#the way i love this tiny moment? this exact reaction ????
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aenslem · 9 months ago
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oh no, im once again rewatching the immunity syndrome
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thinkinonsense · 4 months ago
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dbf!logan who adores taking care of you *mdni
a/n: sorry if this doesn't fit the exact vibe lmao i kinda went off script with this one
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logan and your father have been close friends for quite some time now. They met at one of your father's odd jobs and around the time that you first started university was when logan met you.
the prettiest young thing he's ever seen. it didn't take long for logan to sink his claws into you and make you his.
it started out innocently, logan would catch you rushing out of the house to go on a date with some frat guy and he would stop you at the door.
"might wanna pull down that dress, bunny." logan said, reaching down to tug at the tiny red dress you were wearing. "don't want 'em thinkin' that you're easy, right?"
his sweet condescending words send a flush of heat up to your cheeks. logan had never spoken to you like that; no one had really.
"right, mr.howlett." you nodded, avoiding his piercing gaze. "t-thanks."
logan hated seeing you leave with some asshole who didn't know how to treat a girl like you. only he could handle you.
as the months passed, logan finally made his mark on you. he had been waiting it out for too long; tormented by images of you kissing guys that you didn't even like. he hated how you would come back with messy hair and a frown on your face from a night of disappointment. on logan's way out, he would pass you on the porch and fix your hair for you. see? he wasn't too bad after all.
you wanted logan and he knew it for certain, he could smell you and there was no escaping that.
"come sit." logan stated, startling you. your father had a work emergency to take care of, he said he would be right back but it's already been ten minutes alone with logan.
carefully, you decide to sit on the other end of the couch; farthest away from his thick thighs were spread for his own comfort.
"closer, bunny." he instructs, patting his lap for you to sit. "i don't bite."
you hesitated for a second before taking a seat on the dark denim material. it tickled the back of your bare thighs a little.
"i'm not sure about this, mr.howlett." your voice was meek; eyes staring down at his belt buckle rather than up at his hazel ones. "my father should be back soon."
"we've got enough time." logan assured, lacing a hand through your hair, pulling you closer until your lips meet.
everything started out slow, logan didn't want to scare you away. it wasn't until he felt you moving on top of him, that he deepened the kiss and slipped his hand under your shirt.
you shouldn't want someone like logan; broken beyond repair, old enough to be your parent, and someone who waited you out for his own selfish needs.
"l-l-logan." you pant against his lips, grey beard tickling you softly.
his belt buckle catches on your cotton underwear, causing your eyes to roll back. logan adored every sound that fell from your lips. engraving every moment into his brain. your little reactions to the friction reminded that none of these boys you wasted your time with knew how to care for you like he does.
neither of you were exactly sure how much time had passed but sooner than you would like, a car pulled into the driveway.
logan was the first to pull away from the kiss, admiring his hard work. he loved how messy you got while kissing him. your eyes a daze and a blissed out smile upon your lips.
"ya made a mess on that pretty face, sweetheart." he whispers wiping your smeared red lipstick and adjusting your top.
you liked being logan's dirty little secret and he enjoyed riling you up any chance he got; whether it was quick heated kisses while waiting for your father to come back the garage with those tools logan asked to borrow, or if he had a couple minutes to lift up that short skirt that's been plaguing his mind all day long.
one thing about being with an older man like logan is that he took care of you like how you deserved.
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erensfeed · 1 month ago
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Everyone wished they had a relationship like yours and Zayne’s.
You were the kind of couple people watched with faint fond smiles, whispering to each other on how deeply in love you two looked.
The way Zayne’s steady calmness balanced with your playful energy, and how he’d give you soft smiles whenever you teased him, made nearby people admire you both dearly.
What was there not to like?
With what is said on opposites attracting? You were the perfect example because the two of you effortlessly made the impossible look easy wherever you went.
Zayne’s coworkers had noticed the change first—the way he’d started smiling more when his phone buzzed, or how he didn’t mind when they teased him about whatever text you’d sent that left him blushing.
He hadn’t been like that before. You didn’t know how much you’d pulled him out of a shell most people assumed he’d never leave. You could say you had some idea but not the full extent.
Whenever you would come visit, his coworkers would joke in a quiet, almost reverent way, about how different Zayne had become since he started dating you. At work, he’d always been that quiet guy who only spoke when he was spoken to. But after you? He was different. He smiled and even laughed more, even at jokes he would never. Genuine, full laughs that were so warm and inviting, prior to his cold and stoic reactions — until one got to know him at least.
Hanging out with both you and Zayne always felt like something also worth remembering.
There was a time at your favorite ice cream shop, you’d invited Greyson and Yvonne to tag along with you both. It was supposed to be a casual quick dessert hangout after work, but you thought it would be one of those moments that would be better shared with others.
Zayne had just finished a quick call that cut through your light conversation a bit, and you’d barely waited for him to put his phone back in his pocket before you sneaked your spoon toward his ice cream dish. With an instinctive and quite effortless flick, he caught you in the act, his spoon blocking yours.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t think I would catch that?” Zayne narrowed his eyes at you, as he was watching your face shift into a shocked expression with a small smirk.
You’d almost forgotten that your boyfriend had such a sweet tooth and you were playing a dangerous game.
“Hey, I was testing the quality control!”
“Oh, really?” While you were distracted by looking at him, he took advantage of the opening and scooped a generous bite from your bowl instead. “How’s this for quality?”
You watched, even more amused, as he took a chunk of your ice cream with a tiny victorious smile. “You did not.”
As his smile grew, he shrugged innocently, the spoon sliding back into his mouth before you decided to go for an even bigger scoop from his. But he caught you again, once more blocking your move with such swiftness.
“No, you are so gonna pay for that,” You laughed as you basically just declared a dessert war on him, making everyone at your table laugh along.
What followed was a tiny duel of clinking spoons, your mock battle ever so intense, that your friends couldn’t help but watch with endearing smiles. It didn’t matter if their own desserts would melt because they didn’t mind. They loved seeing Zayne like that.
They loved seeing you both like that.
。𖦹 ° . ⋆
Zayne glanced down at his phone on the same restaurant’s table, the lock screen lighting up with a picture of you lovingly pressing a kiss to his cheek, staring back at him. A notification buzzed through—perhaps something mundane—but he couldn’t bring himself to open it.
It’d been a year.
Nothing could ever be as important.
Even though the ice cream didn’t taste the same anymore since he lost you, he finished it in silence anyway. Before leaving, he left a generous tip on the table, then stepped out into the autumn drizzle.
The air was crisp, cool against his face, and tinged with rain.
This was the exact kind of weather you used to love.
The kind you would’ve shared a kiss in, or maybe even played around together with him in, until you caught a cold when it started raining and he had to take care of you, despite his warnings about how terrible of an idea it would be.
At the thought, the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips before it slowly vanished again.
As Zayne slipped into his car, the rain began to pick up, hitting the windshield in a familiar, rhythmic pattern. He glanced at the passenger seat, the space you used to occupy still empty, making him look ahead once more as he started the car.
He drove aimlessly for a while, the streets blurring in the rain. He passed the street where you’d first bumped into him, spilling your drink all over his jacket in the most chaotic yet loveable way. He remembered how embarrassed you were, how quickly you apologized, how beautiful you were when flustered.
How he…
He trailed off in his thoughts. Then he let out a shaky exhale before swallowing hard, trying to think of any other thing. He couldn’t help himself as he looked outside the window.
You really would’ve loved the weather today.
Gloomy yet soft, with just the right amount of rain to make you sigh contentedly and lean into his warmth.
He knows you would have.
He would’ve also loved the chance to experience that moment with you.
At work, his coworkers had long noticed it. They’d started whispering again too. They’d noticed how he’d stopped smiling again, how the sharpness in his eyes had returned, how he barely spoke unless absolutely necessary. How he was here but not really here.
It was now like every part of him had locked up.
For good this time.
They had never seen him like this before—not even before you. He’d really shut himself off completely, the only thing left of him being the rigid, distant exterior he had perfected in the years before you ever came into his life.
“Dr. Zayne?”
Greyson’s voice pulled him back to the present as he held the coffee cup he got him. Greyson’s eyes searched his face for a sign of recognition, but all he found again was the same cold, empty look Zayne had been wearing for months now.
“Oh, thank you,” he accepted the drink, stiffly, then gently settled it down on his desk, never meeting Greyson’s worried gaze.
Greyson watched him for a beat too long, waiting for something — maybe a sign that Zayne was still in there somewhere. But Zayne didn’t meet his eyes. He couldn’t.
If he looked… if he acknowledged the concern there, it might break him.
So instead, he focused on the screen in front of him, typing mechanically, anything to drown out the silence between them. Taking that as a cue to leave, Greyson softly nodded and did so, knowing that any attempt to try to talk would once again be a fail.
When Greyson walked outside, he met the eyes of the hospital coworkers gathered outside Zayne’s door. They shook their heads, exchanging sad, disappointed glances.
Another day without a full conversation with Zayne.
Another day of keeping everyone out.
Another day without you.
Zayne knew it all and it hurt him.
But he also knew that it was easier this way. Easier to keep everything locked down. Easier to pretend he didn’t feel the ache in his chest every time he thought of you, especially after they asked how he was.
Easier to be the Zayne everyone used to know, the one who never showed any sign of vulnerability.
And yet, he also knew that you wouldn’t have wanted this for him. You wouldn’t have wanted him to shut the world out. Not for you.
You always believed in him, knew how strong he was. How mentally stronger than he thought he was. You’d never quit reminding him in all your moments together.
But now, as he sat there in the silence, it felt impossible to hold onto any of that.
The truth was he didn’t know how to do this — all this anymore.
He didn’t know how to keep pretending.
The moon was out again tonight, the same one you used to talk to him under, on those long, quiet summer nights when you two would lie on a blanket in the grass in your backyard, your head resting on his chest.
He hated how it felt to look at it now.
So far away, so unreachable.
He remembered how you used to compare him to the moon, even though he felt otherwise. He always thought of you as his light in the dark, which made him start calling you his moonlight too.
At the memory, he stared into the serene night sky as the moon cast a pure pale glow, his eyes glimmering, holding back the storm of emotion within.
“I miss you,” he managed to whisper, his voice breaking on the words. “So much.”
But the moon didn’t respond.
And for the first time in a long time, Zayne wasn’t sure he could keep going without you.
It’d been a year, after all.
A year since he lost his moon.
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igotanidea · 3 months ago
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Childlike honesty: Jason Todd x single!mom!reader
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Jason never thought he could be falling in love so quickly.
Arguably too quickly, but she was so different from anyone he knew.
Different from all the girls, all the women, all the people in the world.
Seeing right past through his crap, and his façade and not being afraid to confront him about it.
Aiming arrows at his insecurities, exposing them painfully, only to soothe the stinging with a few well-chosen words and smiles that made him melt.
So yes, he would dare go as far as to say that after merely a few months of dating, he was in love.
And though it might spook her, he had to tell her, simply because there was no way to contain it inside his poor, shattered heart.
And judging the risk, between telling her like an adult and blurting it out in the least appropriate moment like a silly teen, the former seemed less daunting.
And that was how he found himself knocking at her door in the early morning (too early!) on Saturday (she might have been sleeping!), ready to pour his heart out.
“Coming!” her slightly muffled voice came from behind the door and his heart picked up the pace. The key rattled in the lock and there she was. With her hair a mess, remnants of sleep still in her eyes, squinting a little at the light coming from the stairwell.
So beautiful. He thought, but pursed his lips, hiding the words under a teasing smirk to prevent himself from doing the exact thing he planned not to.
“Jason. Hey!” her smile grew wide when she saw him and instinctively she leaned to peck his cheek “What are you doing here this early? Shouldn’t you be resting after night’s activities?”
“Don’t know what you’re implying.” He scoffed playfully, before turning a bit more serious “I just wanted to see you, princess. I got something important to tell you and – um… Actually, can I come inside? I’d rather not have all your elderly neighbors prying in on us.”
“Come inside?” she repeated as if her brain was not fully awake yet “you want to come in? I mean – of course you want to come in” she chuckled awkwardly. “Haha! That’s actually funny because—"
“Y/N.” Jason frowned, not liking her reaction at all, his mind swirling with possible explanations of her erratic behavior and nervousness. “Are you with someone? Are you with a guy?” shit, shit, shit. Just a thought that she might have had fun with someone else stung.
“It’s not what you think—” she started, trying to gather herself, but the sentence was cut off abruptly by another persona in this three-person drama.
“Mommy…?”
Mommy?!
Jason looked down, noticing a little boy, perhaps 3 or 4 years old, standing behind Y/N’s legs, his tiny arms wrapped around her calf. Kid’s e/c eyes, spitting image of Y/N’s were locked on Jason as the boy put his thumb in his mouth and started sucking on it.
“Theo!” she exclaimed, picking the boy from the ground and stopping him from the action. “Honey, how many times have I told you? Big boys do not suck their thumbs. You’re too smart for that, aren’t you?”
“I’m a big boy.” Theo repeated, obediently releasing his finger and wrapping his little hands on Y/N;s neck, nuzzling into her.
“You are.” Y/N smiled, ruffling boy’s hair “and a very good one too. Mommy’s proud of you.”
“Mommy!?”
Y/N spun towards the door abruptly. For a second, she completely forgot that Jason was still standing in the frame, with his eyes wide and mouth half-open, having just discovered her secret. She turned pale then red then pale again
“Jason--”
“What does it mean!?”
“Please stop yelling.”
“Is this some sort of game to you!? You have a son!?”
“Could you please calm down and –”
“You have a son!”
For Theo’s sake she stifled the curse that was forming deep in her throat. But the fact that Jason yelling was already starting to attract attention and one of the elderly neighbors peeked from behind the door, giving y/n a death look, she had to take action. Fixing the grip on her son, she somehow managed to grab Jason’s hand and drag him inside the apartment, locking the door and exhaling heavily.
“Yes. I have a son. It’s not like this is some kind of supernatural occurrence.”
“You have a son!”
“Mommy, why is he screaming so loud?” Theo whined and covered his little ears, which actually made Jason feel a little guilty. It was just a kid and he was behaving like a total ass. “I thought it was bad to scream?”
“It is, love.” Y/N kissed Theo’s forehead “It is, but sometimes people do it either way. Now, could you please go and play with your toys in the room? Mommy’s gotta talk to her friend ok? It’s important. Can you be a good boy for mommy?”
“Yeah…” Theo nodded, and when Y/N placed him back onto the ground he rushed off to his room, grabbing a plushy dinosaur discarded on the floor.
Y/N led him away with his eyes, and only when Theo was completely involved in his play she let out another exhale, letting her shoulders sink and turned to face Jason.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“No I don’t want anything to drink, I want a fucking explanation!”
“Hey! No swearing! There’s a kid here!”
“I’m sorry…”
“You should be. But you’re right too. I owe you an explanation. Come, sit.” She gestured towards the couch, the furthest from Theo’s room.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“About Theo?”
“No about the Big Bang Theory.” He was an ass, but couldn’t hide the sarcasm and anger. “Of course I’m talking about the kid. Theo? That’s his name?”
“Yeah. It’s after –”
“I don’t really care about the etymology of the name, Y/N. Why did you lie to me?”
“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you the truth.”’
“Why?”
“Because you never asked.”
“Oh come on, seriously!? That’s a childish argument and besides, it’s not like this I’m asking every girl I’m dating if she maybe has kids! Not exactly the first thing that comes to mind when meeting someone!”
“Please. Sit down. Come on, don’t cut me out. Let me explain this-“
“Fine!” he muttered, plumping on the couch, arms crossed, face unreadable, putting on his most unapproachable exterior “talk.”
She sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. He had every right to be angry, but zero right to judge her about her past and this time she was going to be honest. If truth meant the end of their blooming relationship so be it. Better to know.
“Theo’s dad was an asshole. A mistake.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
“Will you let me talk!?” he patted the top of his head, and despite himself Jason chuckled at the gesture. “It's not like I got into the bed with the guy I had just met! You should know better!”
“I know better. That’s the exact reason why I’m still sitting here listening to you instead of running away.”
“Me and Theo’s dad…” she continued “we had been dating for a few years before it happened. He got drunk, I was young and stupid, letting him do too much, we ended up in the bed and the next thing I knew, I was pregnant.”
“And?”
“Well, like I said, he was an asshole, which turned out pretty quickly. He never wanted kids and the fact that I had a bun in the oven was not compliant with his plan for life.”
“Please don’t tell me that this fucker—” Jason started, clenching his fists at the thought what Y/N must have been through.
“First, he told me to get rid of the problem. And obviously, I refused. So he changed tactics, trying to threaten me into getting an abortion. And I refused again. So he got aggressive.”
“Did he hit you!?” Jason’s protective instincts kicked in, the anger and sense of betrayal slowly giving way to completely other feelings towards her.
“No. He wouldn’t dare. But at some point he just left. Leaving me with a kid on the way.”
“Y/N…”
“It’s okay. I’m better without him anyway. Me and Theo both. He didn’t deserve to be called a man, let alone a father.”
“I’m so sorry, princess…”
“Theo was born prematurely. It was my seventh month and I was still working when my water broke and a friend drove me to the hospital. He was so tiny and –” her eyes filled with tears and Jason immediately moved to wrap arms around her, as if shielding her from the pain of the past. “I spent first six months of his life in the NICU, almost sleeping on the floor, scared to death that—”
“shh…” his hands cradled her closer to his chest, rubbing her back, brushing her hair, kissing the top of her head “Shhh, Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You are so brave.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before—" she sobbed
“Hush, love. Don’t apologize. Just tell me why you didn’t tell me? Were you scared?”
“I was. But not for the reason you might think.”
“Huh?”
“We’ve been dating for what? Six months? As important as you are to me Jason , I don't know if this is permanent. And Theo-“ her voice broke “- he deserves stability. He didn't know his father for god's sake, and it is not like you can just explain it to a kid that his father didn't want him. Or me. So tell me, how could I have told you about him when I was scared that - that—”
“You were scared that I’d leave you too.” Jason cupped her cheek, looking straight into her eyes “that I’d leave like everyone else.”
“Yeah… And I’d understand If you’d want to…”
“I’m not leaving you, princess. You’re stuck with me.” He leaned forward, softly brushing his lips over hers.
Y/N reciprocated his kiss and even though they were both trying to control themselves, the fire in them ignited quickly as the making out became a little more intense, a little more steamy, his hands traveled to her waist, pulling her onto his lap, sneaking under her shirt to touch her soft skin—
“No…” he pulled back, using all his strength to do so. “We can’t do it here, can we?”
“Not really.” She chuckled, squinting towards Theo’s room. “Me and him, we’re kind of a package deal.”
“Oh yeah, I got the memo.” He smirked, pinching her waist playfully, setting her back on the couch. “Can’t say I like it now, but—”
“Would you like to meet him?” she interjected in the moment of spontaneity 
“Your son?”
“Yes.” She nodded, absolutely sure about her decision. “And not just by yelling on the doorstep, but by officially meeting him?”
“I—” Jason stuttered. Even he could understand that this was important. Y/N was looking at him with hope and silent encouragement in his eyes. A sign of trust that could never be put into words. She actually wanted him to meet her son. Which meant, she was serious about him. About them. “Yeah… yeah, I think I’d like to meet the kid…”
“You would?” she smiled brightly, her eyes shining
“Yeah…” he smiled back, reaching to hug her and she gladly dived into his arms, holding him for dear life “Thank you… Thank you Jason…”
“Of course, princess…” he whispered with a lump in his throat from all the emotions. Though that was the perfect moment to tell her how he felt about their relationship, that he was in love with her, he just couldn’t, opting to stay silent and just live in the moment.
“Mommy?” Sudden, quiet little voice came from behind and Theo came to view, holding onto his plushie looking as cute as only a 3 (or 4, Jason was terrible at assessing age) year old kid can.
“Theo, hey. Come here, kiddo, I’d like you to meet someone.”
Y/N opened her arms to the child and he approached the couch, climbing up with his mother’s help and settling on her knees.
“This is Jason. He's someone very important to me. Can you say hi?” Y/N encouraged her son to shake Jason's hand.
 “Hi… I’m Theo…”
“Hey buddy.” Jason reached for his little fingers, squeezing them gently, reminding himself that this boy was in fact a delicate being, not like the goons and vigilantes he was used to. And honestly, the sensation of a little soft hand in his big and calloused one sent goosebumps over his body, though Jason would never admit it out loud. “Um… nice to meet you, I’m Jason.”
Theo tilted his head a little, staring Jason up and down with those piercing eyes and for some reason it felt like this little kid was judging a grown-ass man. Subconsciously assessing whether this one would be good for his mom and whether they would become friends. And it was quite a humbling experience.
“Mommy? Is that the guy whose photo you have on your phone?" Suddenly Theo blurted.
“Oh, a photo?” Jason teased, throwing Y/N a glance, immediately picking up the subject before she could intervene and stop this child-like honesty. “On her phone, huh? And what does your mom do with this photo?”
“She looks at it. When she lays down to sleep and she thinks and I don’t notice. She looks at it and smiles.”
“Oh really?’
“Yes. I like her happy.”
“Me too buddy…” Jason felt his heart flutter “Me too…” the look he sent Y/N was full of love and affection, making her blush a little. 
“I think she likes you. She almost never smiles like that.”
“Is that so? Is that true, Y/n, do you like me?” 
Y/N hid face in her hands, embarrassed at the entire situation
“Okay, that’s enough bonding for one day. Who wants ice cream?” 
She picked Theo up and walked towards the kitchen with Jason close on their feet with the happiest grin on his face. He could already tell that in time he and Theo were going to be good friends. 
to be continued <?>
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hannieehaee · 1 year ago
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Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a scenario(or reaction) where maybe you had a day planned with a member but they canceled to hangout with the guys, not realizing it was your birthday. I love your writing and angst so this would be perfect 4 me 🤭 thank you!! (Also for the member, maybe hhu 👉👈)
them accidentally ditching you on your bday - hhu
hhu, vu, pu
content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, mingyu's is a teeny tiny bit suggestive (they're mentioned to shower together, but nothing sexual occurs), etc.
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wc: 2903
a/n: sorry it took me so long to get to this T-T i liked the prompt so i wanted to write something a lil longer hehe anyways tysm for reading and for requesting <3 pls lmk if anyone wants a vocal/perf unit version!
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seungcheol -
seungcheol always had a tendency of being a tiny bit extra when it came to his birthday. he expected all friends and family to be punctual on that day with a gift and some heartfelt congratulations. if you didn't wish him happy birthday at 12am on the dot, you were just not that good of a friend to him and he'd remember that moment with disdain.
in the same way that he was extra on his own birthday, he liked to do the same for his closest loved ones. he was always ready at 12 o'clock with some words of love and appreciation ready. he'd have had the gift ready months in advance. even on other people's special day, he wanted to stand out a little; show how good of a friend he was. there were no questions to he made about your birthday. you, his favorite person in the world. if he was ever going to make a day special, it was that one. he would count down the days until its arrival. it was always such a sweet gesture from him, you thought. which was why it was very weird of him to not be present right now. or all day, for that matter.
it was your birthday. you had planned this day with seungcheol a few weeks in advance. all you wanted was a calm day with your boyfriend, even cancelling plans on friends and family who had also wanted to keep you company on your special day. you were originally just going to eat a nice dinner with your boyfriend on whichever day of the week you had off that week, not minding whether it actually fell on your birthday or not. but your boyfriend had insisted on celebrating on the exact date, even telling you to call off work, claiming he would do the same once the day came. except those plans seemed to fall through.
you'd gone to sleep a bit early, deciding not to wait on your boyfriend to arrive from dance practice and just sleep in preparation for whatever cheol had planned for tomorrow. you assumed he would wake you up upon his arrival, which wouldve been a bit before midnight. you'd woken up confused when you had looked at the clock the next morning and noticed it was 6am, not having been awoken by him, nor spotting him in your room. he always left before you woke up, but today was supposed to be a day off for him, so it was all very odd. it continued like this for a few hours, until you gave up on waiting for his arrival and just called him. it was only 10am by now, so maybe he had left for some preparations not expecting you to wake up so early, but your phone calls went unanswered. for hours. it eventually became the afternoon. you had given up on calling him at around 2 oclock, realizing he just wasn't going to show.
by 5pm, you were beyond sad. the same man who whined and pouted at you if you dared wish him a happy birthday at 12:02am had also forgotten your birthday, clearly not even having called off of work that day (you'd checked his location some hours back, he was at the hybe building). he hadn't even bothered to check his phone all day either. you weren't usually one to get emotional, but this felt like a punch in the gut. you had gone out of your way to spend the day with your boyfriend, having been promised an amazing day, but were now just some forgotten rag, less important than his usual work day.
he arrived a little earlier than yesterday. whenever he left early in the morning, he arrived in the afternoon. it was now 6pm, and you had spent the whole day moping. you grabbed the cake you'd both left in the fridge a few days back, not caring anymore and just eating it out of sadness. that might've been cheol's first guess upon walking in, as you saw his smile fall the moment he landed his eyes on you, 'happy birthday' cake sitting across from you on the coffee table.
his eyes widened at the realization, and much more at your dejected appearance, "oh my god, babe, i'm so-"
you sighed, "you don't have to say it."
he quickly approached you, dropping his bag and coat before having hung them upon his entrance, "no! fuck, i'm so fucking sorry. i have no idea how it slipped my mind, i- i forgot to call off in advance, and it threw off my entire schedule. i swear i just forgot, i'm so fucking sorry, baby," he was rambling now, probably realizing how let down you were by his slip up.
"it doesn't matter, cheol. it's just a birthday. i'll just ... i'll just celebrate with my family next week or something. don't worry about it," you knew you didn't mean your words, but you also felt it useless to try and blame cheol.
"wait! it's only six. we can still do something! do you wanna go out? i'll take you to dinner. how does that sound?"
"i ... i don't really feel like it, cheol. i think i'll just go meet up with a friend. she called me last week asking to meet up, but i cancelled on her. i just wanted to wait for you to get back before i left. i'll see you in the morning," you knew you were being a little immature, but if he had wanted to be with you, he would've put in the effort.
"oh. you're sleeping over? but i thought ..."
"yeah. i'll just see you tomorrow when you get back from practice. yeah? bye, cheol."
you left without saying much else, feeling guilty at his look of rejection. you felt badly about leaving him on his own like this, but you knew there was no way for you to spend time with your boyfriend right now without feeling like an idiot.
wonwoo -
wonwoo had never felt like more of an asshole.
wonwoo had never been too big on birthdays, specially his own. to him it was just another day. it was only his family, friends (and carats, of course) who ever made that day special to him. if it had been up to him? he would probably even forget about the day, but he had the fortune to have a lot of people in his life who loved and cared about him enough to cherish that day as if it were a national holiday. and you were one of those people. you would always shower wonwoo with love, but you'd go a little extra hard on his birthday, catering to every need you think he may have and even going as far as creating an entire itinerary of things he enjoys to do throughout the day. you were a little ray of sunshine that would somehow make him look forward to his birthday, something very uncharacteristic of him. which was why he had never felt like a bigger asshole than right now.
today was your birthday. a day which wonwoo had looked forward to for two years now. he had wanted to celebrate your following birthday with you, maybe plan something elaborate for you for once, but he had unfortunately been on tour at the time, causing you to be separated during that day. this only made him want to put even more effort into your birthday next year, which was now. today. the day in which he had ultimately forgotten your birthday.
there was not much to it. he had a nice day planned for you. he wasn't too good with surprises, so he had let you know in advance, allowing you to prepare yourself accordingly. you both had work that day, so he had planned a candlelit dinner for you, having even learned how to cook your favorite foods just to add that extra layer of care. the original plan was to come home from work early - earlier than you - and follow the recipes he had gone over with mingyu a few times over the past few weeks. it was simple, concise and direct. there was very little room for failure. but it had still somehow managed to slip his mind. he wanted to blame mingyu for his insistence in going back to their shared apartment after practice, something about some game he wanted to show him. but he couldnt blame his clueless friend, it wasnt his responsibility to know your birthday. he'd sworn he would only stay for an hour and then promptly leave to go home to you, but one hour turned into two and then three. it was a genuine slip of his mind, but that didn't make a difference.
wonwoo was quite surprised upon picking up his phone from where he'd left it charging upon arriving to his apartment, not realizing it had stayed on do not disturb the entire time. he was welcomed by a myriad of messages from you, all of them ranging in emotion.
from jagiya 💘:
(4:25) nonu?
(4:25) are you coming home soon?
(5:07) okay, its been almost an hour now. is everything okay?
(6:35) baby?
(6:48) i tried calling you already. where are you?
(6:48) just checked ur location and ur at ur apt. did you forget?
(9:02) it's been over two hours now ...
(9:15) okay, nevermind. don't come. we can just do this another day.
(9:16) i'll be out with some friends. goodnight.
his heart dropped more and more the more he read. he immediately went to call you and spam with responses, but found no reply from you. it only served him right. he would now spend the rest of the night dreading how to make it up to you, feeling the worst guilt he'd ever felt.
mingyu -
you'd always thought of mingyu as one of the sweetest men alive. he had helped you restore your faith in humanity, seeing him as the prime example of what a man should be. he was the most selfless person you'd ever met. ever since you'd begun dating (and even before that, if we're being honest), he had always been at your beck and call, providing you with anything you could possibly need. he'd love and take care of you in ways that you hadn't imagined possible. you'd never been disappointed by mingyu. but now you realize maybe you had flown too close to the sun. mingyu was just human after all. you shouldn't have felt as disappointed as you did. but you couldn't help your emotions, nor did you want to blame yourself over this.
the issue at hand was, today was your birthday. today, at least basing it on prior years, was always filled with the utmost love and affection a person could ever experience. all courtesy of one kim mingyu. he would wake you up with breakfast, rush you into the shower and hold you close to him as he washed your hair and whispered words of affirmation in your ear. he would proceed to take you somewhere pretty and have a full on photoshoot as he hyped you up from behind the camera. he would plan some special outing for the evening and end the day with a moonlit dinner from the beautiful view from his apartment's balcony. it was always such a dream. but this birthday in particular had been the outlier.
he unfortunately had a comeback on the same week of your birthday, causing his schedule to be more hectic than usual. he had a few things scheduled for your birthday itself, but knowing mingyu you knew he would at least come home to you that night and shower you with as much love as his exhausted self could. but that never came. you waited and waited, knowing mingyu's day had ended hours ago. at some point you simply gave up and called him, wondering where he was, if maybe something was wrong. however, his response was one that left you feeling dejected, something mingyu had never made you feel.
"gyu? where are you?", you'd said as soon as he picked up.
"hm? hi, baby. i'm at the shared apartment. wonwoo hyung wanted to leave early today. what's up, baby?"
not even a quick 'happy birthday'? did he really not remember? you felt kind of embarrassed at having gotten your hopes up for yet another year of special treatment from your boyfriend.
"uhh, nothing gyu. just checking in. are you staying there tonight?"
"yeah. thought it'd be easier since it's a bit closer to the company than your place. is that okay? sorry, baby. i shouldve let you know beforehand," even when he was unknowingly hurting your feelings he managed to be a sweetheart.
"it's fine, gyu. have a goodnight. you must be tired."
"okay, pretty," he giggled boyishly at the phone, fully clueless of your feelings, "sleep tight. love you!"
"yeah, bye."
you'd never hung up on him before a quick 'i love you' before. it mightve a dumb thing to even care about, but you knew that to mingyu's romantic nature it meant everything. which is why you weren't surprised when twenty minutes later your phone began to be flooded by calls and messages from the man, at first wondering why you had hung up like that, only to then evolve into him begging for forgiveness as he explained that he had forgotten your special day, and that it had taken wonwoo's reminder that your birthday fell this week for him to realize his mistake. but this was now his problem to deal with. if he wanted forgiveness, he'd have to come and get it.
vernon -
vernon had a bit of a tendency of being forgetful. it only came hand in hand with his tendency of being a little distracted while out and about. he wasn't careless by any means, but he could sometimes be too in his own world to notice what happened around him. which would sometimes get him into hot waters with you.
he hadn't noticed your hints, he swears! he didn't hear the suggestive tones nor the subtle nudges you'd been giving him for the past month. he hadn't thought much of it when you began texting him about places you two should visit soon, nor when you'd began to talk more about certain interests you'd been having as of late. he had just assumed you were trying to make conversation, so he treated it as such.
when your birthday had actually come, vernon hadn't known it was anything other than an ordinary day. he woke up, making sure to not wake you in the process. he'd gotten up, headed to the company, and followed his regular schedule. it was a particularly busy day, so going on his phone had been mostly out of the question. the two of you weren't really in the habit of texting much throughout the day, usually choosing to just catch up with each other at night when you could lay in bed together and dissect each other's days. he spent a majority of the day fully disconnected from outside contact, focusing solely on the harsh new choreo they needed to memorize for next week's awards show. he knew you were aware it was a busy time of the year for the industry he worked in, so he felt it fine to stay a little extra time today without messaging you first. this was something that happened from time to time anyway, so it shouldn'tve been a problem, right? or at least that's what he thought until he finally plucked his phone out of his bag, where it had been hiding the entire day.
from: baby 😖:
(9:23) u left so early :((
(9:23) shouldve woken me up so i could say goodbye!
(12:58) nonnie, it's been a few hours now ... did u forget something?
(1:20) no reply still?
(1:21) did you actually forget? :(
(1:21) i've been hinting at it for a month. i thought u were being obtuse on purpose :(
(1:48) can u at least come home a little early today? im sure soonyoung wont mind
(2:35) okay, ill take that as a no :(
(4:48) hansol ...
(6:12) okay, i guess you're gonna be home later than usual today.
(7:10) it's my birthday btw, in case it didnt click by now.
(7:16) maybe you should stay at the dorms tonight. not really in the mood for you to spend the night. im sorry. love you
fucking hell. vernon had never felt like more of a careless asshole. he had spent the entire day away from you, completely clueless to the fact that it was the love of his life's birthday. you weren't one to ask for much, so he knew a simple happy birthday accompanied by even just his presence for a shared meal wouldve been more than enough to make you happy. but his stupid distracted self couldn't even muster enough care for that. he wasnt sure what to do now. should he go to your apartment and beg for forgiveness? or stay here, like a dog with his tail between his legs as he pondered some way to make it up to you? all he knew was that he messed up. hugely.
a/n: i hate writing unresolved angst but uhh yeah if u want a pt 2 lmk <3
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consciouscarrot · 2 months ago
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day 30 - small affections [n.romanoff]
natasha romanoff x fem!reader
content warnings; nada, just fluff :)
notes; only one more day after this :( i’ve enjoyed this more than i thought i would, and i can’t believe i’ve actually managed to commit this long lmao. anyways, have this short little fic with natty <3
kinktober/flufftober masterlist
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rosy, early morning light peaked through the curtains, just bright enough to be able to properly see as you lay facing nat in your bed, crisp air flooding the room and watching eachother quietly, content to just enjoy her company.
half lidded eyes flitted over your features, observing you in turn, copper hair tied back, further exposing her skin to you. she reached over languidly, fingertips sliding along your forearm, over the tender skin of your inner rest before she began to trace over the lines of your palm, a barely there touch that made you shudder.
watching your every reaction, she paid particular attention to what you were sure was your love line, her lips stretching into a tiny smirk at your light blush.
you blinked slowly, eyelids almost refusing to open, as if gooey honey had oozed over them, sticking them shut.
you tried to fight the sleepiness washing over you at her affection, frowning at the fact that you may not be able to stay staring at her for too much longer.
she smiles at you, watching you desperately try to fight off sleep, fingers continuing their movements, repetitive motions soothing you further.
she could pinpoint the exact moment you give into sleep, your breaths evening out and face softening to a look of innocence that could only be achieved when asleep, absolutely no worries on your delicate mind.
nat watched you for a little longer, feeling so full of love that she could burst, chuckling quietly to herself at the way your fingers twitch every so often and you let out little murmurs of gibberish, listening intently to your deep inhales.
she drifted off next to you as the sunlight finally turned from warm to cool, dreamily sighing with her hand still placed on top of yours.
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sanemistar · 1 month ago
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⋅˚₊‧ ᡣ𐭩 mini love rival
contains ★ dad!tanjiro x fem!reader, fluff, established relationship (married with an unnamed son), 0.5k+ wc. ノ requested for my milestone event.
event m.list ★ kny m.list
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you’re sat on the soft bed in your shared bedroom with tanjiro. you’ve got your sleepy son, who’s a carbon copy of your husband, an exact mini version of him, in your lap. you look at him and you’re reminded once again of your husband. you hug your son while placing loving kisses on his cheek. you chuckle when a string of drool dribbles from the corner of his tiny lips onto your shirt, and a soft smile decorates your face as you look at his peaceful sleeping face.
just then, you hear the sound of jingling keys coming from the front door, which signals the return of your beloved husband.
he gives your forehead a tender kiss as he lays on the bed next to you, his calloused hand rests on your back and begins gently tracing every inch of it. however, you don’t give much of a reaction, your attention is still on your little one. which hurts him a little, you used to immediately turn around and shower him with kisses whenever he touched you.
he doesn't give up though and tries again, this time he gets behind you, both his hands are firmly locked on your waist, hugging you tightly against his chest as he softly nibbles on the crook of your neck, and the most reaction you give is a soft hum.
and it instantly puts him in quite a sulky mood, announcing his defeat.
“i guess i’d just earned myself a mini love rival.” he mumbles against your ear, still sulky over you ignoring him earlier. “i think you’re being stolen away from me.”
you gently place your son on the side, careful not to wake him up from his deep slumber. and finally look at tanjiro, who has a pout on his face. you cup his cheeks in your hands and place a soft peck on his lips.
“jiro, don’t tell me.. are you jealous?” you give his cheeks a squish as you tease him.
“m-maybe.” you watch your husband’s face gradually reddens as he replies shyly, and you laugh at his honesty which you find adorable.
he leaves you momentarily and holds his son, who’s still sleeping so soundly, in his arms.
“don’t think about stealing her from me.” in a quiet tone, tanjiro playfully warns his little one, and you chuckle at how cute and childish your husband is at that moment.
“he’s your son.” you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, your eyes meet his wide, dark red ones.
“but you, you’ll always be my first love.” you whisper to him ever so sweetly. and it's true, sure you now have another little one to love. but to you, tanjiro will always be the first man you've ever loved and given your heart to.
he smiles at you affectionately as he softly brushes his nose against yours.
being married to tanjiro means you don’t have only one baby, but two. and you have no complaints about it, really. in fact, you wouldn't want it any other way.
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𝜗𝜚 taglist: @sylusdoll @itoshivy @hanaeriin @spkyssn @stunies @17020 @kalsplace
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Where we belong | Sebastian Sallow x fem!Reader | Oneshot
Word count: 3.2k
Summary: When Sebastian Sallow claims something...or rather someone as his, he'll take great care of it. Luckily he claimed you...
Warnings: smut (with a tiny bit of plot), aged up characters, possessive!Sebastian, dirty talk, teasing, mention of bj, choking, marking, "Good girl", fingering, edging, overstimulation, bondage, p in v, rough sex, creampie, minors dni
Hi there! ❤️️
This fic is part of Sallow Sunday with the theme ⛓kinky⛓ ! (credits to @rypnami)
But first of all, just a few of you might recognize this from somewhere else, as I've been the "seb finger anon" on @anto-pops amazing blog, who I decided to send a few anon asks to, inspired by her most liked kinks. It's been so much fun to see your reaction, Antoinette! Love ya! If you wanna check out the anon asks, click here -> X
Anyways, I hope you enjoy!❤️️
~Mia
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It must’ve started somewhere with Sebastian asking you what you were thinking and you telling him about how deliciously good his knuckles feel like, whenever they pull out and push back in.
And it continued with the thought of how beautiful his fingers would look like with a coat of arousal on them.
Now, Sebastian’s deep brown eyes were staring at you.
You were looking back, already panting from coming so hard - the second time…right after your first one, cause he just didn't stop fingering you.
And then he opened his mouth, licking his fingers real slow and keeping eye contact with you.
"Mhh...you taste so fucking good, love", he mused quietly with a smirk, seeing how this simple gesture just made more arousal drip out of you.
He drags his long, thick fingers across the wet folds, basking in the way your legs twitch from the overstimulation.
Now with coated fingers again, he moves atop of you, letting his index and middle finger trail over your lips.
"Open, love. Taste yourself. You need to know how good this pussy is for me."
You gasped at his words, but faltered immediately, your tongue darted out to lick your own slick off his fingers.
It's salty, yet sweet. And arousing all the same.
Sebastian couldn't hold back his groan, feeling and watching your tongue swirl around his two fingers. You looked so pretty like this.
It reminded him of how, just a few moments ago, the exact same tongue swirled over the tip of his cock. Oh, it twitched eagerly between his legs at the image in his head.
He wanted you all to himself.
He wanted to show you every single way that would seek out this delicious pleasure.
He wanted you screaming his name, so the whole world would know, who you belong to.
You were his and only his.
"Good girl," he praised in a low voice, a dark and wicked grin forming on his lips at the plan forming in his head.
You were in for a wild ride.
His long and wet fingers pushed your lower lip down, making it bounce back up, when his fingers trailed further - down your chin and slowly to your neck.
"You are so fucking gorgeous, love. You have no idea," Sebastian whispered hungrily, his lips ghosting yours.
He closed the gap, his lips molding right into yours, as if they were made for each other. It didn't take long for his tongue to tangle yours into a dance of dominance, but at last all you could do was submit to him, letting him guide you to paradise.
Especially as his large hand gently grabbed your throat...but he added no pressure to your disappointment.
The Slytherin only smirked against your lips, knowing exactly how he played with you. He brushed his fingers across your neck, lips parting again and eyes travelling down.
"Hm, I do have an idea how to make you even prettier."
Before you could react, air rushed out of your lungs from the way he started sucking on a sensitive spot on your neck, skin darkening into a beautiful shade of purple.
"Sebastian," you breathed weakly, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your swollen clit, making your hips buck up.
"Keep moaning my name, while I claim you as mine, love."
You whined, when Sebastian moved less than an inch lower to place a second hickey on your neck, right next to the other one, cause it made him move away from where you needed him most.
He simply chuckled, when he felt you wiggle closer to him again and heard you whimper when his tip teasingly slid through your arousal.
"So needy," the brunette whispered, his locks tickling your skin as he went to place yet another hot kiss to your throat.
"Come on, moan my name."
Holding his weight up with one arm on the mattress, his free hand slithered up to cup your breast, kneading it, before flicking his thumb over the perked nub, teasing that sweet moan of his name out of you.
"Sebastian~"
You arched into him, shutting your eyes tightly and feeling like every inch of your skin was on fire - especially from the way his lips trailed lower, adding one hickey after the other.
It almost felt like his movements were calculated and intentionally slowly forming a symbol on your neck.
"What are you doing?" You choked, your mind getting dizzy from the attention the Slytherin gave you.
"I'm just making sure," Sebastian started off, moving back up to meet your eye, his voice low and dripping with desire, "everyone truly knows, who you belong to, love."
You barely heard his words, as his cock teased you right at your entrance and you took the opportunity to move lower, his tip slipping right into you, earning a threatening groan from the man above you.
You saw him struggle to pull out again, intoxicated by the feel of your warm and soft walls enveloping him, but he did so anyways, now looking at you with a dangerous glint in his dark brown eyes.
"Someone's eager, hm?" He whispered, the hand that was just teasing your nipple, now moving back up, to wrap around your throat again, this time adding a bit of pressure to it.
You were about to lose your fucking mind, you just wanted him to grab you tightly and fuck into you, making you topple over the edge in no time. You knew he could do it. He was that good.
But today seemed like Sebastian would pull everything from his bag of tricks to make you squirm beneath him.
He leaned down right to your ear, his hot breath tickling you.
"You've been such a good little slut for me, you'll be able to wait for me to fill you up just a moment longer, won't you? I need to finish this."
At this point, with his hand slowly adding more and more pressure, he could ask you anything - really anything - and you would agree in a heartbeat, if it meant he would finally fuck you into the mattress.
"Yes! Yes, I'll be good," you answered a bit too eagerly.
"Let's make sure, you can keep this promise."
Suddenly he held up all his weight through the hand on your neck and you were sure you'd either lose consciousness in the next second or combust - maybe both - while his other hand grabbed his wand off the nightstand.
You didn't even notice it, until you heard him whisper a spell.
"Incarcerous."
Thick velvety ropes wrapped around your wrists and yanked them above your head, the ends of it tightly knotted to the bedposts.
You yelped in surprise, ripped from whatever fantasy your mind just conjured and you looked up at your bonded wrists and back at the man above you, who has removed his hand from you and wore the smuggest grin on his lips.
His long fingers brushed over your sensitive skin, following the purple trail he started forming on your neck and collar bone. And he let his fingers tell you where his mouth would go next, so you knew exactly what he was doing.
Sebastian, possessive as always, was forming a big "S" out of hickeys on your neck and chest.
"You're insufferable," you joked and managed to roll your eyes at him with a smile, but when he only replied...
"And you're all that I desire."
...you almost lost it, moaning loudly with his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your chest.
"You look so beautiful like this," Sebastian whispered hungrily against your skin, his full-blown pupils looking up at you through his long lashes.
Your hands gripped the velvet ropes tightly, needing to touch him so badly right now. Needing to feel his soft hair between your fingers. Needing to scratch his back until the red streaks would threaten to start bleeding.
Or he threatened you with his hand on your throat again, to not scratch him like that.
Sebastian complained at least a week for not being able to sleep on his back from your marks, though you know he prefers to sleep on his stomach anyways.
You were pulled right out of your thoughts, when his teeth sunk into your skin once more and you gasped.
"Still with me?"
Sebastian chuckled darkly, the glint in his eyes more dangerous than you've ever seen before. He was at his height of possessiveness.
He needed you here in this moment every second of the way.
This was...special after all.
"Yes...yes fuck. I just," you started breathlessly, his tongue gently licking over the seventh or eighth hickey. You lost count.
"Hm?" He simply hummed with a smirk.
"I want to touch you, please. I need to feel more of you. Please, Sebastian."
Oh, you begged so beautifully. It must've been his favorite sound.
Hm, no, there was one that exceeded this, yes, and soon he would hear it again.
His heart clenched in his chest at the thought and his dick twitched once more, precum dripping onto your thigh, which you kept on wiggling, but only slightly, so he let it pass.
The groan rumbled deep in his chest and his face told you how much he was struggling to keep your hands from him. To keep your inviting heat from him.
You let a small victorious grin slip on your lips, but quickly hid it again, hoping he didn't see it.
But of course, the Slytherin caught it.
"You little minx. You think you can break me so easily? You think I fall for your tricks?"
Oh, his hand slithered back up to your throat and this time you probably looked like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and shakily breathing, when his long fingers wrapped around and started to squeeze slowly.
And when his knee moved upwards to meet your slick folds, you cried out.
"Sebastian!"
"Mh...bad girls like you deserve to be punished, don't you think?"
Before you could reply anything, his knee started moving and you stared up at the man above you, who simply smiled down with pure smugness.
With your head falling deeper into the pillow below, his knee worked you up, making you climb higher and higher to this place of pure ecstasy.
It was pure torture.
How good his hand felt wrapped around like a tight necklace and his knee rubbing your clit, your hole clenching around nothing. And your hands still aimlessly wiggling in their restrictions, needing something more to hold onto, instead of the fabric.
"Are you close, love?"
Sebastian's voice was low and his breath against your ear tickled you enough to send goosebumps down your whole body.
"Y-yes," you moaned, gasping for air, starting to see stars from all the sensations. "'m s...close..."
"Are you gonna cum?"
The knot deep in your abdomen started tightening so hard, it almost hurt.
"Yessss~"
"Good," Sebastian simply whispered.
You were right on the precipice of coming completely undone.
You tasted it right on the tip of your tongue.
You shut your eyes tightly and...just...a little bit...more...and...
...he removed his knee.
You mewled, feeling the promise of an orgasm slip right through your fingers, leaving you breathless and so fucking desperate.
He cooed you, caressing your cheek gently, as if he wasn't the one causing this.
"Hush, hush, love. As I said...bad girls like you deserve to be punished. So...will you be a good girl and follow my orders?"
In this very moment you knew you hated him. You hated him more than anything else.
But God, if you'd die this exact moment, you'd die a lucky woman.
"Yes."
"Good girl," Sebastian praised you, brushing the hair sticking to your forehead back and giving you a sweet and gentle kiss, before continuing his work on your chest.
And you kept your promise, staying as still as possible for him to create his little masterpiece right on your neckline, which was hard to do with his fingers travelling all over your body and his mouth sucking your skin just right.
Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you whined under him, barely able to keep your promise when he sucked another hickey on you.
"Fuck, every little sound you make goes straight down to my cock. You make me so fucking hard."
Oh, and he made you feel just how hard it made him, rubbing his cock so perfectly against your clit, only making you whine more desperately for him.
"Lucky for you, I am finally done with my work here," he grinned, trailing the purple skin with his finger once more, as if to seal it with this gesture.
You need a moment to register what his words meant, but when it hit you, it hit you like a train.
"You've been such a good girl and good girls get what they want. So, tell me...what do you want, my dear?"
"Oh please, I need you."
Yes, you sounded so desperate, and it was music to Sebastian's ears.
"I need to touch you a-and I need you to fuck me. Just please...I need you!"
"Fuck," the brunette growled above you, his face contorting and you looked down, seeing a hand wrapped around his dick, which was pulsating and dangerously red-tipped, pushing down on it to hold himself back.
"When you sound like this, I'm not going to last even before getting inside you, love."
You smiled brightly at him, almost beaming, knowing just how much on an effect you were having on him as well. He was throbbing with anticipation and desire and so were you, seeing him grab his wand once more and finally releasing you from your confines.
Your arms immediately wrapped around Sebastian's broad shoulders, pulling him real close, kissing him feverishly. He had barely time to place his hands next to you, so he wouldn't crash right into you.
But you didn't care.
You just kissed him with so much passion, your fingers finally able to tangle in his brown curls and the others digging into his freckled skin.
He simply moaned into your kiss, tongue delving into you, while his tip once again brushed against your clit.
That tore you away from his lips for a moment and Sebastian just smiled, propped up on his elbows, fingers brushing soothingly through your hair.
"Are you ready?"
The love and tenderness in his words, his smile and his oh so beautiful eyes...you just knew that not only you belonged to him, but his heart and soul - his entire being - it belonged to you and only you.
He was entirely yours and no one could ever change that.
"Yes," you smiled back, pulling him in for another quick kiss before he started to push inside you.
Even with all this preparation and the amount of arousal pooling between both of your legs, the sensation of him pushing into you still left you absolutely breathless.
Your moans when he bottomed out, mixed together into a wonderful harmony of passion.
Sebastian started to move slow, your eyes fixated on one another as both of you let yourselves fall into the pleasure you gave each other. His hips increased their speed, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin starting to fill the room.
At some point the bed started creaking, earning a small chuckle from both of you in between moans and gasps.
Sebastian angled himself up above you, your hands flat on his pecs, feeling the rapid heartbeat inside his chest. His hips kept on snapping in an increasing speed against you, the tip hitting even deeper inside you, brushing against that spot, which made you mewl once more.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the brunette muttered in between thrust, seemingly lost in the moment, his eyes shut tightly and his control slipping.
You knew he was close, and he tried his best to get that one last orgasm out of you, before he would let himself come undone.
"Sebastian," you managed to say, pulling his attention back to you.
His big brown eyes were wide and dark, desperate for you.
"I love you."
And there was this warm and loving expression again. Now his eyes almost looked amber in the dim light of your room.
With a hand on his neck, you pulled him back down to you, holding him close, while his hips didn't stop thrusting, now hitting even deeper and pounding against your sweet spot every time.
Your whole body trembled from this new position and there it was in reach again...your impeding climax.
Big arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you, steading you, keeping you completely safe.
"I love you, too."
His whispered words and a very powerful and precise thrust were all that it took for you to topple over the edge with a scream of pure ecstasy. Your walls convulsed around Sebastian, tightening in an almost death grip and all you could manage to say was, "Inside. Cum inside."
And so, he did after just two thrusts, cumming in spurts of hot white strings that coated your insides, filling you up completely.
Your trembling limbs stayed like this for a moment, Sebastian's hips only moving subtly, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible, before he got too sensitive and stopped moving all together, knowing how much you needed him to stay inside after such a strong orgasm.
To be honest...even if the slightest movement right now hurt him, Sebastian didn't want to break this bond you two had in this exact moment.
This was all he ever wished for.
All he ever needed.
Yes, if he only had you in his arms just like this for the rest of his life, he would die a lucky man.
After some time, your breathing came back to normal, your eyes weren't as hazy anymore and reality crept its way back into your minds.
Still holding him close and staying connected, you two turned around, so Sebastian was on his back and your body on top of his.
It fit right into his, as if you two were made for each other.
Oh, you were sure of it.
You two belong to each other...forever.
With this thought in mind, a tired smile on your lips and his fingers drawing soft circles on the small of your back, you were lulled into a deep slumber, feeling absolutely safe and sound.
The next morning, after a desperately needed shower...only together of course, you stood in front of the mirror, getting dressed, while Sebastian dried his hair with a towel, another one hanging around his hips, as he walked over to you.
You pouted slightly, looking at yourself in the mirror, your fingertips trailing over the purple S on your neckline, the jewelry on one of your finger shimmering in the morning sun.
"Wasn't the ring enough?"
"Of course not, love," Sebastian chuckled, wrapping his arms around your middle, placing his head in the crook of your neck, smiling as he inspected his work in the mirror.
"When I said, I wanted you to wear my name, I meant it metaphorically and literally."
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makeyoumine69 · 5 months ago
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Till Death Do Us Part (Chapter Seven—Patrick's POV)
PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader; [no y/n]
SUMMARY: "Can I be any more delusional?" I asked myself when I heard the voices of the past inside my head.
CONTAINS: Smut, swearing, non-con elements, delusions, fantasizing, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), body worship, nipple play, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, manhandling, referring of rough loss of virginity and blood, toxic behavior, childhood trauma, dominance, dom/sub dynamics (Patrick is a soft!dom).
WORDS: 3k
A/N: Hello everyone! I am trying to keep up the pace with the updates and I hope you enjoy the new chapter as this one is special to me since I love writing Patrick's POV. Also, I'd like to thank everyone who supports my writing, I appreciate every comment you make and every like counts! I love you all!💗💖🙏💋 P.S. I highly recommend listening to this song while reading: Pastel Ghost — Shadows (slowed version).
LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [AO3].
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At first I was surprised that I didn't hear any sounds behind the door—no crying, no protests, nothing, as if you had fainted or... died of a heart attack? I frowned at the thought, but perhaps it was for the best? Sighing, I opened my eyes and to my dismay, I was still here, in this fucking summer house. I was so tired, exhausted even. 
Why did everything have to be so fucking complicated?
My jaw tickled as I looked down at my groin—I was still so hard and if you weren't there I could have solved this problem by now, probably had several orgasms and slept soundly in the room I had chosen for tonight. But no, that was not going to happen, because you were the biggest pain in the ass. 
Fucking troublemaker.
This mocking nickname popped up in my mind out of nowhere, making my lungs burn with a twisted desire to sink deeper into the past, even though nostalgia was the last thing on earth I wanted to indulge in, but now, in my current state, I wanted to make myself remember something. Something deeply personal and complex. Something I was desperately trying to bury in my soulless flesh—what I was.
A soft, girlish voice called out to me. It was so loud I had to close my ears, but then someone's tiny hands covered my eyes. "Guess who?"
Paralyzed, I took a deep breath before reaching out to tickle the tender skin pressed against my face. When I heard a sonorous laugh, I recognized it almost immediately. "Becca?"
Involuntarily, I gasped in frustration as you removed your delicate palms from my face. "How are you doing this?"
"What?" I asked as I turned to face you.
"Guessing so easily," you murmured, smiling mischievously like a little vixen from the cartoons we both loved to watch. "My dad always struggles to recognize me..."
"He's just pretending," I cut you off, crossing my arms, my tone stern, though I enjoyed the way your eyebrows furrowed as my words offended you. "I knew it was you the moment you... touched me."
"Oh?"
"Yes, because you always do such things...stupid things." 
For a brief moment, we both remained silent, and I used that pause to take in the surroundings, finding us in the backyard of the huge mansion that definitely belonged to my family.
"Patty," your voice sounded more like a whisper now, as if you were afraid of something...or someone...someone like me? "I have something for you."
With these words, you carefully slipped into the pockets of your blue jeans to reveal a small object that turned out to be a charm. A kitten charm, to be exact. Confused, I watched you hand me the charm and for a moment I didn't even know what to do. 
"What is it?"
My reaction seemed to take you off guard, but you managed to keep a warm smile on your beautiful face. "I know it won't replace the one you had before," you looked away guiltily. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry I lost that charm, but maybe... maybe you'll like this one? It's my favorite," you kept muttering and it started to irritate me, so I just snatched the little piece of plastic out of your trembling hands, making you stop talking for a dear moment. "My mom gave it to me after my first dentist appointment."
Chuckling in disbelief, I lifted the charm so the rays of the setting sun could illuminate it for a proper look. "Jeez," I grinned at how tense you were watching my reaction. "You're such a troublemaker. Always have been and always will be."
"Patrick..."
My lips curled up as I quickly turned and walked away in the direction of the large well my mother had always been fond of. 
"Patrick! What are you doing?" I heard your concerned questions, which only spurred me on to go faster.
When I finally reached the well, I stopped at its rim and, with my dark eyes staring at you mockingly, I dropped the charm into the dark water of the well, the little echo of the splashing liquid bringing me delirious joy. The way your lips trembled when you realized what I had done made me laugh.
So pathetic.
"Why? WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" You cried out, shimmering tears streaming down your cheeks. "I just... I just wanted to make things better... I just... wanted you to forgive me!"
Annoyed, I growled and leaned against the cold stones of the well. "Yeah, yeah, keep crying. What else can you do? Run to your mommy?"
And even though I expected you to say something else, I wasn't surprised when you clenched your fists and ran away from me—I didn't even try to follow you, not even a tiny part of me wanted to, I just couldn't see myself comforting you. There was no way I'd do that, you were a troublemaker who should have always known your place.
A barely audible wail brought me back to the present. I was still standing next to the bathroom door and just as I was about to leave this fucking room, I heard another muffled scream. Biting my lower lip, I sighed and almost hit the door, but instead of actually slamming it, I pressed my ear to hear more of your whimpering—it was like fuel for my ego and I needed it very much, maybe even too much. My dick was still so engorged it almost hurt and just then a dark thought crept into my mind. 
What if I just open this door, rip off your clothes and fuck you silly?
The very idea made me shiver, bridging the wicked smile on my face from the notion that no one could even stop me in my intentions, considering we were alone in this huge house, no one would even manage to hear your pitiful cries for help when I finally got my hands on you. Yes, I would just walk in and grab your little trembling body and throw you to the floor, enjoying the way you would beg and scream for me to stop, but I would just laugh in your face.
Oh, I would. I definitely would.
And then I'd undo my robe and force you to suck me until you choked on my cock for ruining my fun—you would fucking pay your price for every second of it. Fuck, I wouldn't care if you bleed as I slam into your innocent pussy and you scream in pain, but you couldn't even imagine how much it would turn me on. Oh, no. You couldn't even imagine who you were trapped under the same roof with.
A dark, deep chuckle fell from my lips after I licked them in sweet anticipation, my slightly trembling hand was already on the doorknob, but as I was about to open it, I stopped when I heard your soft mumbling—you were trying to reassure yourself that everything would be all right—it was so pathetic of you, but it made me stop in my tracks. My eyebrows knitted together, I wanted to slap myself to shake off this strange feeling, it was something like a magic spell that was unknown to me. And now I still wanted to open the damn door in front of me, but instead of actually taking you against your will, I wanted... I wanted to see the longing in your big, beautiful eyes. Longing, not contempt. And that shift in my mind was crucial. It was terrifying.
The sound of the door clicking echoed in my head as I cautiously stepped into the bathroom to find you sitting on the floor wearing nothing but those fucking pink cheesy socks I hated so much, but now I finally understood why I hated them so much—it was because they turned me on like no porn magazine could—now everything seemed to fall into place.
"Patty," you purred and crawled over to me, almost rubbing against my leg like a kitten starved for touch. "You came."
I grinned and hummed, reaching out to pat your head. "Yes, Dove...I'm here."
Dove?! Oh, my fucking God! Did I really remember what I used to call you?
The look you gave me was captivating, so full of devotion, it was exactly what I needed, exactly what I had always longed for. Slowly, I lowered my palm and gently stroked your cheek, still wet from your tears, while your elegant hands played with the knot of my robe. 
"Oh, you are such a cute little plaything, aren't you?" I asked, lifting your chin so that our eyes locked. "So needy for me already?"
You nuzzled against my palm and did so, I watched as you carefully tugged at the knot that was then loose enough to open my robe and I couldn't help but groan as my erection sprang up and you wrapped your little hand around it almost instantly. You were unnaturally bold and confident in your actions, which was nothing more than an obvious sign that this was all just my imagination, but I didn't care. Now you were mine and that was all that mattered.
All the while you were licking the tip of my cock, now red and swollen from your touch, I could feel the warmth of your tongue and it drove me crazy as you used it so skillfully that I almost cummed right here and now into your inviting mouth.
"Patty," you used that nickname again and I had to stifle a moan. "Will you forgive me...now?"
My eyes were half open when you asked me this, and I couldn't care less about answering, but your pleading glance stirred something in me. "I...uh..." I paused to find the right words, for the first damn time in my life, and then stopped you, wanting your full attention. "Listen to me very carefully, Dove. You're not guilty and you never were...you don't need to be forgiven."
You stared at me without blinking, as if I were a god coming to the altar you worshiped at, and I could swear I'd never seen anyone look at me like that—those eyes so full of devotion would haunt me all my life—if only I didn't try to run away from it. If only I knew that I had been running in circles all this time.
"Kiss me." You said it without any doubt in your sweet voice.
And I obeyed, as if those two words were a secret code that only you knew. I approached your beautiful face, pressed my lips to yours, my hand found its rest in the back of your head and gently brought you closer. Those little obscene sounds you made during the kiss were stunning, they took me far away from here, to the place where there was no pain and sadness, but happiness and love. 
I wish that place really existed.
As the making out intensified and my control faded away, I couldn't think straight, so I gave in to the rush led by my primal instincts. With practiced ease, I picked you up and moved to the nearest bathroom counter. Carefully, I placed you on it, your legs spread open for me so that I could settle comfortably between them before you wrapped them around my lower back and pressed against me, your hard nipples grinding against my chest.
"A-ahh," you mewled as I nipped at your neck, throwing your head back to give me more space to worship. "I missed you so much...please, never leave me again."
"I won't," I huffed against your throat as I peppered your soft skin with light pecks before drawing down to your collarbone, leaving a wet hickey here and there. "You...are mine...all mine!" I literally grunted as I squeezed and massaged the soft mounds of your breasts, feeling the weight of them, enjoying their tautness. "Fuck, you have such perfect tits..."
With that, I squashed your tits in a way that allowed me to suck both of your hard peaks at the same time, driving you completely numb, your breathing uneven and rapid, your hands desperately clutching at me for support, and I didn't falter in what I was doing, as your moans were the best prize. 
"Pat-Patrick," you clung to my shoulders, arching your back. " Are you going to eat me out?"
God, you sound so hot when you talk like that.
"Is that what you want?" You nodded, but I just chuckled. "Use your words, honey," I crouched down a bit and ran my finger over your belly, going lower to tease the top of your mound. "Is that what you want?" I grinned, drawing out the words on purpose because I wanted you to beg for me. "Hmmm?"
"Yes!" You shivered impatiently and gripped the edge of the counter. "Please..."
"Good girl."
My hands rested possessively on your hips as I knelt before you, my hot breath tickling the soft flesh between your legs, and as I swiped my flat tongue along your blushing clit, I could feel you falling apart under my touch. 
"Mmh-hhmm, Patty," you squeaked as I slurped at your soaped pussy. "I've been craving this... for so long."
Pleased with how responsive you were, I tugged on your little bud and then grazed it a bit, coaxing a loud moan from your plump lips. "I know, babe, I know," I replied, raising my hands to cup your ass. "But now you have it...you have all...of me," my own voice wavered with excitement as I teetered on the edge of going completely insane. "Fuck, you're so tasty," I sucked on your little tip and closed my eyes, drinking all your fluids and moaning against your cunt as I waited as long as you did. " I'm gonna fuck you now," I gave your butt a quick squeeze, went back to the previous position between your legs and the next moment I was already pocking at your wet entrance. "Look at me."
"I..." you stuttered as I grabbed your neck and forced you to look at me. "Patrick, I'm..."
"No, you're not a virgin anymore," I said, pushing myself all the way in. I groaned from the tightness and warmth of your inner walls that enveloped me so deliciously. "I've fucked you so many times before...don't you remember?"
Whimpering, you clasped my shoulders with your trembling hands. "It's...s-so big!"
"Right." I snickered arrogantly, but gave you some time to get used to it.
Just like the first time.
I leaned forward a little so our foreheads were pressed together and began to thrust into you at a steady pace, your legs closed around me in a tight ring. It felt so good, too good even for a fantasy. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the bathroom and then I finally let go of your throat and let you hide your face in my neck. You were so vulnerable, so malleable, so hot and wet. 
Perfect.
"Ohhh-God," your urgent cry hit me like an electric shock. "I can...f-feel you so deeply!"
(NSFW art by @somnolenthour!)
"Arh-fuck," I groaned and pulled out of you, only to lift you up and lower you back onto my pulsating shaft. "You love this, don't you? You love...feeling every inch of me...you love when I fuck you...like this..." my thrusting was restless, I could feel my orgasm building in the base of my balls. "...because you...belong to me."
"Patrick...put me down...I'm too heavy," you mumbled suddenly, grabbing my arms. "I don't want...you to get tired."
A loud chuckle rumbled from my chest. "You weigh nothing, Dove," I pecked at your trembling lips and wrapped my hands even tighter around you, fucking you in the air. "Don't...worry about me."
As if the current closeness was not enough, you snuggled into my frame and kissed me with all the strength, desperation and passion you had. This cocktail made me weak in the knees, but I kept going, ramming into you with full force. I wanted to make sure you felt the curve of my dick rubbing against your most sensitive spot as I tried to maintain the best angle for that. 
As I was about to combust from the inside out, I closed my eyes, only to open them again as I realized I was losing my grip on...you. Almost breathless, I blinked several times, still unable to believe that the perfect illusion I had created was dissolving. Frustrated, I leaned against the door, literally on the verge of tears when I heard your voice, the real one.
"I'm sorry, okay?" you rumbled through the closed door. "I'm sorry that...I'm not Courtney or Bethany or whatever hardbody you used to have...I'm sorry, I hit you, it was just an instinctive reaction since my dad used to..." you paused and sighed, I could feel the pain in your intonation. "Just let me out...and…I'll clean your wound. Patty!" 
When you used that nickname, I knew it was on purpose, as if you were trying to reach my soul, hidden under a thick layer of ice and darkness, which became my faceless mask and my burden, a burden I would live with until the last day of my life.
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vqnrouged · 5 months ago
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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : pattadol
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : a run in with a succubus reveals your feelings for your fellow canary, just how will she react to this new information?
𝐚/𝐧 : this is inspired by my friend dais’s ( @daistea ) fic that she wrote with mithrun and kabru! i heavily recommend you read it cause it’s a favorite of mine! anyway, hope you enjoy!
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the soft crunching of the dirt below you was sickeningly loud, it echoed through the cavernous area that was this dungeon. though, you were thankful for it. between you and your companion, there were barely any words spoken aside from a few related to the mission at hand. little small talk, little jokes.
this wouldn’t be the first time you had been sent on a mission with pattadol, in fact there had been countless times where it was decided that the two of you would be best suited for certain tasks. it was odd to you. when the time came that you had to work together, pattadol was quieter than usual. she didn’t seem to act that way with your fellow canaries, so naturally you thought that she didn’t like you. but, you definitely liked her.
there was something charming about the elf, maybe it’s the way her golden hair trickles down her shoulders. or could it possibly be her kind persona, her tendency to smile at you and greet you in the mornings certainly does make the start of your days a little brighter. perhaps it is her reaction to panic over you whenever you get hurt. she's always been gentle when she uses her healing magic to mend you. there were so many little things, or instances, that made you like, no, love her. even if you tried, you don’t think you could remember which exact moment had made you fall in love with her in the first place. maybe you were too in love with her.
as you passed through another archway in the dungeon, a drop of water dripped directly onto your head. the sudden splash of cold on your scalp made you shiver, the feeling like tiny needles stabbing you. with a groan, you walked faster to catch up to your partner who was just a ways ahead of you to hopefully avoid more water. as you speedily made your escape from the dripping ceiling, you began to take in more aspects of the path you were traveling. the smell of moss was fresh in the air, and so was the stench of death. neither of those came as a surprise, after all this dungeon was an ancient graveyard. but the nauseating feeling that you were walking over someone's grave gave you the heebee jeebees.
then suddenly, pattadol came to an abrupt stop at a wall with a patch of elven runes. with a relieved smile, she glanced at you over her shoulder and motioned for you to come closer with her free hand. her other hand held a scroll and a piece of charcoal, one that was used previously in the day for your other rune rubbings. “here, these are the last ones we need,” she said, then she began her work. a small smile etched itself onto your face, the relief that pattadol had expressed was definitely reciprocated.
as a precaution, you stood behind her to watch for monsters. your eyes traveled across the room searching for any signs of a disturbance, but you were met with nothing out of the ordinary. a part of you was relieved that there appeared to be nothing, but you knew something was amiss. dungeons are the type of place where monsters run rampant, meaning that more than likely you will run into a fair share of them. it was too quiet, too calm. there had to be someone or something hiding in the shadows, stalking and waiting.
that inkling in your gut only worsened as a few minutes passed by, the feeling turning into pain as your anxiety increased. you wanted to warn pattadol, but if she panicked then that would alert the monster that you were now aware of it’s presence. all you could do is continue to stand guard and keep your eyes peeled.
from behind you, the elf finished up the rubbings of the runes. normally, the process wouldn’t take as long but pattadol wanted to take her time. the charcoal had to be layered to make sure that the writing was clear, and she didn’t want to disappoint her superiors by turning in lackluster work. but, finally her charcoal was able to be put down. taking in a large deep breath, she blew some air at the paper to get rid of any stray charcoal dust. then her lips turned up into a triumphant grin as she admired her work. “the rubbings are done, [name]. we can go back to the surface now,” she proudly announced.
you took a quick glance at her, then turned your gaze back to continue watching the shadows. “great, now let’s hurry. there’s something off about this area,” you frowned.
pattadol quickly began to roll up the scroll, the fear that something was indeed watching you made the hair on her neck stand up. she made fast work of it and was back on her feet within a short time, hands holding the scroll close to ground herself instead of panicking. sadly, that didn’t last for long.
a loud thud came from the direction whence you came from, and whatever it was that had fallen was most definitely coming your way. your eyes widened at the footsteps, what could it be that was making that noise? you hadn’t seen any adventurers on your descent through the dungeon, so it couldn’t be a human. if it wasn’t a human, then what was it? a zombie? but their footsteps would be slower than what you could hear over your racing heartbeat.
behind you, pattadol was beginning to lose her cool. her eyes were widened with confusion, and her teeth were gritted to stop herself from letting out any unnecessary noise. “what was that?” she asked.
just as the girl uttered those words, a sweet scent came wafting through the air. it smelled familiar, like something from home. but, how was that possible? you were nowhere close to home. you were thousands of miles away from there. it all confused you, what could mimic this specific scent? then it occurred to you, there was only one monster that could do that. “a succubus,” you grimaced. “stay behind me.”
then, a figure stepped out of the shadows. the sight made pattadol gasp in shock.
the first detail you noticed was what it was wearing, a canary uniform. the pieces that made up the uniform were just as the average canary would wear, a tunic, a pleaded skirt, and a green cloak. but there was only one canary that you knew of that wore pants like this figure did, pattadol. however, there was a distinguishing detail that let you know that this was not your pattadol. it held a look of desire, the kind that had a longing for someone. perhaps this was what your subconscious thought of her, you wanted her to look at you that way. you narrowed your eyes at the creature, it disgusted you how it took advantage of its victims like this.
the succubus was getting closer now, only a few yards stood between you. now was the time to act, so you reached for your sword. the fast unsheathing of the blade seemed to make the monster more alert, and it’s body moved at a fast pace to get close enough for an attack. the sudden difference in the monsters movements took you off guard for a moment, but you quickly came back to your senses to try and land a hit. sadly, it was futile. as you tried to ground yourself once again, the succubus went in for a swing. you quickly moved to the right and used your sword as a guard, eyes still trained on it.
this continuous pattern of swinging and dodging went on for a few moments, then finally the monster managed to make you fall to the ground. small pieces of rock dug into your skin, the feeling ten times worse due to holding your sword for a long period. from above you, something began protruding out of the succubus’s hand. a needle-like appendage had appeared, and it was coming straight toward you. your feet moved to scoot your body further away from the creature, but it still persisted to get closer to you. the needle was hovering just over your arm, then there was a sudden yell from a few feet away from you.
pattadols fairy had been transformed into its staff form, and it was aimed right toward the succubus. the serious look on her face was one of anger as well as panic, she was going to cast a spell. the spell was more than likely going to hit both you and the succubus if you didn’t move quickly enough, so she hastily shouted. “[name], watch out!”
as the spell was cast, you shuffled your body away as the creature tried to follow you. however, a bright light appeared behind it and crashed straight into its body, blowing up the succubus. the sight made your eyes widen, now the monster was nothing but bits of flesh. you looked up to pattadol, who looked just as shocked as you did. her breathing was uneven, clearly she hadn’t had to use that spell before and had to get her bearings back.
after she took a moment to breathe, pattadol immediately ran over to check on you. the pain in your hands turned into a throbbing sensation as you waited for her. you probably would’ve noticed the pain before if you didn’t just almost get killed by a succubus. the girl kneeled beside you, placing her hands on your shoulders to hold you still. her eyes frantically searched for any obvious injuries. “are you okay?! are there any cuts or bruises?” she worriedly asked.
lifting your hands from the ground, you showed her the small cuts from the rocks. you were a bit embarrassed by how easily the succubus had overwhelmed you so you turned your head in shame and gave her a quiet mumble. “just a few from falling on the ground, but nothing major.”
the girl was quiet for a moment, then she grabbed your hands to get a good look at the injury. you were right, it was a minor injury. but it made her feel guilty, if she had acted faster then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt at all. her eyebrows furrowed just looking at it, and her lips turned into a frown. she was ashamed too.
noticing that she hadn’t begun to heal you, you took a glance at her. her downcast expression made you feel awful, it was like a puppy had just been kicked. so you tried to be positive to cheer her up. “don’t worry, pattadol. it’s not like i broke my arm.” you smiled.
her lips pursed, then she reached for your hands. she muttered a healing spell, which efficiently healed your injury. “still, you could’ve gotten badly injured by that monster,” she said, and let go of your hands.
there was no fighting against that, it was true. if pattadol hadn’t been there, you would’ve been turned into baby succubi food. that reminded you, the succubus. it took the form of pattadol. the real pattadol had seen what your true desire was, her. were things going to be different between the two of you now? did she feel the same way? the thought that she wouldn’t want to speak to you again after this incident made you worry, you didn’t want that to happen. so you approached the topic with caution. “so, about the form the succubus took…” you started reluctantly.
pattadol looked at you for a moment, then glanced around the room to avoid eye contact. she opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again as a blush spread across her cheeks. she seemed hesitant, like she didn’t know the right thing to say. her fingers twiddled with each other, dancing across the silence that was between you. then she finally let it out. “i return your feelings.”
your eyes widened, you seemed to be doing that a lot today. “you do?” you asked.
“yes.” she said, now looking you in the eyes.
a joyful smile stretched across your face. you then pulled pattadol close into a tight embrace, making her yelp with surprise. she eased into the hug, reciprocating your embrace. she could feel you mumbling something against her shoulder as she hugged you tighter. “you don’t know how happy this makes me, pattadol.”
she smiled over your shoulder, then heard a groan coming from you. she pulled back from the hug and lifted a hand to your forehead. your temperature felt hotter than normal, it must be the side effects from her healing spell. now wasn’t the time to discuss your relationship status. so, pattadol hoisted you up on your feet and slipped an arm around your waist to help you stand. you tried to insist that you didn’t need help, but pattadol wasn’t having it. “let’s just get back to the surface, we can talk about this more when you aren’t feeling sick.” she said.
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@𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 - please do not translate or copy my works.
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hp-hcs · 1 year ago
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Lipstick part two when ??😭😭😭
when i work up the courage to write and post smut, lovely 😭😭
hate myself for writing this but yk wtv i’ll enjoy hell
this is filthy in my mind but i’m also ace so- this is probably prudish to y’all ngl
•smut• What Went On in the Supply Closet (Pt. 2 of lipstick) — yandere! Draco Malfoy x gender neutral! Gryffindor! reader x yandere! Enzo Berkshire
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the boyos have a fwb thing going on fyi, thank you to the anon who suggested that. you’re a real one, homie ✊😔
gender neutral reader with no anatomical descriptions! YOU’RE WELCOME
(to my taglisters! i haven’t tagged anyone in this post because of its content. if you’d like to be tagged in any future smutty shit, send me an ask or dm or a comment or smth. i don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable, so if i do end up making a smut taglist, it’ll be an opt-in kinda thing rather than opt-out. know your limits and triggers and stay safe 🩶)
[SMUT AHEAD. MDNI.]
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“Shit, darlin’,” Draco gasped, pulling back from the kiss. He was breathless, his chest heaving with exertion.
Enzo’s eyes had gone dark and his breathing had gotten heavier. He barely waited for Draco to split apart from you before he took over, kissing you hard with reckless abandon.
Draco waited impatiently, barely giving Enzo a minute to kiss you before he was dragging him off by his collar.
“Not in the hallway, dipshit. Closet, right there.”
“I wouldn’t have thought you’d ever choose to go back into a closet, Dray,” Enzo mumbled under his breath, yanking open the door to the supply closet and guiding you inside with a firm hand.
Draco tugged the pull-chain of the single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, the dim light doing fuck all to illuminate the room.
After Enzo shut and locked the door, the three of you just stood in a tense silence, staring at each other. You were all daring each other to make the first move.
“So why- why now?” You asked, breaking the moment of silence.
“What?” Enzo murmured, a hungry look in his eye as he slowly took a step forward, then another, effectively backing you up against the wall.
“Why now?” You repeat, the pitch of your voice raising minutely as your adrenaline spiked. “I mean, why not ask me to the Yule Ball or something?”
“I thought you already had a date, love?”
“Yeah, but it’s just Harry.”
Draco practically growled.
You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd reaction, confused until he rested his hand on your hip, gripping your flesh tightly—possessively.
“Oh, I get it!” You gasped out with a sly grin as his grip tightened. “You’re both jealous of Harr-”
Draco clamped one hand firmly over your mouth.
“Get his damn name out of your mouth,” he hissed threateningly, crowding into your space further.
You gulped, your cheeks heating up under his hand.
“Enzy, think we oughtta show our darlin’ how much better we are than Potter?”
Enzo nodded in agreement, wasting no time before leaning forward to smack away Draco’s hold on your hips and grab them both for himself, quickly seizing your mouth with his own.
You let out a tiny noise at the obsessive way he began to run his hands over your body; gripping your waist, your hips, your thighs. You held onto his shoulders for dear life as he stole your breath away with little regard.
You stifled a small moan. Draco must’ve joined back in at some point, because you could feel a second pair of lips sucking lazily on your neck and collarbone.
Whereas Draco seemed to prefer to go slow and casually, Enzo seemed frantic, his fingers fumbling and slipping on the buttons of your uniform shirt with how quickly he was moving.
Whereas Enzo was go, go, go! Draco took his time, savoring every second.
As if to illustrate that point exactly, Draco ghosted his fingers over your ribs, not quite making contact with your skin. At the exact same time, Enzo shoved his hand down the front of your uniform bottoms, grinding the heel of his hand against you.
You gasped into his mouth, your hands tightening on his shoulders and your fingers digging in at the two contradicting sensations.
When Enzo could feel your hips move, caught under the spell of those magical fingers of his, he smirked against your mouth, snickering at every little noise and gasp you made.
He pulled away from your mouth, ducking down to focus on a spot at the base of your throat. Draco swooped in, capturing your unoccupied mouth and smoothing a hand down the front of your chest.
Babbled pleas fell from your lips as Enzo’s movements sped up, his fingers knowing exactly where to twist and prod and massage.
“Pl- please- can I-”
“Ask Dray, sweetheart,” Enzo mumbled against your neck, a cheeky grin on his lips.
“Dray- D-Draco, ple-please!”
Draco pulled his hand away from where he’d been stroking your upper torso, pretending to think.
“I don’t know, have you really been that good?”
“Yes!”
His eyes sparkled with amusement under the weak lighting. “Say what I want to hear, doll. You know what I mean.”
You groan in frustration, ceding. “Merlin- yo-you’re b-better than Har-ry!”
“Come.”
At his permission you fall apart, your body all but going boneless as your eyes roll back in your head.
You panted for air, your eyes clamped shut, as the pair of boys drew back. Your skin was sticky with sweat, and you could feel the tacky texture of that damned lipstick everywhere.
Your eyes remained shut as you willed your legs to stop shaking. An odd noise broke you out of your reverie, and you slowly blinked, trying to make out shapes in the dimly lit closet.
You drew in a sharp breath when you saw Draco and Enzo sharing a kiss, smearing blue lipstick all over each other’s skin.
You blinked once more, trying to commit the image to memory, when you realized that the odd noise you’d heard had been a grunt from Draco, muffled by Enzo’s mouth. The latter had his hand down the former’s pants.
Draco yanked at the button of Enzo’s uniform pants, quickly diving his hand in to return the favor.
You watched through heavy-lidded eyes, your mouth hanging partially open as the two hot guys you’d just been making out with began jacking each other off.
Holy fuck. That’s hot.
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Your trio eventually stumbled out of the supply closet, disheveled and stained with blue.
A familiar ghost was waiting for the three of you outside, bursting into raucous laughter as soon as he saw your rumpled clothes and lipstick-dyed necks.
“Naughty, naughty children! Naughty, naughty!”
Peeves let out another cackle, blowing a raspberry in your direction and immediately disappearing through the floor.
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peachy-wolfhard · 1 year ago
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Dating Leo II
a/n: I wanted to add more after I posted part one so here it is Bone Apple Teeth, I love leo sm so its LONG
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Warnings: swearing, grandchildren mention (splinter is gonna splinter), illness mention, insomnia, mentions of slapping leos bald head
Word count: 738 -woof
Insomnia gang
This turtle physically cannot sleep
When you don't spend the night he is CONSTANTLY texting you everything that comes to mind
“y/n…why is pizza a circle?” “idk lee can i come over :3” “yeth pls HURRY IM DYING HERE WITHOUT U”
Lying in his bed, cuddling, matching eyemasks ON, fan ON
Even with all of that, nothing works
The nights that the both of you are actually able to sleep he has a grasp on you
Holds you so close to him all the time, you guys are joined at the hip
Everyone besides Mikey and Splinter thinks you guys are gross
“You can't even say their names apart now it's ALWAYS Leo and y/n. You can't separate them they will DIE without each other”
“Calm down Mikey please you're scaring Shelldon”
Splinter is…well Splinter. He stays in your guys' relationship, with how dramatic you guys are he doesn't need his soaps
He loves to show you baby pictures of the boys esp the ones of Leo
((cough cough he definitely mentions grandchildren like the old man he is))
Bites all the time like anytime anywhere
Making breakfast peacefully listening to music- CHOMP
Getting ready for work- CHOMP
Dr. Delicate Touch has to intervene
Play fights with you in slow-motion
(slow motion voice) “yyy/nnn iiiimm goooinggg tooo kick your aaaasssss”
(also slow motion voice) “im gooonnnaaa kick yours firrrst”
HAND! HOLDING!
Initially, it started as a way to keep Leo from running off when exploring places, but then it turned into a regular thing
“My love, light of my life, future spouse eHEM!”
“What Leo”
“WHERE’S YOUR HAND I AM GOING TO DIE WITHOUT YOUR HAND IN MINE!! I ALREADY FEEL WEAK PLEASE I AM SUFFERING”
Absolute drama queen and don't get me started when he’s sick
Picture those old paintings of the sick children in bed, he’s that but dialed up to eleven
All he wants is cuddles and daytime television and don't you DARE come in between him and his Maury
Giving him medicine is surprisingly easy maybe it’s because he’s so out of it or maybe he’s just in love he’d let you do anything to him
But if you’re ever sick he does the exact same for you
If you fight medicine (just like me fr) he’s NOT afraid to use those ninja moves to get you to take your meds
Loves it when you read to him no matter what you are reading
Manga? Sign him up! Horror book? Let's get spooky! Sad book? I'll get the tissues! He just loves to hear your voice especially if you do different voices for the characters but not overly comedic voices, he’s here for the story!
Falls asleep listening to your voice with his head on your lap 99% of the time
Going to the Hidden City for date nights and getting up to absolute mischief
(having to then call Raph to come get you guys because you pissed someone off and just kicked their butt)
Speaking of the Hidden City! During their break in the Hidden City (when everyone gets arrested) you join Leo at the spa
After he gets kicked out he BEGS you to go to the creepy spa across the street with him
“Sorry sweetheart I too am in DIRE need of some relaxation plus it’s not often I’m in an exclusive club”
The moment he shows up with that gorgeous hair you’re suspicious
Texts you a selfie of his new hair with the creepy ass background
“Whatcha think? Even more handsome than normal? ;)” “go back to being bald i miss slapping ur bald head :(“
Anyway when he starts “sleepwalking” your immediate reaction is “Maybe it's the wig” but quickly forget all about it due to relaxation
“Um… yyyy/nnnn could you please help me out with one teeny tiny situation…? Please?”
Now you and Leo are on the case!
“Ooo lala finally some privacy ;)”
“Don't touch me until you’re bald AND we figure this out”
“Pwetty pwease? JUST ONE!”
“Fine, ONE kiss”
After the evil hair reveal and fighting with your boyfriend’s hair he's finally bald again
Leo explains the massage guy’s deal but it falls on deaf ears
“Hey, who’s that guy?” “He'sthe non-member we kicked out earlier!”
“I bet he and that human are the thieves. Call the cops”
After a quick stay in jail, you’re now peacefully back home
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hotasfahrenheit · 1 year ago
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Mew knows more than he's letting on and Mew may not be the master manipulator that a lot of people are guessing he is- which is still a theory that I love- but he's definitely not as innocent as other people are advocating for.
CASE IN POINT--
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He stopped RIGHT in front of where Boston stopped to drop his swim trunks on the ground and looked down before looking up again and going forward to the shower he found Top in, and unless Boston's magic trick of getting into the next stall over involved scooping his shorts off the floor and drying up any wet, incriminating footprints he might have left behind while doing so, Mew knows Boston is still in that shower room, and if there's wet footprints anywhere, then he KNOWS Top wasn't in the shower alone. If there aren't footprints, he knows Boston is definitely in there but remaining silent, and knows that Top has got to be lieing about thinking Boston is gone because why would Boston just... not be like "yo I'm here in this other stall"? THE WHOLE THING IS SUSPICIOUS NO MATTER WHAT WAY YOU DICE IT UP and Mew is not an idiot.
The next scene of the two of them is at Mew's place, when Top is working on putting legs on a table, and before the seductive cookie thing that Mew does, when Top tells him he's assembling the table so that Mew thinks of him when he sees the table, Mew has a subdued reaction with only a reluctant tiny smile before changing the subject by offering a cookie. I've been a person trying to hide my disappointment/upset with a partner before and had the exact same reaction to a compliment or flirtation moment that I couldn't help but feel was disingenuous considering how -I- was feeling at the time so I know that expression all too well.
The switch to the cookie flirtation gives him something to do to confirm Top's desire for him without risking anything more serious in the moment and also keeps it to a brief interaction since the cookies are small. It gives him the freedom to flirt but put a hard line down that Top can't cross- get the cookie, but that's it, especially once the cookie is gone since they eat it. It puts him back in control of the situation and their interactions.
He seems to have set aside any suspicions by the couch cuddling scene, but it'll be interesting to see whether or not Mew makes it clear that he was aware of what was going on in the shower at any point or if he continues to play dumb about it. (there's also something about the lighting up there where Boston arriving in the shower room is lit much darker and almost sinister in comparison to Mew arriving and being sunlit and that's obviously on purpose there's just so much everywhere to unpaaaack)
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dizscreams · 2 years ago
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Moments in Love — Ethan Landry ★
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PAIRING: Ethan x gn!reader
SUMMARY: Just you and Ethan on the subway sharing headphones :)
WARNINGS: just fluff! enjoy my dears
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You and Ethan were on your way home after a date, but since New York is so crowded you had to take the subway. No taxis would take you so this was the best idea you had! The subway was fine you didn’t mind it, it was just how many people were actually on the subway. But it also made sense, NYC is beautiful but a pain in the ass.
Ethan sat down in a seat then you sat next to him. You put your earbuds in and looked at him. You stared at him with pure admiration. Your favorite thing to do was gush about him to your friends, you just couldn’t help it! He was really pretty, he was smart, he was actually funny to your surprise (except for his dad jokes) , and he was kind, trusting, caring. You could make a whole book about him. If you were being totally honest you didn’t know how he was a virg-
He caught you staring and lightly flicked your head, snapping you out of your thoughts. “What were you looking at?” He asked and laughed at your reaction, you looked away with a tiny smile on your face and fiddled with your hands, “Nothin” you said sheepishly. He quirked an eyebrow at that answer. “Okay, you,” he snorted.
He looked down at you and smiled, then took your hand in his and rubbed his thumb across your knuckles. You looked up at him with heart eyes and he looked at you the exact same. He was so perfect and just so special, you didn’t know if you deserved him. But he was yours so you knew you did something right!
“Can I listen with you?”
“Hm?” he pointed to your earbuds, “Can I listen to music with you?”
“Oh, yeah, of course Eth.” You smiled at him before handing him an earbud. He moved a little closer to you and you felt the need to put your head on his shoulder, so you did.
Ethan didn’t know how he got you. You had liked him for a while and he had NO idea. Chad and Tara were the ones that had to do the matchmaking cause he liked you as much as you did him. He was nervous and oblivious you were nervous and oblivious, it was the perfect match. He had never had a real relationship before and you never seemed to have a good one, but you both got lucky and found each other.
He started tapping his fingers on your hand along to the beat, with them still being intertwined and you smiled. It was the little things he did.
After that song played you asked him if he wanted to play one which he happily obliged to. It went like that for a while, you both taking turns playing songs, him thinking about how you two needed to make a playlist together, and your hands still interlocked.
You had both made it to your stop and got off, you were both going back to your dorms which was about a 7 minute walk. He decided he would start a conversation about music and it was probably the best idea he’s ever had. You quickly became interested in the topic and you both had a really good conversation.
“Opinion on September?”
“Doesn’t get any better than that.”
“Good, I was worried I would’ve had to break up with you” he joked and you dramatically put your hand on your heart. “I can’t believe you would think of such a thing” he laughed at you and that made laugh. You don’t know how many times he’s made you listen to ‘Lets groove’ in your time of knowing him, but thought it was adorable.
After you guys talked the whole way there you felt even more in love with him, you didn’t even know that was possible. You couldn’t stop smiling and laughing, he just made you unbelievably happy. To both of your dismay, you had made it to his apartment first. You walked him to his door and kissed his cheek and attempted to walk away before he gently grabbed your hand.
“Do you have to go?”
You thought about it for a minute. Tara would be out and Sam would be at Danny’s and you knew Quinn had a boy over sooo
“Nah I don’t think so” you both smiled brightly before going inside.
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hornyhornyhimbos · 10 months ago
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can we get a glimpse into the future of how cowboy steve and reader are doing? do they still own the bar he bought for them and do they have kids? it would be cute to see steve have a mini him that loves to ride bulls
so so sorry for just now getting around to posting this!! more on that later but for now, i hope you enjoy!!!!
"When She Says Baby" ~ S. Harrington
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Summary: Excitement is high as the Harringtons celebrate the two year anniversary of opening their little bar. But for Reader, anxiety is also high as her yearly gynecologist's appointment rolls around…
Pairing: Bull Rider!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader
Word Count: 3,285
Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, creampie, oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, breeding kink, daddy kink, sorta cockwarming but not really, sorta dubious consent (they're in an established relationship but were both tipsy beforehand), dirty talk, explicit language, alcohol consumption, lmk if i missed anything!
Extra Notes: i haven't really written a breeding kink before so if this is bad, i apologize // also really could've sworn i queued this yesterday so let's all pretend it's still filthy friday, ok??
Based On: the rest of this series and the ask mentioned above!
Originally Written: 06/23/2023 through 06/28/2023
filthy fridays | stranger things masterlist
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Your veins had been burning all day with some mixture of adrenaline, excitement and anxiety.
It was the two year anniversary of opening Harrington's Honky-Tonk, which Steve had reluctantly agreed on calling it, and the day had been filled with preparation for the big party that night. Fans had come from just about anywhere in Indiana and the surrounding states when they heard Steve Harrington was celebrating the momentous occasion with half-off drinks and a big announcement at the end of the night.
Your day, however, started to go a little differently when you arrived at your gynecologist's office for your yearly check-up.
You weren't necessarily nervous because of something potentially bad. It wasn't like you were pregnant, you and Steve used two different types of protection nearly every time you had sex. And it definitely wasn't like you had an STI, considering you and Steve had been loyal to each other for so many years.
No, what had you anxious was the fact that you needed your IUD replaced. Or, maybe you didn't…
Every part of your brain knew you should've talked to Steve before the appointment about what route to take. You were a hundred percent positive that getting pregnant was nowhere in the cards for the near future. Still, some part of you knew having the IUD replaced wasn't what you wanted. So, instead of getting it replaced, you decided to simply have the old one taken out.
Some weird jumble of both guilt and relief fluttered around in your stomach the whole afternoon and into the night. The only time you'd found a tiny bit of solace was in the two shots of vodka you'd downed at the party, but toward the end of the night, it had certainly worn off and the feeling from before quickly returned.
Steve must've noticed, pulling you away from the bar and into the back room. You were tempted to down a whole bottle of vodka from the rack beside you rather than admit your secret to him, but thought better of it.
"You alright?" he asked, his hand brushing yours as if asking permission to hold it. Despite being married for over a year now and having been together for five years in total, he was still a gentleman. Holding doors for you, giving you the last of his fries, and asking permission on almost everything were practically daily occurrences with Steve around.
You nodded softly, despite being the exact opposite of that seven letter word he'd just used. "I'm okay, just stressed about tonight."
Steve's big announcement was the whiskey brand he'd been working on, and while you weren't all that nervous about the fans' reactions—you knew it would go over well, the way his fans adored him—part of you had still been a little scared about the financial aspect of it. Starting a new company was difficult—you'd both experienced that firsthand.
One of his hands moved up to cup your cheek, distracting you from your current train of thought. His thumb rubbed soft lines along your skin. "Hey, whatever happens happens, right?" he reassured you. He pulled you up for a soft kiss on the forehead, greeting you with an even softer smile when he pulled away. "It'll be okay, I promise."
'Whatever happens happens,' his words rang through your head like an alarm you wanted so desperately to turn off. Your mind wandered back to your secret, and hoped that those words would apply once again whenever you told him.
The rest of the night went by surprisingly fast and smoothly, you and Steve loosening up a little over some Jack and Cokes and a round of line dancing that neither of you were sure how you'd gotten roped into. His announcement even went over well—considering all the excited shouts and whooping that rang throughout the bar in response—and Steve seemed to be at an all time high when he pulled you toward the staircase.
In fact, you were sure you'd never seen a smile as big as the one Steve was sporting as he picked you up bridal-style, carrying you up the stairs and into your shared apartment.
The two of you had originally planned on buying a house in a nearby neighborhood, but when things fell through, you both realized just how much you liked the idea of turning the upstairs area of the bar into an apartment. Flash forward two and a half years and now, the place was transformed into a cozy little one bedroom apartment, littered with Steve's various awards and many, many pairs of cowboy (and cowgirl) boots.
Your arms were wrapped tight around his neck, a gentle smile tugging at your own lips as he kicked the door shut with his foot. Seeing Steve so excited was almost enough to distract you from the impending news you had yet to deliver.
Steve set you down on the floor, his hands making their way to your hips while his mouth locked on yours. "Did you know I love you more than anyone has ever put into words?" he asked between kisses, one hand traveling from your hip to your ass. It had been so long since Steve had gotten tipsy, you'd almost forgotten how frisky alcohol could make him.
Guilt twisted into a tight knot in the pit of your stomach. Pulling away, you decided it was best to just rip off the band-aid. You couldn't hold back any longer, you felt like you'd explode if you did. "You can't say things like that when I'm about to tell you something that'll make you hate me forever."
His face softened as he stepped closer to you. A gentle kiss brushed over your forehead before his eyes greeted yours. "I doubt you could ever do that," he countered, his hands moving back to your waist.
Your eyes parted from his, looking down at his boots and wondering just how you of all people got lucky enough to marry the best man in the whole world. A deep sigh left your mouth before the words you'd been dreading followed. "I went to the gyno today."
"Oh, yeah, your yearly appointment was today. How'd that go?"
You forced your eyes to meet his, and the remorseful feeling in your stomach twisted and writhed even harder when you saw the soft honey color that had settled in them. After that, the words tumbled out so fast that even you couldn't believe he had that much of an influence on you. "She took out my IUD! There, I said it! Stop looking at me like that!"
A string of chuckles tumbled from his lips as he bent down, his mouth melding to yours again. You couldn't lie, you were definitely shell-shocked from this unexpected reaction.
"Don't you get it?" you all but screamed as your mouths parted. "She took it out! As in, she didn't replace it! Doesn't that make you the least bit angry with me for not asking first?"
Steve shook his head as the grin from earlier made its way back to his mouth. "No, it doesn't. It's your body, you can do whatever you so please with it. It does mean a lot though that you care about my opinion so much."
Guilt was overpowered by the biggest wave of love you'd ever felt for this man. "You do realize we have to be extra careful now, right? Like, no going without a condom, taking morning after pills, the whole nine yards of precaution."
The honey color that swirled in his irises quickly turned to a lustful black. "Who said?"
You felt like you were experiencing whiplash from the amount of different emotions you'd felt in the past five minutes. You couldn't lie, you weren't opposed to having kids, but you had been absolutely positive Steve didn't want them right now, so his words definitely took you by surprise.
Your eyebrows furrowed together, but not a second later, Steve kissed away the confused crease between them. "But-"
He shook his head, already knowing exactly what you were going to say. "I never wanted to wait. Sure, a lot has happened in the past few years so the timing wouldn't have been great, but not for one second did I not want to have kids with you."
Happy tears filled your eyes as you pulled him down for a long kiss, adoration flowing from the top of your head all the way down to the tips of your toes. His hands slipped into your back pockets as he deepened the kiss, his tongue all but forcing its way into your mouth.
You pulled him ever so close, your limbs entangling like they belonged to one another. His mouth moved away from yours and down to your neck, sucking on the pulse point and eliciting a moan. Steve chuckled, pulling you toward the bed but not once removing his lips from your body.
Somewhere along the way, he kicked off his boots before pushing you back on the bed. He tugged off your sneakers, tossing them toward the shoe rack, then making quick work of your jeans. "What do you say?" he asked, kissing you again, harder and needier than he had before. "Do you want that?"
"Please," you all but begged, your hands meeting his back, nails raking the skin beneath his shirt.
"Please… what?" he asked, tossing off the skin-tight tee shirt he'd been sporting. After seeing the way it hugged the muscles of his arms and the dips of his chest and stomach, you'd been desperate for him to take it off since the moment he put it on.
Your breathing sped up as you thought about your answer. "Please," you repeated, "wanna make you a daddy. A real daddy."
His eyes were completely lust-blown by now, his fingers drawing tantalizing circles on your thigh as he leaned down to meet your still-clothed core with a soft kiss. "I like the way you think, princess."
He made quick work of your panties, his lips immediately connecting to your clit. He hummed in pleasure, the vibration only pushing you closer to the edge. Over the years, Steve had found all the perfect ways to unravel you, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you were cumming.
"Steve," you whined, your hands intertwining in his already messy hair. You guided him to where you needed him most, his tongue dipping inside you while his nose bumped against your clit. Your legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer.
He parted from you with a low laugh, your eyes rolling in both frustration and want. "Can't help it," he said, kissing your pussy again, "Gotta make sure she's ready for me."
His tongue slipped back into your hole, your wetness surely soaking the stubble that covered his cheeks. Moans and whines tumbled from your mouth, one after the other, until you were on the brink of falling apart. Your veins burned with arousal, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of their sockets when his mouth moved up to your clit, replacing his tongue easily with two fingers.
Fingertips grazed your G-spot, and in an instant, you were coming undone, all but screaming his name as you came on his tongue.
Slowly, he pulled his fingers out before holding them up to your parted lips. "Suck," Steve instructed, dark eyes meeting your glassy ones. You didn't hesitate, swirling your tongue around the digits and taking in the taste of your essence.
You worked to control your breathing as his fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head, his eyes nearly popping out at the sight of your breasts and the way they all but spilled out of your bra. "Just think," he started, pulling one of them out of the cup and palming at it, his fingers twisting the bud and drawing out a mewl from your lips, "Gonna be so pretty and big." Steve was a huge fan of your boobs anyway, but you knew he was going to be utterly obsessed with how big they'd get if or when you got pregnant.
His lips wrapped around your nipple while he palmed at the neglected one. Your eyes rolled in desire, a small, "Fuck," falling from your lips.
Steve forced himself to remove his lips from you, knowing he'd stay there for hours if he didn't. He shoved his pants and boxers off in one swift motion, throwing them in the general direction of the bathroom. His cock sprung up, and you swore you'd never felt as carnal for him as you did at that moment.
"You ready?" he asked, being ever the gentleman. You nodded and in a second, he was pushing inside you. Groans and expletives tumbled from Steve's lips, his head falling forward as he slowly slid in. "Fuuuck," he sighed heavily, "I love you."
"Not as much- shit- as I love you," you exhaled, shifting your hips and chasing down the rest of his length. The crescent moons of your fingernails dug into his back, surely on the verge of making him bleed.
He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, beginning to create that perfect rhythm only he knew how to provide you with. "Yeah? Love me so much you're gonna- fuck- carry my baby around? Let everyone know who got you in that state?"
A soft whimper slipped from your tongue as you managed a nod, rutting your hips in an attempt to speed up Steve's motions.
"So needy," he teased, canting his hips faster, fast enough to catch you off guard. His cock brushed your sensitive spot, your back arching off the bed in response. "Just so ready for me to fill you up, huh?"
You whined, pulling him down with one hand while the other still scraped at his spine. Your mouths connected in a messy kiss, surely leaving your lips swollen when he pulled away. "Please," you begged again, "fill me up, daddy."
A guttural groan rolled off his tongue as his hips pistoned harder, his heavy balls slapping against you as he chased down his high. "Your wish is my command, sweetheart," he replied, his lips meeting the dip of your breasts. "Gonna get you all pretty and full, over and over again. Gonna remind you of the only man that can fill you like that."
Your pussy fluttered around him, your orgasm quickly approaching. "Fuck, Steve!" you exclaimed, surely loud enough for the people downstairs to hear. "I'm gonna-"
"Cum for me, baby," he said, somehow making the phrase sound encouraging yet filthy at the same time. "Cum all over daddy's cock, yeah?"
Whimpers and moans tumbled off your tongue as you fell apart underneath him, your hands grasping at his shoulders to steady yourself. Your toes curled, digging into his hips and pulling him even further inside you.
His hips rutted in a sloppy rhythm and you knew it wouldn't be long before he was cumming too. He sucked a harsh kiss on the dip of your neck, surely leaving a hickey in his wake. "God, you're gonna be so pretty. All knocked up with my babies. Showing everyone how willing you were for me to fill you up and fuck you right."
His name fell from your lips like a record stuck on a loop, a mantra you needed in order to survive. The overstimulation was too much and not enough all at once, your eyes crossing in pure pleasure as yet another orgasm built within you.
One of his hands gripped yours, lacing his large digits in between your smaller ones, his thumb rubbing soft lines along the back of your hand. Steve stopped mid-thrust, his previously dark eyes turning to gentle ones, and you swore you saw tears forming in them. He took a deep breath before leaning down to kiss you, a soft kiss so different from the rough, longing kisses from before. A smile pulled at his lips when he moved away, his eyes meeting yours.
"You sure about this? Last chance," he kidded, but you could tell there was some seriousness hidden behind his playful tone.
You nodded before kissing him again, your opposite hand slipping into his hair again and giving it a gentle tug. "I'm ready," you reassured him, now nearly on the brink of tears yourself. "Been ready since the day I laid eyes on you, cowboy."
He pushed back in, slowly building back up his pace and working both of you back to the brink of orgasm. His lips parted into an open 'O' as he thrusted one last time, emptying all that he had inside you as you climaxed for a third time.
It was by no means the first time you'd gone without a condom, but something about this time was different. Maybe it was knowing that you no longer had an IUD, maybe it was the risk of it sticking this time. Whatever it was, it had you feeling a closeness to Steve that you weren't sure you'd ever felt before.
He flipped the two of you over, allowing you to fall limp on top of him. Your chests heaved in lousy attempts to calm your breathing, the only noise filling the air being that of your exhales. His palm abandoned yours, moving up to your back and sliding soft lines up and down your spine. Parted lips greeted your scalp with a gentle kiss, before they moved down to your forehead, finally stopping at your own lips as he turned your face towards his.
"Stevie?" you said, looking up at him through previously mascara-coated lashes, the makeup surely having been sweated off by now.
"Yeah?" he answered, grazing another peck across your forehead.
You hated to ruin the moment but… "I need to pee."
A goofy grin formed on his face as he rolled you back over, gripping his hands around your thighs and keeping you wrapped around him. His cock was still buried inside you, still pressed against your sweet spot, still finding a way to make you moan despite barely having moved. "Sorry, can't do that."
Your head fell back against the mattress, a frustrated growl falling your lips. Sure, you weren't really all that frustrated—you could eat, sleep, and breathe with Steve's dick buried inside you and it still wouldn't be enough—but you really did need to pee, and you knew this was the only way you'd get him to pull out. "I'm gonna piss all over you and the bed if you don't let me move."
A sly smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Kinky," he chuckled, "I like that in a woman."
You couldn't help the snicker that he elicited out of you. Still, you shook your head in protest. "Please? I really do need to pee."
"Gotta make sure it sticks," he countered, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible.
This time, a smirk pulled at your lips. "I doubt it won't stick, considering how hard you just fucked me," you argued. "But I'll tell you what. If you let me go pee, you can try again," you paused, kissing his neck, "and again," a kiss on his earlobe, "and again," a final kiss on those plump, pink lips you loved so much, "until it finally does stick. How 'bout that?"
He slowly pulled out, low mewls exiting both of your mouths in sync. Steve moved just enough for you to stand up, his palm slapping your ass playfully as you began to walk away. "You wanna know something?"
"What's that?" you asked, flicking on the bathroom light.
He followed you into the bathroom, his eyes turning dark once again. "I like the way you think, cowgirl."
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So... surprise??
I really did mean to post this however many months ago when I got the request. But I guess I was just never really happy with this fic and I wanted to re-write it or just trash the idea and start over but nothing really ever felt right. So I'm sticking with the original and hoping you guys enjoy! I have so much more to come for this cowboy and his girl but for now, this is where they are.
To the anon who requested this, I hope you're still around. Sorry I kept you waiting for so long. I hope it was somewhat worth the wait ❤️
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I just need to brag for a second and, as a fellow connoisseur of the Dramatic Stylings of Mr Kanaphan, I thought you'd get it - I've been watching reactions to ep 5 and nobody clocks that the phone call is fake until they actually see Kant outside the assassin's lair (well, a couple started wondering after Fadel's line about him finally being trustworthy followed by Style looking shifty!). But I knew before he even answered the call, all thanks to yet another tiny but fantastic moment of First Face Acting: there's a split second before he picks up where you see him look up from the phone with a sort of 'oh fuck' expression, which would make sense if it was someone like the Captain calling, but then by the time he answers he's back to normal, and it's (theoretically) Babe, so why would he have made that expression upon seeing his beloved younger bro calling? Unless it's not so much an 'oh fuck' but a 'fuck, here we go', cos the game is now on. And then that's just compounded by the exaggerated 'Huh??' he lets out, because no way that's First acting shocked - it's so OTT! That is First acting Kant acting shocked, and we all know by now that Kant is no First. And just the entire conversation after he hangs up - it's so fake! It's so Kant! The whole 'oh I couldn't possibly spoil your fun. No, I will go alone like the long-suffering martyr that I am' - said the lying liar who lies! (even if the long-suffering martyr thing actually is true - ooo yet another example of him only being able to pull off lies based in truths! Plus I would kinda love it if Kant deliberately used the younger bro in peril sob story to tug at Fadel's heartstrings, even though I think it was prob just a convenient excuse - two birds with one stone though I guess!). Sorry, this got away from me! Point is: First is amazing and he's doing SO MUCH with this role, bringing SO MUCH nuance to the table - the least we viewers can do is try and pick up what he's putting down instead of...well, let's just say I agree wholeheartedly with your impulse to take Kant away from an undeserving audience!
And PLEASE do a deep dive into the Fadel=Kant thing because yes! I was just thinking bout all the Fadel meta re. why he folded so fast and so thoroughly - years of repression etc. - and how that will most likely apply to Kant too: once he gives up the 'I'm an unfeeling mission-oriented' ghost, and resigns himself to the fact he's in love, he's gonna be sooooooooooo gone! He's gonna be the most unbearably sappy lovesick romantic loser in the whole show! And for the exact same reason - because he's spent so long denying himself. They are the same person! It's just the wrapping that's different - Kant's all glitzy gold foil with velvety ribbon flourishes while Fadel is recycled black Kraft paper, but once you tear it all off you get the same present underneath: a protective, self-sacrificing orphaned older brother trapped in a toxic and coercive dynamic with an authority figure, armed with an array of failing defense mechanisms (e.g. Fadel's coldness, Kant's dishonesty), and undone by a penchant for unhinged chaos gremlins. I hope they're reluctant bffs by the end of the show!
oh yes yes yes on the call front i was so shocked people were genuinely believing that cause i literally said in my liveblog i clocked he was lying from the exaggerated “huh??” - the points about his face right before the call too is great, like first is doing SUCH an incredible job showcasing when kant is being genuine vs when he’s lying through his teeth. and it’s like okay, i get not everyone is good at picking up on nuances and microexpressions and what not but with kant it’s not even about the small things because again he’s a BAD LIAR! first makes it so so obvious for us what kant is feeling at any given moment because it’s obviously written on his face even when he’s trying to lie. that’s why his lies that aren’t really lies work the best, because there is truth to it!
god genuinely kant is such a FASCINATING character and first is doing such an incredible job portraying him in all his nuances. and i absolutely do plan to do a deep dive into all the ways fadel and kant are exactly the same especially cause it’s crazy how different the audience reaction is to them both when again, they’re very, VERY similar characters. your description of them is honestly perfect because while their packaging may be different, it’s all the same underneath. and like bison already has kant completely wrapped around his finger, style even pointed it out, so it’s gonna be beautiful to see when he can truly allow himself to feel everything for bison :)
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