’t absolutely sure that you would shred him to pieces, he would say that you looked cute like that. Luckily, he knew better.
“Because it contained the Laxative Potion which wasn’t meant for you,” James admitted quietly, his face contorting in anticipation for your outburst that never came. You simply closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay,” you shook your head in a disbelieving and disappointed manner.
“Wait!” James called out before you could open the door to leave. He nervously breathed out when you actually stopped and turned around, your face unreadable.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it.”
You slowly nodded your head, knowing that James was usually a little bit too proud to apologize so quickly, if at all. “So why did you?”
“Because I’m jealous,” his words came out quiet.
Your eyes softened at him. “Prongs, you’re my best friend, there’s literally nothing to be jealous of. Is this because of what I said at the start of the year? I was kidding, I’m not going to make any new best friends or replace you, I promise,” you comforted him.
James almost laughed to himself in pity. “No, it’s not because of that,” he mumbled. He looked back up at you. “I,” he hesitated. ‘I’m jealous because he gets to date you and don’t.”
You frowned. “What?”
James’ face started to heat up, but he refused to chicken out again. “I think I’m in love with you.” The words knocked your breath out of your lungs.
“What?”
“I’m in love with you.”
“Yeah, no, I heard you the first time but what? No, you said-, you said that we would never be more than friends. Told me to throw those fantasies away because they’d never be real, so I-“
“I know what I said,” James sighed somberly, but he looked at you with pleading eyes. “If I could take it all back, I would.” You looked conflicted but took a step forward and reached out to him with a sigh.
James shook his head. “I promise you I would, because it was stupid and I’m stupid and I lost all chances and oh Godric, now I’m the arsehole who cost you your date, and I do feel bad about it, but I also don’t regret it because I’m selfish,” James started to ramble in a panic and got lost in his thoughts.
His rambling stopped when you wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. His heart melted, and he took a deep breath as he closed his eyes, trying to get lost in the feeling. You couldn’t find it in your heart to be so angry with him anymore. Though it was unbelievably immature of him, and the rest of the marauders, no harm was done, and he was sorry.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled in his shoulder, voice muffled.
“What, why are you sorry?”
“Because I know what it feels like to be in your position,” you sadly smiled at him when you pulled back a little to face him. "And it's shite."
He laighed a little at that and wrapped his arms around you again, pressing you back to his chest, chasing after your touch.
“And you don’t love me anymore?” He couldn’t help but ask. His eyes were trained on the wall behind you as he looked over your shoulder, not quite ready to face you when you would inevitably tell him that you didn't.
You shook your head. “Well, I still love you dearly, James. And I care about you so much, I can’t erase those feelings ‘just like that’ in only one summer break. You’re literally one of the most important people in my life.” You buried your face deeper in his neck. “But no, I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore.” You could feel James nod at your words. They were not coming as a surprise at all.
“So, you’ll date Klaus now?” He asked in a small voice, refusing to let you back away from the hug as he was fighting not to cry in defeat.
“Nah, he’s uh, he’s going on a date with Dave tomorrow,” you shrugged.
“Who’s Dave?” He weakly laughed, a little bit unsure but hopeful, and you shook your head. “The waiter.”
“Oh.”
You pushed James away softly and he reluctantly pulled his arms away from you. His eyes looked a little bit bloodshot, and his nose and lips were red. Something about the sight of him pulled you towards him again, this time you settled your hands on both sides of his cheeks which he leaned in to. You made up your mind.
You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I was so in love with you, Jamie,” you whispered to him, and his heart tugged. ‘I know,’ he wanted to say.
“You managed to make me fall in love with you,” you pressed on. “You’ve done it before-,’
“-I can do it again,” James finished, his eyes wide in realization and a wide grin crossed his face. “Will you let me? Try, I mean. Can I try to win you back?”
“Well, no promises, but you can give it your best shot, Jamie.” You laughed. “I mean, you’re my type after all,” you teased him. He puffed his chest at your words, his mind racing because he just got another chance to fix the ending of your story, and he sure as hell was going to give it all he’s got.
“So, starting right now?”
“After you’ve apologized to Klaus.”
“Right, yeah. You reckon we could all go on a double date together?”
“I don’t see why not.”
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Unspoken Desire - Yeosang
KINKTOBER DAY 6 - REQ. BY @artistic-rendition
~ "Enemies to lovers, maybe with hongjoong or yunho? Or maybe mingi? I can't decide, they are all too perfect. Mean dom, brat tamer ateez, overstimulation, thigh riding, cuffing and forced orgasms. Degradation that's like, the condescendingly fake sympathy, mocking. Literally just so fucking filthy" ~ in the end I was damn indecisive and dmed my lovie and they were ALSO indecisive and chose Yeosang instead 😂
pairing: yeosang x fem!reader
genre: 18+, enemies to lovers
summary: After who you thought your best friend was put you in the same room as the person you absolutely hated and then left you alone with him, he basically gave you the best night of your life.
wc: 3k
warnings: dom!yeosang. bratty!reader, cuffing, forced orgasm, denied orgasm, degradation, mocking. fingering. dacryphilia. making out. movement restriction, enemies to lovers, wdym they're bickering while fucking. big dick! yeosang obvi, unprotected (wrap up irl!), completely consensual, for sure forgot something, completely unedited.
Author's Note: THIS WAS HOT. I LOVED WRITING STRICT/DOM/HARSH YEOSANG. I went insane while writjng thjs. ENJOYYY
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.
The dimly lit bar was alive with music and laughter, the low hum of conversation blending with the soft clink of glasses. It wasn’t too crowded, just the usual crowd that filled the place on a Saturday night. You leaned back against the worn leather booth, glancing at Jongho who was sitting across from you, nursing his drink with that easy-going smile he always had when the two of you were out together.
He had insisted you ome out tonight, saying you all needed a break from the stress of daily life. You had agreed, thinking it would just be the two of you like old times. But, of course, there was a catch.
Yeosang was with you.
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, trying to ignore the simmering annoyance that his presence always triggered in you. He sat beside Jongho, looking perfectly relaxed and smug, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass.
God, you hated him. You hated everything about him—his calm, collected attitude, the way he always seemed to have an answer for everything, and most of all, the way he got under your skin like no one else could. Every time you were around each other, it felt like a battle of wills, a constant back-and-forth of snide comments and cutting glances.
And yet, here you were, sitting together, because Jongho thought it would be fun to hang out as a group. As if you were some sort of... functional trio.
“Do you always make that face when you’re thinking, or is it just because I’m here?” Yeosang’s voice cut through my thoughts, smooth and teasing as ever.
You shot him a glare, knowing full well that he was just trying to get a rise out of you. “I make this face when I’m around things that irritate me. So, yeah, it’s because you’re here.”
Jongho sighed, rolling his eyes between the two of us. “Can you two.. not for five minutes? We’ve been here for less than an hour, and you’re already bickering.”
Yeosang smirked, leaning back in his seat with that infuriatingly calm expression. “I’m not bickering, Jongho. I’m just pointing out the obvious.”
You clenched your jaw, feeling your blood pressure rise. “You know, no one invited you. You could’ve stayed home.”
“Actually,” Yeosang said, his eyes sparkling with amusement, “Jongho invited me. And believe it or not, I accepted. So, here I am.”
You turned to Jongho with an exasperated look, but he just held his hands up in defense. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. You both are my friends, and I thought it’d be nice if we all hung out. Just relax, okay?”
“Relaxing’s hard to do when he’s around,” you muttered, taking a sip of your drink to calm myself down. The alcohol was just starting to kick in, leaving you a little more loose but still fully aware of the surroundings.
Yeosang leaned in slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. “You know, if you spent less time glaring at me and more time actually enjoying yourself, you might have a better night.”
You scoffed, leaning in closer to him without thinking, faces now just inches apart. “Trust me, the only thing that would make this night better is if you left.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’s true,” he replied, his voice lower now, almost challenging. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a split second, something shifted in the air between. The usual tension was there, but this time, it felt different. He wasn’t backing down, and neither were you.
Jongho groaned, clearly fed up with our constant back-and-forth. “Okay, you two are impossible. I’m getting some snacks. Maybe if you’re eating, you’ll stop biting each other’s heads off.”
With that, he got up and made his way toward the bar, leaving Yeosang and you alone. As soon as Jongho was gone, you expected the tension to dissipate, but instead, it thickened. Yeosang didn’t move from where he was leaning in close, and you didn’t either. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or just pure frustration, but you weren’t backing down from whatever unspoken challenge was hanging in the air.
“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” You said, voice sharper than you intended.
Yeosang’s eyes gleamed with something you couldn’t quite place, his smirk widening. “I could say the same about you.”
A sudden urge bubbled up inside me, one that had been lurking beneath the surface for a while but that you had never let yourself acknowledge. You had always told yourself that the irritation you felt around Yeosang was pure hatred, that his presence was just something you had to tolerate because of Jongho. But now, sitting so close to him, feeling the heat between rise with every passing second, you realized it wasn’t just hate. There was something else there. Something more dangerous.
You hated how smug he was, how he always had to get the last word. But more than that, you hated how he made you feel. How your heart sped up every time the two of you got into one of our ridiculous arguments. How you couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to shut him up—really shut him up.
Before you could stop yourself, you acted on that urge.
You grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him towards you, crashing your lips against his in a hard, almost punishing kiss. For a second, he froze, clearly not expecting it, but then he responded, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he kissed you back just as fiercely.
The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet. It was full of all the pent-up frustration, the irritation, the tension that had been building between you for months. It was messy and heated, neither of you willing to give an inch. His teeth grazed my bottom lip, and you bit back a gasp, refusing to let him have the upper hand. You deepened the kiss, pushing against him harder, daring him to keep up.
When you finally pulled away, both of you breathing hard, his eyes were darker, filled with a hunger that you had never seen before.
“Well,” Yeosang said, his voice low and rough, “That’s one way to shut me up.”
You wiped your thumb over your bottom lip, still tasting him there. “You were getting on my nerves.”
A slow, lazy grin spread across his face. “Is that all?”
“Maybe,” you shot back, but the way your voice wavered told a different story.
He leaned in closer again, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “You know, for someone who claims to hate me so much, you sure don’t act like it.”
“Shut up,” you muttered, but you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t.
Yeosang chuckled softly, his hand still resting on the back of my neck. “Make me.”
Before you could think twice, you grabbed him again, crashing your lips together for a second time. This kiss wasn’t angry—it was filled with something much more dangerous. Desire.
As much as you wanted to hate him, you couldn’t deny it anymore. This wasn’t hate. Not really. It was something else entirely, something that was quickly spiraling out of control.
The night was about to get a lot more interesting.
He took your hand in his, pulling you closer.
"Wanna come over? Let me show you just how much you annoy me on the daily" he smirked at you.
"Bet." and as soon as you finished your words, he pulled you by your waist and guided tou through the crowd. He then opened the door forcefully and rushed with you to his car, opening the door for you.
"Get in" Yeosang said.
"Didn't you drink?" you said, confused.
"No? I always keep it for when I get home. Haven't you seen this?" he closed the door after you.
"No? Why would I care.." you smiled at him.
"Hah, nice one".
He started driving and your mind was going places you'd never think it would. Your next thought was to annoy the fuck out of him, lile you always did. To which, without warning, your hand went for his now thight pants, slowly unzipping his jeans. He flinched, surprised at your touch.
"The fuck are you doing?" he said, visually annoyed.
"I'm helping you, what do you mean?" you innocently said, making eye contact with him for a split second.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, sweetie."
As he drove off to his apartment, you started to softly touch his now hard and throbbing cock through the cloth. Of course, you didn't undress him properly. He was driving after all. You only unzipped his pants and sneaked your hand around his briefs then.. in his briefs, touching his bare cock. He flinched again, because of the sudden cold feeling from your hand. You pumped his length for a moment, only to tease him. He needed to pay attention to the road, after all.
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As you arrived, he pushed you to the wall and started fiercly kissing you. A longed, wanted and lusted kiss, you'd say.
"Is this really what we're doing? Have you been only pretending to hate me all along?" he broke the kiss "Do you perhaps.. want me?"
You laughed bitterly, "Want you? I can barely stand you."
He grabs you by the waist, pulling himself closer. "And yet here we are, in my apartment. If you're here.. are you sure that what you're feeling it's hate?" he confidently said.
You whispered "Maybe I just want to punch you."
"Or maybe you just want me to fuck you."
"Then do it." you crushed your lips onto his.
He embraced you and lifted you up, placing you onto the dining table. He kissed you wildly, tongues interlocking and his hands all over you. Your breath hitched with every move of his, not knowing his very next move. He suddenly took your blouse off, leaving you only in your bra. You stopped him for a moment.
"I could ruin you with a single word." you scoffed, panting.
He leans in, eyes darkening "You’ve already ruined me."
You freeze for a second, "What’s that supposed to mean?"
His voice drops, gaze burning into hers "It means you’re in my head. Every second. And I hate it. I hate how much I want you."
You gasped at his words, but slightly happy with it. Who thought Yeosang would be so into you? He never showed it whatsoever. But that was in the past, now... his cock was straining against his briefs and rubbing against your crotch, while his lips travelled from your neck to your breasts. Within a single hand movement he unbuckled your bra, letting it fall besides you. He took you in his grip and he sat you on his lap, him sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard. As the two of you were still kissing, you took of his shirt, feeling up his muscles. Your action was followed by him lifting you up effortlessly undoing your jeans, leaving you in your panties and braless. You took that as an invitation to do something more to which, you started to softly grind against his still clothed leg. You let out soft whines while kissing him, trying to rush him but.. he was taking his sweet time.
"Are you tryna rush me?" he put his hands in your thighs and lifted you up a bit only to be able to take off his pants. He then put you back on his thigh but with a twist, he also took your panties off, now rubbing bare against his leg.
"Damn, already?" he softly touched your folds, feeling the wetness on his thigh.
"Don't flatter yourself, this means nothing" you scoffed, with an attitude. His fingers spread out your folds, you could now feel his thigh cold and wet against you.
You were grinding against him, unintentionally, “Get your hands off me before I break them.”
Yeosang chuckled, his hair ruffled and eyes dark, “Funny, I didn’t hear you complaining a second ago. You sure you want me to let go?”
You glared at him, “You’re infuriating. Always have been.”
Voice dripping with amusement and in a mocking tone, “Oh, I know. You’ve made that painfully clear. Yet here we are, and you’re still... pressed against me like this.”
“You’re insufferable. I swear I hate you.” you scoffed.
He pushed you on the bed and crawled over, onto your body. He took of his briefs and his cock sprung out, leaking with pre cum. He threw the cloth on the floor and pinned you down, hands above your head, watching you contently. He lifted your chin up with his free hand and continued his mocking.
“Hate, huh? Is that what you call this? Because your body’s telling a whole different story.”
“You wish. This means nothing. Less than nothing.” you almost growled at him, annoyed by his cockiness.
Yeosang mocked you, annoying the hell out of you, "Sure, sure. Is that why you’re trembling? Because of ‘nothing’?”, he lowers his voice, teasingly, “I didn’t think you’d be the type to get so worked up over losing control. Guess I was wrong about that too, huh?”
“I am not losing control!”
Smirking, his tone soft but taunting, “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But the more you fight it, the more obvious it gets. You can’t stand that you want this... want me."
“I don’t—”
He cut you off, “Oh, but you do. And it’s driving you crazy. Don’t worry, I’m enjoying every second of it.”
You gritted your teeth, unable to stop the force that was pulling you towards him, “I hate you.”
He laughs, “Keep saying it, maybe one day you’ll convince yourself.”
He flipped you over in an instant. He placed your hands at the back and held them thightly, then reached his hand to the nightstand. He took out something that you couldn't see, but it sounded like it was made of metal. When you felt it on your body it was as soon as you heard the faintest *click* and your hands were tied up.
"Oh, my god.." you gasped.
"What? You've been a fucking brat until now, don't be surprised at what's gonna happen, you little slut." he said, the little derogatory remark turning you on. "You did this to yourself."
He slightly slapped your ass once, making your back arch under his touch. He lifted your ass up, using two of his fingers to spread out your wet folds. He then started finger fucking you, stretching you out, your face buried in the mattress. He was hitting all your good spots, already feeling close from both his fingers and you grinding on him a moment ago.
"Yeosang !" you shouted, clenching onto his fingers. "I'm..c-close" you whispered.
"I absolutely don't care." and he pulled them out, fucking up your orgasm. He then lined himself up to your hole, pumped his cock a few times to lube it up with your juices, then went fully in, barelt bottoming out. You let out a loud moan, tears forming ij your eyes.
"This is for acting like a damn brat." he thrusted once with full force, his body slamming against yours.
"This is for going against my word" he did it a 2nd time.
"And.. this is for doing whatever you were tryna do in the car." and after he finished his words, he started fucking you forcefully. You felt yourself being really close again, but you didn't even bother telling him. You thought he'd fuck it up again.
He thrusted a few more times and you came, without telling him beforehand. But to your surprise, he didn't slow down. In fact, his hand travelled to your clit, now rubbing circles around it. You were basically going insane now, head spinning from all the action and overwhelmed by his surprisingly huge cock.
"I'll tell you something. I absolutely don't give a fuck how many times you'd need to finish to make me cum. You did this to yourself, little slut, so endure it." he was basically overstimulating you. Your legs felt weak, trembling and your hands, too. He took you in his embrace and flipped you over again, hands over your head and back resting on the mattress. He was still fucking you forcefully and rubbing your clit. It was not far until you were soon feeling the knot in your belly thighen, even faster than before. He saw your expression and figured you'd be close, to which he pinched your clit slightly and you came unannounced. He basically.. forced you? But it wasn't even a surprise anymore. You were fucked dumbm Dizzy. On his nerves, too, and it wasn't helping at all.
"I'm close, sweetie" he said, crashing his lips onto yours. Your tongues interlocked, he was basically making love to you, but more lustful, needy and longed. Within a few thrusts, bottoming out with each of them and after hitting your cervix a couple of time, the two of you came at the same time. You felt yourself getting filled up by his load, to which he slowed down his thrusts and finally came to a stop.
He slowly got off you and uncuffed your hands, rubbing your red wrists. He was back to being his caring, loving but annoying self.
"I hate you, Yeosang. But oh my god, this was damn hot" you whispered, head still dizzy.
"Want me to fuck you dumb again?" he said.
"I mean.. not now, but..ah cmon, I can't stamd that grin on your face" you got interrupted by his exasperating mimic.
"You love me, y/n."
"Maybe, maybe not." you smirked at him.
"Get up. let's get you washed. If you annoy me on the way I'll consider a 2nd round."
When you wanted to stand up, you saw your phone vibrating intensely on the floor.
"Oh fuck." you said.
"What?"
"It's Jongho!"
"Shit. ANSWER HIM!?" Yeosang said, slightly panicking.
"AND WHAT AM I GONNA TELL HIM? HI HELLO I'M OVER AT YEOSANG? HE'S GONMA SAY I'M NUTS!" you shouted.
"Just tell him I dropped you off after you got too tipsy. That's the least I'd do as his friend. Now, if you ever shout at me again, consider yourself dammed, babe"
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