#this takes place after Order Up of course hehe

[dragonbma]

MC:SMtober Day 17: Favorite Ship! (by @bumpkin-bug)

So hard to beat the gay allegations when you’re gay. 😔

Inspired by this post:

OMG GUYS IT THEM-

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 | 𝐊.𝐘𝐒 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Anger surged through your lover, and you were the only one who could calm him.

『Word count』 : 1.61k

-> Genre: Smut. Fluff. Little bit of Angst.

Pairing: Sub!Yeosang x SoftDom!Reader

[Warnings] : Tiny bit of self hatred. Swearing. Anger issues. Pet name (Baby boy, Sangie. Baby). Making out. Hickeys. Male whimpering. Hand job. Bathtub sex. Unprotected sex. Multiple orgasms. Crying. Dirty talk.

Networks: @blossomnet @atzhouse

Note: Thank you, @yeosangiess, for this request, I haven't written subby men in a while, so this is refreshing to write, hehe ♡♡

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Some of Yeosang’s members swear they saw smoke fuming out of Yeosang’s ears as he left the studio. Even going as far as saying he was leaving footprints of chard wood on the timber floor as he stormed out. The guys had texted you, Hongjoong even went as far as calling you, warning that Yeosang had been pushing himself and that he was very agitated and blowing up at everyone.

You, of course, reassured that you had everything under control and that Yeosang would feel better after some relaxation as you put it. Hongjoong wished you luck saying there was nothing to change your lover's sour mood. But you knew him best. You knew what Sangie needed. So once you hung up, you got to work. Grabbing bath bombs scented in vanilla and berries. Oils and candles alike and some chocolates that you knew he liked. The bath was filled to the brim with bubbles when you were done with it, and you had an order prepared for Yeosang’s favourite fried chicken placed so he could eat something hot when he got out.

You were proud of what you had made. A little safe space for him. And as you lit the last candle, you heard the lock on the front door unlatch, making you aware your partner was home. “Honey! I’ll be out in a second.”

 Yeosang, on the other hand didn’t say anything to your call. Instead, he grumbled, still radiating anger towards himself and the world. Why couldn’t he just get the line right? Why did he have to miss his queue in the choreo every goddamn time? Why the fuck was the buckle on his shirt not opening like he wanted it to. Oh my god, where are the fucking scissors? He basically threw his phone, wallet and keys on the counter before slamming his hands down, giving up on the stupid piece of fabric that held his shirt onto his jacket. He was so tired. Every little thing that could go wrong went wrong. Everything he did was wrong. God why did he have to hate himself.

“Baby…” Your sweet, soft voice called him out of his mind, making him lazily tilt his head over to you. His heart stopped seeing you completely bare of clothing. Only being left in your cute little pink panties he bought you not long ago. He had to gulp, taking in your beautiful figure. Everything about you was perfect. “Come with me…”

He took your hand without hesitation, letting you lead him towards the bathroom without as much as a peep from him. He sighed immediately once the sweet smell of vanilla entered his nose. His eyes closed, taking in the aroma, and while he stood there silently. You slowly undid the belts and loops and zipped off his clothes, slowly stripping him from head to toe. And he let you do it. Taking a moment to give you control. He just wanted you to take it all away. “Join me…” He spoke finally for the first time since coming home.

You give me a small smile, knowing he was going to ask that already. So you give me a little nod, getting in the tub first before letting him take a seat in between your spread legs. You slowly began to wash him, bringing the water to his shoulders, working your thumbs into his tight skin. His groans bounced off the tiled wall of the bathroom, becoming music to your ears. He was finally relaxing, and you were the reason for it. “Tell me what happened.”

You knew talking about it would help him, and deep down, he knew it too. So he began to explain. Explain how he couldn’t seem to do anything right. Now, every little thing got in his way. Heck, even Wooyoung’s laughter itched his brain the wrong way that he ended up yelling at his friend… he felt terrible for that one. “I just feel like… I’m useless. Nothing is going right for me.”

“You’re not useless, Sangie.” Your voice tickled his neck as he snuggled more into your chest with his back flushed against yours.  “You are just having a bad day. Everyone has them.” Your hands glide over his biceps, playing with the bubbles stuck to his soft skin.

“I know...I just…” He didn’t know what he wanted anymore. Did he want to scream? Or was crying a better option? Did he want you to keep rubbing his arms with the gentlest touch, or did he need more… the way your fingers smoothed over skin. How you knew always the right places to touch him. His cock twitched in the water at his thoughts. Growing impatient, the annoyance from today brewing into pure sexual tension.

“What do you need, Sangie?” You asked innocently, having no clue what the bubbles were hiding beneath. Yeosang groaned, tilting his head so his face was now inches from yours. You could see the sparkle in his eyes. The anger that turned to desperation. You suddenly knew what he needed, and with a parted mouth and a whimper, Yeosang answered you.

“P-please…help me.” His soft whine caused a smile to form on your face, locking your lips gently on his. Your hand snaked from his arm to his cock, feeling he had grown harder in every moment. Your fingers wrapped around the shaft giving it a light squeeze, causing Yeosang to bite your lip in a whine. “P-please baby. I n-need it..arghnn.”

Your breath mixed with his as he kept repeating his sweet little ‘pleases’ against your tongue. You started to stroke him, feeling his cock twitch with a delicate touch. “That’s it, baby. Relax let go.” You murmured against his lips, slowly kissing down his cheek and jaw, suckling a big red mark on his collarbone. Yeosang gripped the sides of the tub, saliva painting his plump lips and hiccuped whimpers spilling from him. He felt pure bliss. Finally getting a taste of relaxation as he came all in the water.

“I...I need more… please.” he cried, tears trickling down his hot red cheeks. You shifted, feeling yourself become wet from your lover's little whimpers. You kiss his shoulder before squeezing him tightly, making him throw his head back in a silent scream.

“Do you want to be inside me, baby boy?” You suggested, making his eyes snap open to greet your dark ones.

“Yes, yes. Please, I need it. I want to feel you around me so badly.” You wiped a tear away from his cheek, wetting his cheek with some of the bubbles that clung to your fingertips. You let him go, giving him a moment to breathe, and with no grace, you shifted in the tub until you were sitting on his lap. Yeosang leaned back, his hands still holding the edge of the tub, making his knuckles turn white. “P-please baby. I need you.” He gulps feeling your cunt so close yet so far away from him. He was about to lose his mind if he didn’t feel you right this second.

“It's okay, pretty boy. I’ll give you whatever you need. You want my pussy. All you gotta do is ask.” You kiss his lips tenderly, holding his cheek in your palm. He melted, his hands reaching for your hips desperately. He tugged, needed to feel inside you. He needed to feel your soft velvet walls wrapped around him as if it were the only thing that would keep him alive.

“Please, please, baby. I need your pussy so badly. I think I might explode.” His whimpering words made you chuckle as you lined your aching cunt to his tip. His wide teary eyes stared hopelessly into yours, a twinkle shining in them from the moonlight creeping its way into the steamed room. He held his breath as he felt you take him inch by inch until you completely bottomed him out. “Fffucckkk huhngg.”

“That’s his baby, let go of all that tension.” You rubbed his shoulders as you kissed along his jaw. Yeosang was sobbing quietly at this point on the verge of already emptying his load when you had only just sunk onto him. He needed this. This was what he had been craving. His beautiful precious partner riding him like it was the only thing you both required in life.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m c-coming.” Yeosang cried holding you desperately. His face disappeared into your shoulder as he felt his whole body shake from pleasure. His load quickly filled your insides, making you moan out. Your hips didn’t stop until you knew his high was gone, leaving just a peaceful lingering silence along with the soft heavy beats of two hearts.

“y-you didn’t come..” He hadn't left your shoulder, words mumbling against your skin. You just chuckled, saying it was okay and that he was the priority, but he didn’t take that answer lightly. Pulling you away from him, he held your face between his hands. You could clearly see his tear-stained red cheeks and puffy eyes from your view. Even when he cries, he still looked eternal. “But I wanna make you feel good too baby…”

You grabbed his wrist, kissing each of them softly before chuckling. “I’ll be fine. I feel good, making you feel good. And that’s all that matters right now.” You softly kissed his cheek. “Now relax, we have all night for you to make me cum. But for now, let me look after you, okay?”

Yeosang sighed, letting you carry on with kissing away his pain. And once all the bubbles had popped and the water ran cold, he would whisper, answering you softly…

“okay…”

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑁𝑂 𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝐴 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑍 𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅𝑆. 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝑃𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐼𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐿𝑌

© 𝐉𝐚𝟑𝐡𝐰𝐚. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost, or use my work in any way, shape, or form.

[freyaphoria]

now im curious what yandere hongjoong does for a living hehe also joong gifted hwa legos for his good behavior right? could you write something like yn being jealous bcs joong gifted hwa present and nothing for you?

Alexa, play Will you be my 벗? (8:09 sec) by Ateez -> Wooyoung: bimil~

I'm kidding, but since I'm thinking of writing the fic in series, I want it to be a surprise loll. But it's a job that suits his yandere character very well, you can guess it, right?

And I would like to express my love and gratitude to my dear @matzrionette for helping me find a title🩷

Jealousy Left Unwrapped

tw: jealousy!, yandere hongjoong, yan!seongjoong x reader

wc: 1540

taglist: @aim-blossom

"Why do you look so sad?" You swear he's doing it on purpose. He does it knowingly to make you jealous and drive you crazy. It doesn't take a genius to understand why you're upset.

"I am not." replied briefly and harshly. Your eyes were also on Seonghwa, who opened the gift package with excitement. "What's that tone of voice? Know your place." Your eye muscles had developed from rolling your eyes at Hongjoong during your stay here. After rolling your eyes at him, you were still hoping that he would give you a gift, too. After all, you were just as good as Hwa, okay you still didn't like Hongjoong but at least you tolerated him. Even this should have been rewarded.

"Joongie! You bought the set I wanted the most! Thank you so much!" Having finished unpacking, Seonghwa jumped on Hongjoong and hugged his neck. Your stomach dropped when Hongjoong said something to him like it was no big deal and kissed his cheek. For a moment, you thought that if Hongjoong was going to expect the same performance from you when he gave you a gift, you'd rather he didn't give a gift at all.

But then you thought again why he bought a gift for him and not for you. Why didn't he buy you anything? You've been behaving really well lately. You didn't try to escape, you were finishing your meals. Sometimes when Hongjoong hugged you, you didn't try to escape from his arms. You even wished him good night yesterday. Why didn't he buy you anything?

Was this jealousy? No way. You weren't crazy enough to be jealous that the man who kidnapped you was buying a gift for his other victim, who was just as crazy as himself, but not buying one for you.

Yes, you agreed. You were jealous. But how can you not be jealous? Hongjoong already had a favorite. His favorite of course, was Hwa, either because they spent more time together, or because he found Hwa and formed a bond with him at the peak of his sick impulses, or because he was a hundred times more loyal to Hongjoong than you. Yes, he loved you obsessively too, but look, he bought the gift for Seonghwa, not you.

Seonghwa looked at you as jealousy flared in your heart, forming a bigger and bigger ball. "Angel look, now we have a set to do together!" He looked very happy. And the fact that he included you in his gift made you feel ashamed of your jealous thoughts. But the problem wasn't Seonghwa, it was Hongjoong.

Of course, Hongjoong knew what he was doing. From time to time, in order to keep your relationship strong, he would give more attention to one of you than the other and ignore the other. This was one of his favorite manipulation tactics. The person who is ignored subconsciously thinks, "I must be as good as them, what can I do to make him love me as much?" he loved injecting this thoughts and seeing the flames of jealousy in both of your eyes. And he would definitely win. When he used this tactic on you, for a few days, without realizing it, you would act closer to Hongjoong, do whatever he said like a puppet, and try to win his love. Of course, you wouldn't do this consciously, but being the favorite person of the person who held power in his hands and the gifts or freedoms he showed you was very tempting.

After fake smiling at Seonghwa, you stood up. "I'm going to my room." As you turned around and went to your room, you heard Seonghwa say 'we were going to start this together, where are you going?' even though you heard his whining, Seonghwa was the last person you wanted to see right now.

You knew what you were doing was childish, but you couldn't help it. While jealousy was flowing through your veins, you were startled by the gentle knock on the room door. You knew it was Hwa, the only kind person here, who knocked your room.

"Did something happen?" You shook your head without looking at his face. Just as he was about to open his mouth again and say something, he closed his mouth when he heard Hongjoong's voice calling him from downstairs. "I'll start preparing dinner, if you want, you can watch TV with Hongjoong while I prepare it. I'll get his permission for you." It was starting to make you sick to your stomach at how nice he was to you. You sometimes wished he could treat you as cruelly and harshly as Hongjoong. This way, there would be nothing binding you here and you wouldn't start getting used to here. But sometimes, you wondered what would happen to Seonghwa if you managed to escape. You wouldn't forgive yourself if you couldn't save him from here and if his Hongjoong-like behavior progressed and he completely turned into Hongjoong.

"No need." You said without looking at him again. Seonghwa thought it would be better to close the door and leave you alone.

Dinner time also passed in silence. Since you didn't look at Seonghwa's face, you didn't see the new star necklace he had around his neck. Did he always have that necklace? No. You noticed it when it swayed as he took your empty plate, catching your eye with its metal reflection. "Since when did you have that necklace?" Hongjoong smiled at you subtly, as if expecting this question. "Ah, Hongjoong got this too. He gave it to me after you left. Beautiful, isn't it?" He told you with a big smile and playing with the star in his hand. He never meant to make you jealous, he was just very excited and wanted to show it off to the world. It was truly a great achievement and honor to receive a gift from Hongjoong.

Hongjoong saw the flaring jealousy in your eyes as you stood up from the table, and grabbed your arm before you could get too far. "What, you don't like it?" He was smiling at you so annoyingly that if he hadn't held your right hand, you would have tried to punch him. Unfortunately, you couldn't give the effect you wanted with your left hand. Maybe he was waiting for you to explode and punish you for it. You didn't know.

But you weren't going to give him what he wanted, he wasn't going to get that reaction from you. You put on a fake smile as you tried to pull your arm away from him. "I like it! It's beautiful! I loved it! It couldn't have been more beautiful!" You hated it when your emotions showed in your tone of voice. If you were stronger, could you stand up to him? "That tone of voice... Is it jealousy?" When he said it with a giggle, you felt yourself blushing from your ears to your cheeks. "Haha! Why are you jealous? After all, you hate this place and me, and it shouldn't matter if I buy him a gift and not you, right?" Ah, he's started again. Even if you denied it, he would continue this psychological torture until you agreed, so you would admit that you were jealous because you wanted it to end as soon as possible without tiring your brain any further. And also, yes, you were jealous.

"Yes, I'm jealous! So what?!" Seonghwa was watching you with wide eyes. Sometimes he was jealous of you too, but it wasn't because of the gifts Hongjoong bought you, it was because of the attention he gave you and didn't give him. "May I know why you're jealous, princess?" He knew why, but he enjoyed humiliating you this way. "Because... Because I've been so g-good lately too! Okay, even though I wasn't as good as Hwa, but I was s-still good! Why didn't you reward me too?" You cursed under your breath at your trembling and stuttering state. When he didn't say anything and looked at you, he looked at you for a long time, you felt uncomfortable and squirmed in your place. "Angel, we can do the lego set together-" "Seonghwa, shut up. Princess, if you were as obedient and loyal as Seonghwa, I would buy it for you too. But you still don't hug and kiss me of your own accord, it hurts my dignity." He looked at you and opened his arms a little, as if he expected you to jump into his lap, hug and kiss him right now. Even though you were jealous of the opportunities he offered Seonghwa, you were never going to give him what he wanted. You didn't move and looked at his arms for a while. Thinking you were hesitating, he said "Come here." to encourage you.

"In your dreams." You pulled your arm away from him harshly and headed back upstairs. "Then I won't buy you anything again!" His voice coming from downstairs got on your nerves. "You're not buying me anything anyway!" You shouted at him with the same tone of voice. Before slamming the door, you heard that Hongjoong mumbled something to Seonghwa about him banning you from watching TV for a week.

a/n: Again me and again yandere matz... Please keep sending me requests about yandere matz. I'm dying for them! Also, my next fic will be yandere yunho and lots of chaos! (I received the request you sent me but please give me some time to write it, dear anon♡♡)

[thelov3lybookworm]

Belonging with them

Day 3: Belonging.

Summary: He knew where he belonged now.

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Word Count: 1150

Warnings: azzie continues being jelly of kaden lolll

A/n: i love hazel sm yall dont get it 🥺 this fic is based on a short i saw on yt and the dad is like the biggest hunk and gave such cassian vibes and he genuinely cried 🥺 i was gonna write this fic for cassian but then i decided to give this to azzie cus he deserves to cry hehe

(if you dont know hazel and kaden, theyre from my mini series overprotective bat. it was a 2 part series which can be found on my azriel masterlist. all the fic in this week will be revolving around these two cuties hehe)

@azrielappreciationweek

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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"I don’t really know where I fit in anymore."

"I’ve been alive almost five and a half centuries and I’m not sure of that, either."

The day he had said those words to Feyre seemed like a lifetime away, as if experienced in a dream centuries ago when he was younger and could not differentiate between reality and what his brain had conjured up. But he knew, it had merely been five years.

The five years he had cherished the most in his life.

He loved his family. He adored the way Rhys and Cassian bickered during their annual snowball fight, the way Amren found a way to slide in a snide remark at every dinner, the way Mor would always be ready to go partying. Above all, he adored how all his family including the Archeron sisters would be ready to help him and be there for him any day. Even in the middle of the night when he did not want to wake up his wife but knew he needed someone to help him with his crying daughter.

But… they did not complete him. He loved them to bits and would readily give his life for them… before he met his now wife and decided she was the one he would spend his life with, mating bond be damned. He had lost all hopes of finding his mate back then after waiting for five centuries.

Imagine his shock when on their wedding day, he felt another thread of gold tying him to his wife.

Now as he sat watching his daughter pet a purring Nuts lounging on the low table in front of him while explaining to him how tea was made, he smiled.

He had found his place of belonging. And it was with his wife and daughter.

Of course, there had to be that boy trying to take his daughter away from him. What was his name? Kade? Kaden? Azriel thought bitterly.

He knew he was being dramatic. His daughter was barely four years at this point, no four year old was going to steal her away.

Hazel turned to Azriel, making him focus all his attention on her. He offered her a smile when she handed him a small pink cup.

"What is this?" He asked, bringing the empty toy to his lips.

She shot him an incredulous look. "It’s the tea you ordered daddy."

"Oh, yeah sorry, I was thinking about something."

She shook her head. "Stop thinking and focus, daddy. Kaden always pays attention."

Azriel stilled.

I am being compared to a four year old boy now? What has life come to.

He sighed, mumbling out an apology even though all he wanted to do was tell her to stay away from that boy.

He did not want to be forced to go apologise again.

She began fumbling with the littered toys on the desk once more, completely ignoring Azriel in favour of mumbling instructions to Nuts, as if teaching him how to cook.

As he watched her move over to the huge armchair and place a cup on it, conversing with what Azriel could only hope was not spirits of the deceased, his curiosity peaked.

Maybe it was a bad idea, but he needed to make sure that she was not getting overly friendly with Kaden.

"Hazel, this tea is amazing." He waited till she giggled before continuing. "By the way, how’s school?"

It was daycare to help her get accustomed to going to school next year, but Hazel insisted she was a big girl and attended big girl school.

"It’s fine. Miss Black gave me a gold star yesterday because I helped her." Hazel was focused on the air she was stirring in her red pot as she talked, lips pursed slightly in concentration.

"Hmm. Who’s your best friend?"

Please don’t say Kaden. Not Kaden. Please.

She turned around to glare at him, and he wondered if by any chance he had said the words aloud. But he knew he hadn’t. Azriel wouldn’t let himself speak without permission from himself.

Her brows bunched up, lips pouting and eyes narrowed, she looked as offended as an old grandma being told her grandchild was full and did not want more food.

"Daddy, it’s you. You’re my best friend." She rolled her eyes.

Azriel watched. He simply watched her return back to stirring her pot.

Cassian had been the one to teach her the eye rolling. Azriel had been amused. Seeing a child barely reaching his knees roll her eyes at him like she had lived five lives was nothing short of funny.

But right now, it felt anything but.

It’s you daddy.

His eyes were prickling, that was his first conscious thought after long moments of silence in his head. His vision was getting blurry, throat clogging. Tell tale signs of a sob session oncoming. But he could not bring himself to care as he stared at this little faeling, who did not even realise what she had done.

You’re my best friend.

Azriel simply sat back against the couch, the cushions pressing against his bare back, and let the tears have their way on his skin.

I’m her best friend.

Even despite the emotions Hazel had brought forth, somewhere in the back of his mind Azriel was rejoicing that her best friend was not Kaden.

Guess I’m never beating the territorial illyrian accusations.

The shadows settled down on his shoulders, swirling softly against his skin as they too watched Hazel play and pet Nuts occasionally. They did not inform him of his wife’s arrival in the living room. They did not have to. He simply felt when her presence was near. The all consuming feeling of love growing stronger in his chest being another indicator.

"Hazel, it’s bath time baby. Let’s go."

Hazel huffed as if what Y/n had said was the most outrageous thing ever. "Mommy, I can’t leave yet. There are customers."

Azriel practically felt his wife’s eyes narrow. "Daddy can attend to your customers."

Hazel turned to look at Azriel pleadingly, her eyes wide and placating before they filled with shock. "Daddy why are you crying!"

Y/n drew closer. "Azzie?"

Azriel blinked, smiling up at his wife before picking up his daughter. "It’s nothing. Just some dust."

Hazel turned to scowl at Nuts. "I told you to clean up properly. Now see, because of you my daddy is crying."

Azriel huffed out a laugh, pressing his lips to her round cheek.

"Let’s go shower baby. I’ll even get your toys, yeah?"

Azriel’s gaze swung to Y/n at the end of his sentence. She gave him a knowing smile.

"Can Nuts come too? Please daddy, mommy!"

"Fine, but no splashing." Y/n pointed a finger at the father-daughter duo, eyebrows raised.

Hazel had begun to whine, but even she knew not to argue when mommy was serious.

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[selineram3421]

*new version of Alastor takes over the Internet* Hehe.

Cursed Cat Headcanons

Curse Cat Alastor & Human Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ mentions of death, "normal" cat stuff ⚠

You find a strange looking cat at the shelter.

The red creature was separated from the other cats and behind a heavy duty glass with multiple scratch marks.

"Can I interact with this one?", you asked.

"I don't think we are allowed to let that one out...", the worker says. "We're not even sure if its a cat."

You were also not sure as the little creature had antlers.

"Might have been dead this morning.", they mumbled but you caught it.

"Uh...ok.", you say, feeling a little put off how calmly the employee said that. "I'll take them."

And that's how you got a cat.

Once having the necessary items and a cat tower order placed, you bring the red cat home.

It sounds a bit angry. Growling, hissing, scratching and biting the inside of the cat carrier.

Maybe they didn't like small spaces..

Their first day was...something.

You ended up having to fix or toss out a lot of furniture.

They seemed to like sitting on top of your bookshelf. Often watching as you cleaned around the room or when you slept.

Kinda creepy. And you swore you saw their eyes glow once.

But other than the strange shadows and weird noises, you didn't have problems. In fact, they took care of the spiders and other pesky bugs that managed to get into your home.

Eventually, you tried to call them by names from a list that you made but they mostly ignored you whenever you tried.

It wasn't until you were watching Hazbin Hotel that the red cat perked up.

"I'm Alastor!", your favorite character introduced himself.

The red creature then hopped onto your coffee table and stared at you, effectively grabbing your attention.

"What is it?", you asked before noticing your T.V. glitch and loop.

"I'm Alastor!", it said again. "¡'m Al@$tør!", it started to distort. "Ĭ̢̜͝'m̬̟̑͗ Á̘͉̉l͈̯̾̀á̘͉̉s͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒t͙́ó͎̥͡ṙ̻!", the audio was getting worse and worse as it repeated. "ł'₥ ₳Ⱡ₳₴₮ØⱤ."

Glancing at your cat, you noticed it was grinning like the oh so famous cheshire cat.

"Uh..Alastor?", you said.

As soon as you called them the name, the episode continued to play regularly and your cat had its normal happy demeanor.

"Ok...", you paused the show and went to the kitchen for snacks. "I might have picked up a cursed cat."

After that, Alastor actually seemed to like you. No longer hissing or scratching you when you tried to pet them and sought you out for some cuddles.

Hehehehe..

You had to take him to the vet for a check up and well.. It turned out exactly how you expected it to. Also, you found out they were a he.

He was number one..of the worsts cats in the vet hospital's care. They had to order new gloves meant for hawks.

After that, you got him a little bow to match the character Alastor and he seemed to really enjoy it. Of course, the red cat was quite fluffy and only the bow part was visible.

The cat tower finally arrived and you set it up. It was mostly black, coming with a feather toy as well.

"Done!", you stepped back and smiled at the finished cat tower.

Of course, like any cat, Alastor was not amused. Sitting in the packaging box comfortably.

"You know what? I'm not even mad. I used to sit in boxes as a kid.", you said and cleaned up the bubble wrap.

Things were turning out pretty well. That is until your neighbor got a weird looking pet. Now you knew Alastor was strange but he looked like a cat. Whatever the neighbor has was something else.

It was black with blue and some red. Flat looking face and a strange tail.

Maybe it was an exotic animal?

You weren't sure but Alastor hated, HATED, them.

And you made sure not to walk your little furball when the other pet was out. Making that mistake once. Once being enough.

I bestow upon ye cat Alastor!

~Seline, the person.

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ML II for Alastor🎙️

[jakeloverx]

jealousy, jealousy (s.jy)

pairing: boyfriend x reader

‼️ warnings: kissing, fucking, cumming, jealousy, MDNI!

word count: - 447

summary: y/n’s boyfriend wants to show who is his…

notes: this is my first MDNI write so please bear w me lmao. please do not plagarize or take this work as your own!

credits: @jakeloverx

you were at a restaurant with your friend eunchae, her boyfriend jay, and your boyfriend jake.

“how are you?” you ask eunchae with excitement in your eyes. you haven’t seen for a long time so you were happy you were meeting up with her today.

“i’m doing really well! jay and i are so happy together, right jay?” eunchae looks up at jay with hearts in her eyes and jay smiles at her.

“thanks for setting us up y/n! you are truly a matchmaker hehe!” eunchae giggles

“yeah of course! i’m glad i was able to help..” you smile back.

“babe what do you want to eat?” jake cuts you off looking at the menu.

“oh sorry, i'll look right now.” you look over jake’s shoulder at the menu.

“no need to be sorry pretty.” jake kisses your forehead.

when the waiter comes over to take your guys order, he instantly lays eyes on you.

“are you all ready to order?” he says as he smirks at you.

“um.. could i get the chicken provolone please?” you replied.

“sure thing.” he whispers as he smirks at you.

you look over at jake and you seem him glaring at the waiter. after you all ordered, the waiter leaves and winks at you. you all continue to chat and make conversations with each other. later, the waiter comes back with your guys food. he was placing the food down for everyone and when he came to you, he placed down a napkin with your food. the napkin had his number on it. you instantly felt jake’s hand wrap around your nape and kiss you passionately.

“mine and mine only.” he says, giving the waiter a dirty look as the waiter widens his eyes.

“e-enjoy your food.” he leaves quickly and jake places his hand on your thigh.

“you better be ready for the fucking consequences.” jake whispers making you shiver. that night, jake fucked you hard, and rough.

“cmon, cum for me,” jake says breathlessly and you look like a dumb slut with hair all over your face.

“you will always be mine.” he says between his heavy breaths and thrusts as you moaned like a pornstar..

“im cumming!” you screech and let your body reach your high.

“you are so fucking good at making me jealous princess.” he lays beside you in bed. both of you changed before you slid back in bed together.

“i know.” you smile

“and i love you so much, got that pretty?” jake asks you as he turns his body to see your face. he caresses it with his hand and thumb rubbing circles along your cheek.

“yes.” you sigh and smile.

THE END

[tosksuki]

HES BACK!~

Paring: Kento Nanami x reader

WARNING: one slap😭😭😭, wine , breeding , overstim a lil bit, Kento calls you mommy! Yum! Just think nasty but nothing crazy but you get pregnant hehe?! If there are mistakes lmk i did not go back and edit it! Oopsie poopsies!

WordCount: 2.4k

Plot: Your husband finally comes home from deployment after a long couple of boringish months! You missed him as much as he missed you and after spending all that time with that mean ole sergeant there wasn’t anything wrong with a little babying……

Your husband after being gone for over half a year finally comes back home today! Its been so long, you were able to call or text since the service was poor, wasn't able to send as many letters you would've liked to either. To be honest you didn’t have many friends so you often found yourself lonely. You missed being able to lay up with the huge man. And if you were being honest you missed the sex!

Of course you had videos and tapes of the two of you to watch when you weren’t together but your hands neither your secret stash of toys were good enough! Youve worn all of his t’shirts and button ups being sure to spray some cologne on it just to go to sleep…or while you rode your dildo sniffing the scent wishing it was him so bad. Still not enough.

The entire week you spent getting ready for his return! Giving the house a nice deep clean and filling up the pantry with groceries. You ordered some new lingerie for his return home , praying he won't be too tired to see you in it. Now it was the big day, he wouldn’t be home till night so the entire day you groomed yourself, getting your hair, nails, toes, and lashes done. You put on a simple wayyy too short dress before you headed to the kitchen.

Your phone gave a ding as you checked your notifications. Your husband texted you he just arrived at the airport and was now on his way home. You bit your lip in excitement when you texted him back. You busied yourself with cooking, afterall your poor man was definitely sick of MRE meals.

An hour goes by and you plated the meals filling up glasses with some nice wine. You laid fresh clothes on the bed for him to change into. Just as you finished the doorbell rung, you immediately bolted to the door. “Who is it?” You yelled knowingly, “A robber!” The familiar voice said back. You threw open the door “NANAMII MY BABY” you said jumping onto him, catching him by surprise he stumbled a little bit before catching you with one arm. The action made your stomach churn, the man infront of you gave you a big toothy grin “I missed you honey!” He said through his deep laugh.

You gave him a big ole kiss wrapping your arms around him just to savor the moment. You stopped to grab his face and kiss all over it which made the man squeeze you tighter. He carried you while he walked inside your big penthouse closing the door with his foot. He dug his nose into the crook of your neck to get the smell of you he missed so much before giving it a quick kiss. “I made some food for you” you giggled as he put you down. “I kinda wanna eat the woman infront of me” he whispered hovering over you , you looked so much smaller compared to him before. Maybe it was because he grew so much muscle in these months. You weren’t complaining though, you were loving it.

“Hmm well I think you can have her for desert?” You sent him a wink. “Besides I think you’re pretty hungry…” you said pointing towards his growling stomach which made the two of you laugh. You grabbed his hand taking him to the dining room where the food sat but he was too busy watching your ass jiggle against the thin sad excuse of a dress. It barely covered half of your ass, the poor man had to shift his hardening dick in his pants. “Hey, eat eat eat!” You pushed him into the chair taking a seat across from him.

“Yes ma’am” he said, stuffing his mouth full of the food. “Can you get me a glass of water honey?” He requested, just an excuse to see you walk away. You placed the cup infront of him “there you go baby, muah” you emphasized giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you honey” he groaned but it was quiet enough that you weren’t able to hear it. “What did I miss while I was gone?” He questioned. “Mmm, OH! My sister had her baby” his heart thumped in his ears hearing the word baby. He’s been thinking about it for a few weeks, the idea of pumping you full and you carrying his kin made him excited.

“She actually ended up having twins, a boy and a girl” you said a smile plastered your face. “Let me show you”. You walked over to where you husband sat, taking a seat on his lap. You scrolled through the photos of you carrying and playing with the babies, your sister in the background of some sleeping her day away. “Dont you think we should have one of those?” He cooed in your ear pulling you against him more. You could feel his solid print twitching against the fat of your ass but you acted like you didn’t, innocently shifting a little making him grit his teeth. “Yeah! I been thinkin about it… you would be daddy ken” you laughed turning your head to face him.

“Can I have dessert now?” he pleaded eyes becoming hungrier as you left his lap already missing you. “Yeah baby” you whispered into his ear licking the soft skin. “Wanna take it to the bedroom” he eagerly nodded rushing the cold water down his throat to gain a pinch of sense. You took his hand leading him to the soft bed before pushing him to sit down. “Lemme make you feel good okay?” You gave him a kiss, a kiss that showed how much you missed him. He whimpered into your mouth as your tongue found his fighting for dominance. His hand cupped the back of your head before pulling you closer making the kiss sloppier. You pulled off his clothes leaving him bare.

His cock standing up slapping his torso, his tip was flushed and leaking excitedly. “Spit” you commanded and he spat into your hand leaning back a little further. He watched desperately as your hand rubbed and teased all over his length. “Please…” he whimpered as your hand moved slowly up and down. “Please what Ken?” You licked the corner of his lips “youve gotta use your words” you said gripping his thigh with your free hand. The action made him tense , he was embarrassed. After dealing with that mean sergeant nonstop you figured some babying will do him good.

“Ma’am please stop teasing” he groaned gripping your wrist. The new nickname made something ignite a slightly new side inside you. “Good boy” you cooed at him before twisting your wrist in an up and down motion. You added your other hand going the opposite direction making sure to cover the whole length. “Aha thank you” he was quivering under you. “I missed you so much” he wailed as your lips wrapped around his crying tip. You slowly took more into your mouth bobbing your head gently. Your eyes shot up at your husband, he was crumbling under you, the man watched your every movement with hearts in your eyes.

His hand found its way into your hair rubbing your scalp his breathing was getting heavier and you could tell he was gonna near his release. “You gonna cum f’ me already?” You questioned the quivering man. He nodded which made you slap his thighs, “yes ma’am” he whispered as his hips mindlessly rutted into your mouth. When you went back down you stuck your tongue out and opened your throat before letting him all the way in. The very loud and shameless gagging could be heard. He was such a mess moanin spewing out please and thank you.

“Im gonna cum honey” he said through vigorous moans and thrust. The spit and bubbles falling from your mouth dropped to his balls making them wet, you massaged them gently. “Can I pl-please” you swore he was about to cry, “just a little bit longer baby then you can i promise” you said giving his length a kiss. Your tongue wrapped around his tip viciously before you swirled it around. The man was losing his sanity looking at the filthy scene infront of him. “Mommy…” he whimpered quietly, “please let me cum” the name made you nearly cum yourself. “You’re so cute of course you can Ken” you commanded him, immediately he shot a heavy and thick load in your mouth.

“S-so go-od uh mhm th-thank youha so muc-h” he moaned loudly as his hips thrashed. You held your tongue out and made sure to lick him clean praising him “so good, mommys good boy Ken” you teased the new nickname at him making him look away from your gaze before you swallowed. You slowly stood up before slowly pulling up your dress revealing your new lingerie. Your panties were thin and crotchless and your bra was lacy and see through your tits practically spilled out the material. “Fuck me” kento scootched back on to the bed as you climbed over him. You looked at him like you were a predator and he was your prey. “Thats the idea baby, be patient” you squeezed his thighs slightly arching to give him a small view of whats next. You crawled over onto his lap before sitting down on his torso.

“Wanna see how much mommy missed her sweet husband's dick?” You spreading your legs open leaning back slightly to give him a view of your pussy. You put 2 fingers in your mouth sucking them lewdly to get them nice and wet. You traced your hand down your body before spreading your lips open so he could get a perfect view. Ken was watching you intently every movement you could feel his dick slapping your ass making you giggle. Your fingers rubbed your clit in fast circles “so pretty mommy” he gasped as you inserted the two fingers. “Ha-hada get your clothes and cologne- fuck!” You moaned watching him rub his thumb over your clit in quick circles this made your back arch.

“Yeah just like that” you praised sliding out your fingers before putting them in his mouth. He groaned around them sucking and licking them sweetly, his eyebrows furrowed as you shoved them further making him gag. “Awe m sorry baby” but you weren’t sorry, you liked no loved seeing the man melt away you loved this soft side you got from him. “Is okay (name), can i taste sum more” he begged eyes wide and doe like he was a cute little deer except nothing about him was little. You told him yes and as soon as the word left your mouth he lifted you up like you were nothing sitting you down on his face. “M-my bi-g boy” you stuttered when you felt his hot breath close in over your cunt. He was licking and sucking your clit so so so skillfully.

“Agh oh my FUCK!” You yelled when he slid both his tongue and fingers into your hole. “Shit, you doin s-so good baby” you have him broken moans as you fisted the pillows under his head. Your thighs squeezed his head the pleasure making you hunch over. “Ouh Uhhuh keep going fa’ me ken” you rocked your hips riding his face. His fingers moved faster curling up to press into an find that spongy soft spot. He ate you out like you were his last meal eyes watching as you lost it cumin in his mouth. “So good baby, so so good gna fuck you”. You slid off his face (hehe) before lowering yourself over his length. The both of you sighed in unison savoring the sweet moment, then your husband rocked his hips upward closing the space.

“O-oh you’re so fuckin’ big” you rocked up and down his length slowly, like clockwork he grabbed your hips guiding you. You unclipped the lacy bra letting your tits fall. Kento sat up sucking and rolling the buds in his mouth. “Mo-mommy you’re so soft” he moaned spit connecting between your chest and his mouth. He was looking up at you asking for more needing more. “Just for my baby” you gave him a kiss wrapping your arms around his neck to give you some leverage. You planted one of your knees on the bed and the new angle made him push against your sweet spot. “Kento m’ missed you s-so fucking much” your hips picking up the pace. His hips meeting you in the middle causing him to slap against your heat.

“Missed you more honeyyy” your man strained out before wrapping his arms around your back. He smacked into you profusely making your walls clench. “You love fucking your pussy? Huh baby?” You questioned digging your nails into his back. He knocked you off balance making him lay flat on his back. The new angle made him bottom out you were chest to chest grinding together not moving an inch together. “I- ugh asked you a question” you gave him a light a smack on the cheek before squeezing his face. “Yes ma’am, you take me so good” he grunted “m gonna cum mommy” he whined feeling the tight coil in him and to snap.

“You wanna cum inside me? Gna fill me me up with your thick cum baby” you moaned as he lifted you up and down. “Oh fuck yes, gonna make you a mama” he moaned. You were fucking eachother sloppily before he came stirring your insides. “Holy shit its so good so so good ” there were tears streaming down the man’s face. You still fucked him chasing your release your hand wrapping around his throat making him overstimulated. “Gonna. Breed this pussy mommy” your hips shook violently as he pushed against your g-sptot. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck” you screamed out in loud moans as you came your walls clenching around him which made him cum again.

The room was filled with heavy breathing and nothing else. You kissed up your husbands neck placing sweet kisses along his jaw his hand rubbed the small of your back making you softly moan arching your back slightly more. “Thank you (name)” kento said gently with his eyes closed. “You’re welcome baby i missed you sooo much” you gave him a tight squeeze making him laugh. “Les just stay like this, so it doesn’t go to waste?” You giggled at his suggestion agreeing because you were partly too tired.

“You’re gonna be a daddy Kennyyy” you whispered noting the man is sleeping after his long day doing who knows what. You were just happy he was home and so was he.

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[sturn-saturn]

the diamond lab

pairing: fem!reader x bf!chris

warnings: cutesy stuff hehe, y/n getting suspicious of her best friend and chris, one slight sexual joke, not proofread

part 2 part 3

word count: 945

aruba. it's known for it's stunning white sand beaches, the bluest ocean you'll ever dip your toes in, and warm sunny weather. this beautiful island is a place you and chris have been talking about visiting for ages, and it's finally happening.

you, your boyfriend chris, matt, his girlfriend (@flouvela) flora, nate, larray, sam, colby, tara, jake, and johnnie booked a trip to the island as a way to get away from reality for a couple days. you all booked a hotel at palm beach, a touristy area with so many dining choice to choose from. you all were so excited so excited to explore this island.

matts girlfriend is the reason you and chris ended up together. when you two were dorming in college she told you about this really attractive guy she went on a date with and it turns out he was a triplet! they both convinced you and chris to go on a date and get to know each other and the rest is history.

you all made your way to the hotel you'll be staying at and checked in.

"alright everyone, we're gonna get dressed and we'll go out for dinner." chris says.

"woah okay mr. boss man." you giggle, giving his lips a little peck.

you and chris were sharing a room. matt and flora, nick and nate, larray and jake, sam and coldby, and johnnie and tara wanted their own rooms.

"are you excited for this trip?" chris asks you. he grabs you by your waist and holds you close enough to see how bright your eyes are shining.

"i'm so excited, and i'm even more grateful you planned all of this out." you smile.

"yeah. i know how stressful it gets for you when you plan things so i thought it would be easier if i did it."

"oh so husband material."

"husband? i like the sound of that." he smirks as he captures your lips in a kiss. "c'mon sweet cheeks, time to get dressed."

you and chris finish getting and head down to the lobby to wait for the rest of the crew.

"what do you feel like having tonight, mama?"

"mm, i'm really in the mood for italian." you smile.

"alright, alright, you can wait until we get back to the hotel room."

you playfully hit his arm with a shocked expression. "chris! don't say things like that in public!"

"oh c'mon, you like it."

"okay, fine. i do, but stop it!"

"what are you two love birds talking about?" flora asks walking up to us with the rest of our friends.

"oh you know, just y/n wanting a piece of me."

"oh god, here they go again." larray jokes."

"chill, she suggested italian. is everyone cool with that?"

scattered agreement spread amongst your friends.

"they agree? usually they all want to eat something different..." you thought to yourself.

you all made your way across the street where all the restaurants and bars are.

"oh wow, that gelato place looks amazing can we go after chris?" you ask grabbing his arm like a child.

"of course, baby. i know you ned your sweet treats after dinner." he smiles down at you. "you look so beautiful, you know that?"

"you make me feel beautiful."

you finally pick an italian place that seems appetizing and wait to be seated.

"we're gonna have so many left overs if we all order something. do you guys wanna get a few dishes and split them so we wont have as many left overs?" you ask.

"yeah, that sounds like a good idea." jake says.

"make sure we get something that has no meat for tara." you say.

"you're so cute." tara says holding your hand.

once your food arrives you all dig in and chat amongst each other on how excited you are to be here and what your plans are for the next couple days.

you notice chris and flora are exchanging glances but don't think much of it. although it was a little weird, you didn't want to cause any problems and just wanted to enjoy this island with your boyfriend and your best friends.

after dinner and gelato you all decide to take a walk on the beach capturing memories on matts digital camera, your phones, making tiktoks, and just messing around. you really were having the time of your life.

watching the sunset is something you always loved doing. now you get to watch the sunset on the beach in aruba and it's a whole other feeling coursing through your body.

it was getting dark now so you all made your way back to your designated hotel rooms and got ready for bed.

"so, how was your first day here?" chris asks. you both are cuddled up in bed holding each other.

"better than i ever imagined. thank you chris."

"no, thank you."

"for what?"

"being you."

"you're so corny." you playfully roll your eyes.

"you love it tho!"

"i do. i really do."

"alright, sweet cheeks, bed time."

the next morning...

you wake up the next morning to face chris but notice he's gone.

"chris?" you call out.

"i'm in the bathroom, love."

you stayed in bed for a few and waited for chris to finish up.

"can i see the pictures you took of me last night?" you ask.

"yeah, of course. my phone is under my pillow."

you reach under his pillow to grab his phone and type in his passcode, your birthday.

you press the photos app and see a notification pop up from your best friend flora that reads...

"don't let y/n find out."

"what the fuck." you whisper, your heart dropping. "don't let me find out what?"

[ccraccz]

Yo there, is it ok if I ask Windbreaker characters react to f!reader confessing their love to them but get overwhelmed in the middle of it and end up crying? (The characters can be as much as you want)

Sorry if this aounds so stupid!! 😭

OMG THIS IS SOSOSOSOSOO CUUTTEE It's also so me if I were to confess to someone sooo,,, Hehe <3

Characters: Sako Kota, Ren Kaji, Hiragi Toma x Fem!Reader

TEARFUL CONFFESSIONS

SAKO KOTA

He had been visiting the cafe that your parents own for a while, the same place that you work at when your parents need help

He interested you since you guys first met. His style was eye catching, his hair was nice and sleek, his face was smooth and attractive, and his name, when called out, just rolled off of your tongue like lullaby.

not only that, but his voice is nice to listen to when there's no one in the shop waiting for their order. When he grazes his fingers against yours, accidentally, it felt like lightning coursing through your veins.

Ever since then, you've both been hanging out at least once or twice a month if possible, getting to know each other

recently, he had started to get distant, work had started to take a toll on you.

You had to basically both beg your parents to give you a break and to hang out with Sako

You felt like you were ready to confess, having known him for almost a year now. He has saved you from some guys, and you have brought him homemade bento's, coffee's during the cold seasons, and cold drinks during the warm seasons.

so, with a cutely wrapped bento in one hand, a sweet but warm drink in the other, you stand in front of the Ori

it was after school, the cold air was blowing lightly, but it was enough to make your body shiver when it did

sadly, you also weren't aware that it was going to be so cold today, so you wore your spring uniform instead of your autumn uniform.

Around this time, Sako would leave the Ori to go get something to eat from the cafe that your parents owned

so when he saw you, shivering outside of the Ori, cutely holding a bento and a drink.

He quickly walked over to you, eyebrow raised as you bow and hold out the gifts

"So… Why are you here?" He asks, his voice was low and slightly unemotional as he gets a bit closer. "I…" You mumble, looking away as different scenarios play in your mind

'What if he doesn't like me like I do?'

'Am I just annoying him right now?'

'What if he stops being my friend?

You feel your eyes tearing up, your cheeks becoming more red in the cold as you stand up straight with a pout on your face. "I... Sako I really.... I really really like you..." You breathe out, your tear turning cold as they dibble down your cheeks. You sniff, putting the bento and drink down in front of him before turning and walking away quickly with your skirt bunched up in your hands. Though you weren't able to run away as a jacket was wrapped around your torso. "Don't run away with out letting me answer," He scolds lightly, pulling you in, behind him the bento and late sit on the floor. "Wear it," He tell you, fixing his Shishitoren jacket to balance it on your shoulders. "And..." He says, taking the bento and latte that were placed on the floor during the freak out you had, "I... I like you too," He looks back at you, a small, but noticeable, blush on his cheeks.

"I like you a lot too... so... please don't cry."

Ren Kaji

You both are neighbors, and he usually walks you home from school as he's usually out on patrol by then

you had started catching feeling for him a few weeks after he started walking you home during his patrols

many girls you used to be friends with were scared when he first started to walk you, seeing the Furin member at the school gates, leaning against the wall, headphones around his ears and lollipop in his mouth

so seeing you go up to him with a pep in your step made them hesitate and stop being friends with you, which made you feel more and more self conscious around people

ever since then, people have avoided you, thinking that you were also part of Furin

you would always carry extra lollipops, suckers, and bonbons around since you always see him with them

you never understood as to why he always has one in his mouth, or as to why he wears headphones since when you ask, he either doesn't 'hear you' (He does) or he opens another lollipop and shoves it in your mouth to keep you quiet.

Other than that, he would help you out whenever you needed it, and you would thank him with food, your company, conversations that distract him from the day and fights to come

you confessed to him after he came to your school with a bloody nose, face scuffed up, and knuckles bruised and bloody

You had basically dragged him away from the school when you saw the state he was in. You were basically barreling questions at him as your hand held his wrist, dragging him behind you like a doll to your place. "HEY! Where the hell do ya think your dragging me to-" "I'm dragging you to my place to patch you up, you dumbass!" Basically bursting through e door, you sit him down on the couch, telling him to stay on the couch before you run to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

You were out of the bathroom and kneeling in front of him just as fast as you went, putting bandages on his face, cleaning up the blood dripping from his nose, and now you're wrapping his knuckles. You bite your trembling lip before you sniffle, which caught Kaji's attention. "Are... are ya cryin'?" He asks, having taken off his headphones while you were in the bathroom looking for the first aid kit. "Kaji..." You mumble. "Kaji... I really like you... and I hate seeing... I hate seeing you get hurt, so please..." You close your eyes before tears escape, trying to hide them but they have a mind of their own, seeping through your eyelashes, and flowing down your face that is slowly turning pink. You look up at him.

"I'm.. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crying right now," You say, voice trembling "But, I just can't-" "Shut up," He says, with a pout before he grabs your face and cleans your cheeks. "Shut up and... and..." He sighs

"And hug... me" He whispers before you throw yourself on him "I like you too dumbass..."

TOMA HIRAGI

You were always so persistent

ever since you met him, you've been flirting with him, constantly

and it would constantly annoy him and give him stomach aches, though it felt different, but neither of you take it seriously, or well... he never took it seriously since you always told him the same thing

"We should go on a date, Hiragi!"

"Call me when you get home, sweets!"

"Come on Hiraggiiiii!! We would make such a cute couple!"

and so on

The teasing got to him in so many ways, from actually making him blush to making him gently cover your mouth shut

you always spammed him through your private messages and called him at specific times of the day

but today, weirdly enough, no teasing remarks were sent through his messages, no calls were made after school, and when he was going around for patrol, he wasn't able to find you in you usual places

His stomach was acting up again, his eye was twitching and so was his eye brow, a tick mark prominent on the side of his forehead as he walks around with his group of first years

"H-HEY, LET ME GO!!" a voice from afar grabs the groups attention, all of them stopping and turning to the deep and dark alley that was 'That voice!' Hiragi gasps, hoping that it isn't what he was thinking. The group look at each other before running towards where the voice is calling out for help, which suddenly turns muffled after a while.

When the group of five found you, they saw a gang of teenagers and young adults surround ding you and a few girls, some of the guys had been knocked out and on the floor, but you guys were outnumbered. Behind the wall of boys, you're seen being held back, hand harshly gripping at your cheek to keep you quiet, the group of girls looking horrified at the scene in front of them. They quickly rush over, calling out the gang to grab their attention. Suo is quick to get the girls out of the situation, though is unable to get you out of your situation. Sakura, Sugishita, and Hiragi are just as quick, if not faster, to fight against the men the were holding the girls and you hostage.

How you were being held, how your face was bright red, how you had scratches on your face due to their hands pulling at it, some bruising on your gorgeous face. It made Hiragi enraged. He's quick to get you out of the perpetrator's hold and beating the absolute shit of him right after.

It was only a few minutes after beating the guys ass, calling out the words on the sign before turning to you and the rest of the girls, but mostly keeping his eyes on you. The group surrounds the group of girls before walking them home, you being the last one. Hiragi sends the guys away to go to their respective homes and orders them to tell him when they get home safely before walking you back to your place. "Hiragi..." You mumble when you both arrive at your place, opening the door and standing in front of him. You sniffle as tears bubble up in your eyes. "Thank you..." You say, turning around as he smiles at you, eyes soft. "Of course, [Name]," He says "I'll always be there for you..." His words become quieter as he says those words. Hiragi goes to walk away, happy with seeing you home safely, but is stopped by your voice. "Hiragi! Wait... I... I love you!" You call out before you notice the words that come out of your mouth. You qickly clasp you hands over your mouth before running inside and closing the door behind you.

In the rush of that, you don't notice the red flush that comes up from Hiragi's neck and paints his face is a bright pink color. He quickly turns to see you rush inside and close the door, running towards it to knock lightly. You had slid down the door in embarrassment, tears flowing freely and you loudly sniffle.

"[Name]!" He calls out "Open the door, damn it!"

"I love you too!"

You gasp, breath getting stuck in your throat at the revelation.

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NOTE: AUGH I LOVE THIS REQUEST IT WAS SO CUTE. EVEN SO, OMG I'M SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE LATE ASS UPDATE LMAO, I'VE BEEN UNPACKING AND ALL MY ENERGY HAS BEEN SAPPED OUT OF ME BFEHFKEFLNFHIUERHFL

I decided to do some of the babes that I can't really find much about, or haven't written about because AUGH THEYRE SO MY TYPE I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH BFIEKJL

ANYWAYS, THANK YOU FOR READING, HOPE YA'LL ENJOY SWEETS!! <333333

[moonsaver]

Hehe, Yan!Sunday being so so pushy with a reader who has a bit of people-pleasing tendency..

He's so nice to you! Thoroughly giving you a brief of every place at Penacony, throwing in a few jokes here and there, warning you about scams and all sorts of merchandise you can get here that people will yearn to get in their entire lifetimes! Why don't you let him show you around? It's a lovely day today, and he has some time to spare. Oh, dear.. don't get lost in the crowd. Here – hold his hand! Keep your grip tight.

Hm? What's that? Have somewhere else to be? What a shame.. where to? Oh! He's going there anyway, coincidentally. How about both of you go there? He can help you out so much with directions, too! He's just so happy to be your tour guide, please let him help you, just this once. Talking to professional representatives is so suffocating, just let him stick around, will you?

And that "pushiness" just becomes worse and worse. He borderline forces you to come sit with him at the lounge bar, buying you a few drinks, or sometimes drags you along the moment he sees you outside on a stroll. Hm.. can you check his wings for him? He feels like there's something in it. No? Well, just keep looking. Oh, there's something in your hair, let him get it for you. Let him move your hair out of your eyes, too, so don't mind when his fingers tuck them behind your ear and linger there. Hm? You have to meet up with friends..? Oh, that just won't do! You should come with him to this new spot he's reserved for just the both of you, surely you can't have him cancel it at the last minute! You can go after a few minutes, at least. He keeps you there for so long by the time you finally leave, its already been 3 hours.

Of course, he's just trying to be a great host. It wont do if something goes awry. Hm? Your room's keycard isn't working? Oh, there must be a problem in the system.. how incompetent of him! Why don't you stay in his room for the time being? He's sure both of you can work something out. He's so sorry, why don't you let him make it up to you with this expensive bottle of wine? These chocolates he's just gotten as a custom order are magnificent, too. Just.. don't mind the strange pink tint everything seems to have.

Oh? Your body feels weird? It's alright. Lay down on the bed, he'll be right there for you. Close your eyes, dear. He'll take plenty care of you.

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

All I wanna do is go the distance

Pairing: König x Reader

Summary: You’re determined to find out why everyone thinks König is so scary, afterall he’s just some guy that’s taller than most people right? He’s probably harmless! Well, he’s a little scary, but you still like him anyway.

(No use of y/n or mention of gender/race)

AN: Hey guys, I'm super excited to give you guys this next chapter 💕 I have big things planned hehe

I would reccommend reading this oneshot, but as I am not jon favreau, you don't have to read extra stuff I make to understand the main stuff. Enjoy 😈

Part 7 of A Rocky Start - Full Masterlist Here

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It had taken a few weeks for your head to get completely right again after the concussion. On some days you worried that you’d never get through the fluorescent infested hallways of the base without jamming your fists in your eyes ever again. Sometimes you’d catch Price staring at you with those concerned world weary eyes of his in the worst moments, when the headaches were screaming outwards, bursting through your skull. Though with enough time, and a lot of pain killers, the pain died down and dulled until you were completely back to normal.

It was a good thing too. For one, getting Price off your back while you were continuing to sneak around with König was a must, being under the microscope was only making the head trouble all the worse. And for another, which you were sometimes shocked to think was the secondary reason, you’d been going on more and more missions again as the 141 and KorTac got ever closer to tracking down Rousseau. Things were getting tense now, Ghost had been falling under a lot of pressure to perform and his temper was all over the place. Oftentimes you’d be the lucky one that had to chase him and calm him down.

In the months and missions after you’d come back you’d put away three of Rousseau’s men behind bars, including a very high level man that acted as his consigliere. Apparently he’d been worked on quite a bit since his capture. 141 weren’t privy to the intimate details of course, that was up to the CIA and KorTac, but as far as you’d all been told he’d given over a wealth of information on Rousseau’s location and even some limited blueprints of his hideout. 

Price had told you all in advance that intelligence would be confirming your next mission in a matter of days, so you should all stick close to the base. You were actually getting ready for an upcoming training exercise, Rousseau’s man revealing the details on his base meant that command were adamant that you did a run through first and came up with a successful strategy for the big boss’ take down. 

Luckily for you, because of the stay close order, that meant more time in your little airbnb paradise. The place was starting to feel like home. You were both etching yourselves into the apartment, carving your living narratives into it. 

You could identify marks where König had been clumsy and dropped things or scuffed his boots against the wall. There was a tiny stain on the couch from where you’d come and sat after a mission. Lastly, but not least of all, was the curtain that had been sneakily stitched up to the railing after you and König had accidentally pulled it off several of its hooks when you’d grabbed it a little too enthusiastically one night. And on top of it all was the lingering smell of the room spray you’d bought a few weeks into renting the place, preferring the smell of ‘violet rain’ over the faint notes of tobacco that clung to the walls from other renters.

Sometimes you and König even liked to tell each other ‘see you back at the house’. It was becoming all so humdrum to you both.

You smiled as you glanced over at König one night, ruminating over your little routine. The warmth of you could’ve lifted the apartment into the air. It just felt so good to know that you had something that was yours, something that wasn’t your job, something that wasn’t a material thing, you had a life with König. It was most apparent to you when you watched him, when he was free of his hood and his armour and plates and he lay on the bed on his phone, unburdened from rules and duty. He undressed himself from the myth and lay comfortably as König the man, lounging in his boxers and T-shirt like any boyfriend would act with their partner.

Though that night, his brows were knit together in concentration and his lips were pursed, he was adamant that he be left alone for a minute to do whatever it was that he was doing. It intrigued you because he was rarely so mysterious, normally he’d tell you if it was a work thing, but this time he just waved you off and told you not to be nosy. That being the case, you were watching him closely trying to see if he’d give you any hints or signs of what was so captivating on that screen of his.

“I can feel those doe eyes burning a hole into me,” he chuckled, finally gracing you with his attentions.

“Can you blame me? You’re being all suspicious,” you shrugged, tilting your head a little to see if he’d explain himself.

“I’m not being suspicious, I just asked for some quiet.”

“You said ‘Sneaky, I have something I need to do, but don’t look’ and then when I asked if it was work stuff you said no. That - is suspicious.”

“Well it gave you an excuse to imitate me, so that’s something isn’t it,” he scoffed. 

“Well, you know I do it so well,” you grinned, watching with delight as he rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you repeated, feeling as if you were copying him perfectly. 

“If you think that’s how I sound then I'm surprised you have any kind of attraction to me,” he laughed.

“Well some days are a struggle more than others, but-”

You weren’t given the chance to finish your sentence, he’d forgotten all about his phone and thrown it from his lap, launching himself at you faster than any RPG you’d seen. In a matter of seconds you were pinned to the bed and fighting for your life, tears pouring from your eyes as he tickled you and trapped you underneath his annoyingly unyielding legs. 

“What happened to the Sneaky that cried when I told them that I was bullied for my accent in school, hm? Now you’re making fun of me? I’ve got to say, that hurts me Sneak,” he said, an overdramatic fake upset lacing his tone. “You deserve every bit of this!”

You cried out and tried to protest, making a grab for his hands, but were merely shoved away when you made any kind of headway in distracting him. You wriggled and squirmed and screamed, but it was all for nothing. There was no way to make him stop until he wanted to.

“Kö- K…König, please!” you yelped, struggling to breathe. “Enough!”

You were beginning to feel like a struggling furnace as you endured his torture. Your lungs were burning from their failing efforts and you only screamed more as you grew tired of trying to fight back. The second he finally stopped his assault, you gasped in a huge lungful of air and laid back, groaning as you looked up at the blaring lights overhead and registered your sweaty forehead. 

“Remind me not to bully you again,” you sighed, finally finding your voice again.

“Mhmm. I tell you all the time, but you just always insist on being so mean to me regardless,” he chuckled, unhooking his legs from your sides.

König came to rest beside you and tucked a stray strand of hair back in its place. His eyes scanned over your heaving chest and he laughed as he watched you attempt to struggle into a sit. Nevertheless you managed to wobble yourself upwards on the shaky mattress and looked down at him, then over to his forgotten phone. 

“Will you do that again if I try to ask what you were doing so suspiciously on your phone?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” he smiled.

His new favourite line. The way he said it, it always had the undertones of a threat, but it was never said outright maliciously. König could affect his voice with so much masked intent it would have your head spinning sometimes trying to work out what he’d do next. Sometimes you’d get lost thinking about how long he’d practised that. The unfortunate people that had come across his path and challenged him, ending up with a far worse fate than just your tickling. Though you never liked to dwell on it for long. 

“What were you suspiciously doing on your phone, König?” you said, pulling yourself out of your thoughts before you got too sucked in. 

“Well, if you must know…” he trailed off and made a jump toward you, pretending he was going to attack again.

“No! No, no, no! Not again,” you cried out, leaping away from the bed. 

You made a mental note to thank Soap and Ghost one day, all their messing with you had made you quick on your feet. Instinctively, you threw your hands up ready to fight and narrowed your eyes, watching his every movement like a hawk. König remained on the bed though and sat up, laughing and shaking his head to himself as he picked up his phone again and scrolled through it. 

“Please, Sneaky, you really think I’m going to be threatened by those fists?” he tutted, not even looking at you as you remained in your defensive stance. “Put them away and come sit down.”

“These hands have killed people!” you defended.

“Yes, I know that, you’re a good soldier.”

“Exactly, so you should be threatened,” you retorted.

“If I was anyone else, sure. You’d never hurt me though,” he said, looking up from his phone with a smug grin. “I’m your boyfriend after all.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and immediately covered your face in your hands. Every little bit of you was drowning in the feeling of your thundering heart.

König didn’t much care for that particular title, he usually preferred to say partner, but he knew how it made you feel and he weaponised it as much as he possibly could. Knowing that he was all yours still scattered the butterflies in your stomach and you always felt like a little kid in the face of his teasing. You couldn’t help that him being officially yours still got you so excited.

“Are you ever going to stop using that against me?” you mumbled, finally coming to sit by him.

“No. I like watching you get flustered,” he chuckled. “It’s very cute.”

Before you could protest anymore though, he slung his arm around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, softly releasing all the fight you had left with his teasing lips and tongue. You were locked together for a few moments and sighed contentedly when he broke away, pressing your head to his shoulder and feeling ready to sink down into the bed with him. 

Though it wasn’t time for that yet.

“Would you like me to show you what I’ve been working on?”

You opened your eyes and faced him again, watching his nervous smile grow. Seeing him look so sheepish re-sparked your curiosity and you nodded, ready to see what it was. He hurriedly entered his password and the screen flashed open, landing on the homepage screen with a shot of you both from one of your photobooth pictures from an impromptu date months before, before your concussion. Pictures he was adamant that he couldn’t let you keep because he had to protect his image, even if he was wearing his half mask at the time. As if he was somehow a much better secret keeper than you.

You smirked at the memory of all the playful bickering you’d done over those photos and shook your head, eyeing the screen again as König brought up his tabs. He clicked onto the latest one and it opened onto a confirmation email. It wasn’t what you’d expected, not that you were sure of what you even were expecting. As you read it you raised your brows and looked up at him, wondering what was happening. 

“This is a confirmation email for renting a hire car from some company in Austria,” you stated. 

“Some company has a name,” he retorted. 

“I’m not going to insult you by trying to pronounce that.”

“I see you’re restraining yourself now,” he laughed. “Well yes, it is a hire car confirmation for a cheap company in Vienna.”

“And you’re hiring a car in Vienna because?”

“Because, in a few months time, I’m taking you to Austria. Now, wait! Before you protest, I’ve thought it all out and you don’t need to worry about explaining any passport stamps to Price. I’ve found us flights to Slovakia and a train that can take us from Bucharest into Vienna, and from there I can take you around to see the country for a few days.”

He hastily explained himself and you smiled as you watched his hurried hand movements, his body in a flurry of motion. It was particularly fun to see him turn his hand into, what you figured, was a high speed train. He looked at you seriously as he finished, waiting in a suspended state of worry to see what you’d say. 

As if you’d disappoint him. 

“You sat and booked all that just for us?”

“Of course. I’ve really wanted to take you for a while now, so when you said you had time booked off and the higher ups indicated this mission will be coming to a close soon...I thought, this is the time. So what do you say? Will you come with me?”

“Obviously! I’m so excited, I can’t believe it. I’m getting to go on holiday with my Boyfriend,” you laughed, this time making yourself squeal. “It's gonna be so good! We’re gonna eat so much good food and see so many cool places and oh-  I wanna see those mountains you were talking about! Can we go?”

“We will see the mountains, yes. I’ve put time aside for that,” he laughed.

“You’ve planned the whole trip already?” you asked incredulously. 

“Sneaky I’ve been planning this for weeks,” he smiled. “I just finished the last arrangements there. I want to keep most of it a surprise, but…I actually have one thing on there that I need to ask you about before we go though.”

“Oh?”

He pursed his lips again and looked away before looking back to you. 

“I was wondering if you’d like to go out to Burgenland? To my mothers house.”

Your heart skipped a beat and somehow you managed to reach new levels of excitement. Meeting König’s mum meant a lot more to him that it did for most people. It came with a lot more meaning. Meeting König’s mum meant that he was accepting you as part of his family, it meant that he wanted you to know more of his annoyingly buried secrets. It meant that he’d have to tell you his name. 

It’s not like his own mother would call him König. 

It had been a sore subject for a little while. The cause of your only serious fights so far. You’d pushed to know a couple times, complaining that he wasn’t letting you in and that it was ridiculous that you were a couple and you wouldn’t even know what to call him  if anything should happen. Something could happen to him out in the field and all you’d know is a codename, he could be taken away from you and you’d never know who he was. 

Of course König argued that that was ridiculous and you knew more than almost anyone knew about him - excluding his mum of course. He claimed that his name was just a burden, that it was just something that would give people an excuse to take from you. Though you argued about that as well, if someone wanted to hurt you to get to him then they’d do it anyway. It didn’t matter if they believed you knew his true identity or not. 

The last time you’d gone almost hysterical because the whole thing was so silly to you. The little airbnb walls felt like they were going to go flying with all the verbal mortars being thrown, like you were going to be swept up like something from the wizard of Oz. You’d both bickered back and forth, forming a dark comedy sketch, two squeaky little cartoon characters that were on the verge of strangling each other as you both held your ground.

“Why does it matter if I know! You keep saying people will come for me, and that it's more dangerous to know you, but it's not that. I know it's not that! Otherwise you wouldn’t be seen with me, you wouldn’t have let me come this close. You just can’t face that all your walls would have to come down. You just don’t want to let me in.”

“It is dangerous to know who I am, how many times must I list the reasons? But you know what, fine, you’re right.You win! I’d love to let you in fully, but yes I am afraid of letting you close! Even though you have no idea how much you’ve taken already. I’ve given you more of me than anyone else has ever gotten, even while it’s been hard. You have no idea how hard all this is for me.”

“Hard for You? I’m in a relationship with someone that won’t tell me their name!”

 “Because it's the last thing I have to protect myself! If you leave me, what then? You could decide you want out of all this complication and find someone nice and simple and then where would I be? You’d have taken everything from me.”

“What am I taking from you? Knowing who you are is not taking anything from you König. Besides, I’m not leaving you. Why do you think I’m so hell bent on trying to find someone else when I spend all my time jeopardising my job just to be here with you? You think I like facing down Price knowing that he’d turn on me if he knew what I got up to in my spare time? I put the respect of someone that I deeply care about on the line, just so that I can be with you and you’re acting like I’m ready to run off at the first chance!”

“Because you’ve done it before!”

“That’s not fair and you know it.”

König may as well have turned and stuck a ten foot spear through your heart. You’d felt a tide of tears wash up in your eyes and you’d walked away from him then, not willing to let him see how much he’d hurt you. Not that that was an option. From his widened eyes alone, you knew that he’d known it was a mistake to dredge up old wounds, his sparkling blue irises dimming as he lost his self conviction. 

“Wait! Hold on, I’m sorry.”

König raced up to you and stopped you in your tracks. His strong arms wrapped around you fast and held you snugly against his chest as pathetic droplets of tears streaked your burning cheeks. You didn’t bother trying to free yourself from him. You just whimpered and clung to him as he shushed you and apologised for what he’d said, kissing your dampened face like it was nothing.

“I’m so sorry. What I just said was stupid. Will you please come sit with me for a moment… I have something I want to tell you.” 

A flare of anger and rebellion flared in you for a second. It was stamped out immediately, but just for a moment you wanted to storm off and tell him that if he wanted to keep you from knowing him then he’d done a great job - that that was it. Though, you couldn’t bring yourself to follow through. Even when you hated him at that moment, you couldn’t bear to see him upset again. You knew that you’d hurt him badly already that day you’d run from him in the park outside the base, you knew that you couldn’t bring yourself to do that again. 

“Ok,” you’d sniffled.

He’d sighed and taken you to the couch, sitting across from you after propping you up against your favourite fluffy pillow. You held onto it with one of your hands, losing yourself in its soft textures as you threaded your fingers through it. König watched you play with the loose strands for a second before looking you in the eyes, his face a perfect picture of remorse. 

“You didn’t really run away from me, that was silly of me to say.”

“I did run from you though, I ran from you that day you tried to explain yourself after the mission” you frowned, not able to help your crackling feebly. “You were  right, I can’t act like I haven’t given you reasons to be wary.”

“No. You didn’t leave me then though. You agreed to work through things and I suppose that’s what we’ve been doing…with mixed results,” he said, laughing dryly. “You haven’t really given me reason to be like this. This is what has happened after years of keeping people out and I suppose…I’m just having a hard time adjusting to what it feels like to let someone in.”

“I know. I know that really,” you sighed. “It's just hard sometimes because sometimes it feels like things are as they should be, like everything we have is so normal. Then I snap back to reality and there’s all this stuff with work where we have to pretend to hate each other and then we have missions that don’t line up and we don’t get to speak, like not even a phone call a lot of the time. Then there’s this intrusive voice I have over it all saying- well saying ‘you don’t even know his name, what is it we really even have together’ and I know its ridiculous and we care about each other and I should ignore it all-”

“It’s not ridiculous,” König soothed. “I feel the strain of these things too.”

He leaned forward then and grabbed your hands, making you jump as you were taken out of worrying at the pillow. His calloused fingers rubbed against yours and his warm grip kept you grounded into reality. The scars that scraped up the backs of his arms jumped up at you in the warmth of the yellow lights, his whole body a patchwork of battered skin. You traced your eyes from his rough hands and arms, up to his bobbing adam's apple and to the depths of his ocean eyes and worried face.

König’s jaw was tensed and he breathed as he worked up to what he was going to say. Your own breath was held then, lungs burning as you waited for him to speak.

“Other people have let me down in the past. My mother moved us to Germany for a manipulative piece of shit that hated me and looked to rid himself of me at every opportunity. I grew up with few friends, in a country that wasn’t mine, and fought so hard for so long that I didn’t know how to be vulnerable. I met a woman after I was forced to join the army that told me I was a hollow shell of a man, and that no one should have to be sentenced to dealing with me…There’s times I’ve agreed with her too, I’ve moved through life feeling like half a person some days. Then I met you. None of what I’ve told you is any excuse to treat you badly, but sometimes I’m so set in my distrust that I can’t let myself cross the lines I need to be able to get to where you are….And- and for you…I’m working on crossing those lines, because you’re the only person I’d ever want to give myself to, but for now its a slow process. You’ve seen my full face, we’ve made love and I have given you almost everything that I can give you for right now. All of this is to say…well - to ask - if you would give me a little more time and allow me to keep working on things with you.”

Listening to him then, as his voice crackled and wavered with emotion, was so very difficult. He kept a hold of your hands the whole time, his fingers shaking as he went on. His whole body looked ready to crumble as he explained himself.

Though before he could be brought down by everything you leaned over and held him, winding your arms around him as tightly as they would go. You hugged him close for the rest of the night and whispered to each other in the darkness when you went to bed, giving your affirmations, like a secret promise, that everything would be ok. 

As you thought back to that night, your body shook with an icy cold shock of frisson. You didn’t want to go through that again. 

“I would love to meet your mum, König,” you said softly, swallowing as you tried to tactfully avoid another horrific argument. “Does this mean…that you’ll tell me your name soon?”

He smiled knowingly at you and nodded, stroking the warm apple of your cheeks fondly. 

“I will tell you sometime soon, yes,” he confirmed, speaking warmly.

You felt a beaming smile shine brightly over your face and jumped on König, feeling full force�� of excitement as things seemed to be heading in a good direction. Everything was lining up. Your mission would be done soon, you and König wouldn’t have to worry about sneaking around anymore because the taskforce would have some downtime until you were called upon again for some other earth shattering mission. After that you were going to finally learn his name. 

You sighed. It was almost too good to be true. 

“You just gotta promise me one thing,” you said, shifting your tone seriously. 

“What?” he asked, breaking away from your hug so that he could look at you properly. 

“If it’s something ridiculous you have to prepare me in advance.”

He rolled his eyes and groaned, falling comically backwards onto the couch. 

“I’m being serious,” you laughed. “If it’s something crazy like Wolfgang or Ferdinand I need to be prepared!”

“Do you really think that that’s what Austrian people are called?” he giggled.

“I have no idea! This is what I’ve been saying, I could see your passport in a few months time and could be having to fight myself not to laugh!”

“You would really laugh at my name if you thought it was silly?” he snorted. 

“All I can promise that I’ll try not to,” you grinned, crossing your hands over your heart while he stared back at you with a displeased glare. “All I’m saying is that if I see something mad I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”

He rolled his eyes again and sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up into the air. 

“I can’t believe I’m being lectured on silly names by someone called ‘Sneaky’.”

“Hey!”

-☠️- 

When Price called you all in the next day, nothing could’ve prepared you for the shitstorm that was going to ensue. Though you were feeling the full force of it as you stood in the darkened labyrinth of the warehouse that had been set up to emulate Rousseau’s hideout. The 141 and KorTac had been told to find the best way to clear the base and get to Rousseau, but the problem was that you were taking too long and being overwhelmed by too many of Price’s fake men. There were just so many rooms that were connected to other rooms and it meant that a lot of men could get by each other undetected. It was a nightmare.

You’d run through the exercise around eight times already and the more that Price was making you reset, the more tension was being put on the team. It was only a matter of time till someone snapped. Although, given their quick temper and worn down attitude in the last few months, you were sure of who that person was going to be the entire time. 

In the latest reset, you stood next to one of the floppy wooden walls and bit your tongue, watching on with fear as Ghost marched up to König and got in his face. They were almost mask to mask, eye to eye as Ghost took what little gap there was between them and cinched it tight. You felt every little notch in the wood then, backing yourself into it just so that you could force yourself not to get yourself in trouble by intervening.

“Stop fucking around you useless pile of shitting cloth!”

ouch.

“You’re blaming me for the reset?” König scoffed, squaring up his shoulders. “If you would stop lagging through the hallways and would get them cleared properly, then we might be able to get through one of these attempts successfully, Lieutenant.” 

“It was your bright idea to split off with Soap and Gaz and leave us with Horangi. So far it’s been nothing but problems with you and your team rushing and getting hasty and now I’m done. We’re doing it my way again. Slow and methodical. Like it or lump it, king cunt.”

“Problems aren’t from me going too fast, they’re occurring because your team isn't clearing the halls properly, Ghost. I need Soap because Fender is out of the country, I need someone to blow the doors so I can breach plus the extra cover. Your idea failed five times already, why don’t we try to execute mine properly, hm?”

“I’ll fucking show you an execution, König!”

Ghost rammed König and sent him back peddling into the wall you were leaning against with heavy thud. You were sent flying forward as the wood bounced and watched as it rattled with the men’s efforts to take each other down.

It was like watching two stags lock horns, they were grabbing onto each other furiously and neither man seemed to want to let the other go. König swung his fist and Ghost dodged. Ghost tried to knock König unbalanced with a kick, and only succeeded in almost sticking his boot through the cheap chipboard.  

The rest of you watched on helplessly. There was very little anyone of you could do to pull the two titans off of each other -  Not if you didn’t want to get taken out of action in the process. 

“Right! That’s enough boys!” 

Price’s voice echoed through the warehouse, powerful and commanding as it sailed through the air like a brick. It smashed through the two fighters and in a matter of seconds König and Ghost were standing to attention, looking up at Price from his spot on the balcony. The blue light of the warehouse shone starkly against the white in Ghost’s mask, but it failed to stick on the inky black of König’s hood. 

“I appreciate that its been a long day gentlemen, but that doesn’t mean you get the luxury of turning into little school boys that can’t contain their fucking tantrums!” Price bellowed, continuing to reset the temperature. “König, stop pushing so hard when the others are still trying to clear the rooms on the left side. Ghost, work faster and spread your team out. Reset and do it again!”

The Captain’s word was final. Even at the height he stood, illuminated by a few bulbs that flickered like burnt orange like cigarettes, you saw that he was in no mood to be argued with. He’d stood watch for all of the attempts and with every one that failed he grew more and more dissatisfied as your joint teams disintegrated into in-fighting. 

Well, that wasn’t going to be a problem on this attempt. Not unless anyone was in the mood to invoke Price’s wrath. 

All you marched off without another word, dragging your feet as you made your way back to the start point. Ghost was glaring so hard at König it seemed like all of you were staying purposefully clear of his path; attempting to avoid the crossfire. Soap and Gaz grunted a few words of annoyance toward each other on the way, but luckily you all made it in one piece.

A few tense moments proceeded to ebb slowly by. The clatter of doors and scrape of fallen soldiers and obstacles being reset was echoing throughout the building, the heavy breaths of men around you intermingled and all too eerily you began to feel like you were in the belly of a beast. It certainly appeared that way to your eyes, you couldn’t see much through the darkness. You’d have to position your night vision down again. 

In the briefing before training, when you’d had the blueprints and locations revealed to you, you’d been told that your guys would be able to cut the power beforehand. They were sending your two teams in while Price waited with another team on standby. That way if Rousseau tried to make a clever escape, Price would be there to close in on him while you rid his headquarters of his followers.

All of it was easier said than done though apparently.

“If we fuck this up again I’m going home. Fuck the dessertion charges, prison’s better than this,” Gaz muttered.

“If we fuck this up again,” Ghost growled in disbelief. “You mean If your team fuck it up, Garrick.”

“Aw, putting the blame on us, LT?” Soap chuckled. “You’re so sweet. Maybe it's me just looking to spend a little more time with you.”

His laugh still held a little humour in it, even for all the torture you’d all been through. Although he knew for a fact that he had nothing to do with it. It was his big lumbering steam train of a teammate that couldn’t be let off so easily. 

It was true what Price said, he had been moving too quickly. König was frustrated. Somehow, despite not even being able to see him most of the time, and at times just barely through the green haze of your goggles, you could tell he was finally feeling the strain of working with your team. He was getting antsy and forceful, trying to power through so that he could escape the stifling atmosphere that the other men created for him.

You wanted to tell him he’d only make it worse by prolonging the day. Though it wouldn’t have been a good idea to speak to him then - not with Ghost feeling the way he was. 

“If we spend any more time down here you’ll all be wishing for a nice cosy jail cell by the time I’m done,” Ghost spat. 

You flickered your eyes over to König and held your breath. He looked like he desperately wanted to make a comment on the situation, his eyes were narrowing in a familiar way, the kind of look he got when he was about to fight a point. You silently begged him to stand down and cast a wary glance over at Horangi, hoping he’d stop his friend from doing anything dumb.

Though in the end it didn’t matter. Price interjected before König could air his thoughts, entering the scene like a benevolent god shouting from above. 

“Alright. Begin again in 5…4…3…2…and…”

The warehouse descended into complete darkness, all lights were off and it was just you and your two teams, huddled together in the lonely gloom. Ghost silently gestured for you all to get moving and with the rehearsed speed of a broadway play, you filed into two teams and braced as Soap got the first charge ready. 

You drew in a breath and felt your heart thudding in your chest, it made you tighten your grip on your gun as every booming beat cracked out like thunder. You swallowed and scanned your eyes through the green fog, watching bleary eyed as Soap set the first charge. You looked away and hunched your shoulders, already tensing for the first explosion. 

The door broke away and the charge sounded off with a dull boom, soon enough your teams were ‘firing’ on your fake enemy with your fake rounds. The guns clacked and clicked in a foreign kind of way and instead of screaming or disappearing in a spray they took a moment to notice the hits and would drop to the ground like seasoned actors. 

Even despite that all though, the adrenaline felt all too real. The soldiers were growing smarter smarter, even hindered by the darkness,they had begun to forsee your oncoming attacks and fought back twice as hard as before now that they'd seen your strategy a few times. It was taking longer and longer to clear the first room. 

Nevertheless, determined to stay in the exercise and take it through to its bitter end. You kept down behind Ghost and shot out at the hostiles, doing your duty and hoping it would be enough. Luckily for you the men fell after trading a couple rounds of fire.

“Horangi, stay on me. Sneak when I say the word I want you to move up ahead to the first room on the left. Horangi and I will cover you while you clear it and block the entrance on the otherside,” Ghost ordered. 

“Copy that,” you responded, also hearing Horangi sound off similarly. 

König had moved up already, but rather than have Soap and Gaz blow the next door, they were all taking cover and helping your team with the oncoming flood of men. Even as two separate teams you were now united in a common purpose - to improve the strategy and ensure you’d never be put through the exercise again. 

Most of you hated having to do those sessions, rehearsing for the main event. After All It’s not like you can account for everything that can happen when the real mission goes live. Its not like the men would be expecting you like the hapless new recruits, that was only natural as you reset the mission for the ninth time in a row.

With that in mind, you kept your gun in your hands like it was superglued to you and marched on, following through with Ghost’s plan as he directed you forward. You gulped and sprinted toward the room, taking cover behind the door and angling your head so that you could spot the men that were spraying heavy fire just inches from where you stood. You blinked and took a breath, reminding yourself that you had the edge. You had night vision. 

In a flash you whirled around and took out one of the men closest to you, diving behind a desk before anyone else could get to you. Already marking out your next target, you were relieved when you spotted Ghost in your peripheral and shot up.

“Support pillar, LT!” you shouted, marking out your ‘kill’. 

Ghost acknowledged you and directed his gun toward the other two, and soon enough you were standing in an empty room, listening to the fire outside. Though you weren’t done, you hustled over to the entrance on the other side and tipped a desk over the doorway, making entry very difficult. Then seconds later another explosion went off and Ghost signalled for you to follow him, covering the rear of team König. 

“On me, team!”

Horangi and you followed Ghost as closely as possible, heeding his every command as you cleared the rest of the rooms with slow and steady precision. König battered down every door with Soap’s help and with he and Gaz ploughing forward, you were able to keep watch of the rear as more men crawled out of the woodwork in an attempt to surprise you. 

Even with the fake ammo your blood was pumping around your body like white water rapids and your breathing came fast and heavy. The clack of the guns and the sound of feet scrabbling against the crumbly warehouse floors were echoing around your head and before long you were beginning to feel wired, could feel your body shake as you grew ever closer to the end. This was it. An escape from the labyrinth and the endless blurry green of the night vision goggles.

“Ready?” König asked, standing prone at the last door.

Ghost and Horangi took out a couple of stragglers, and once they were down and static silence was ringing all around you, König was given the go ahead.

“One last door and then we’re home free, Gazzy,” Soap grinned, setting the door to blow. 

“Yeah yeah, just blow the door, Soap,” Ghost growled.

The last breach felt strong enough to shake the ground you were standing on. Though you’d concede that by the time the charge went off, you were starting to shiver a little. You were full of anticipation, ready to sit down and get some rest before the actual mission. A good night’s sleep was within your grasp. 

Once that door swung out, you’d realised that you’d never been so relieved to see a potential hostage. 

The new recruit made a mighty effort to mimic Rousseau, he tried to go down fighting and raised his gun at you all. Though with six people on him he didn’t have a chance. All of you shrank back from his shots while he attempted to flee, though when you noticed that the recruits back was turning to run, you took your chance and barrelled toward him. 

With every ounce of strength that was left in your body you tackled the man to the ground, landing softly on his thick padding - something Rousseau definitely wouldn’t have when it came time to dive on him. Even with your body protesting, exacerbated limbs crying out for a break, you wrestled his gun from his hands and pinned them to the ground. Fake Rousseau had nowhere to go after that, he was stuck below your body even as you heaved out heavy breaths and soon was surrounded by the rest of your team.

At long last it was game over. 

“Alright, very good team,” Price’s voice called, “You can take off the night vision and we’ll turn the lights up.”

You were all too eager to follow Price’s command. You whipped the goggles up and looked around in the sheer darkness for a moment until the blue lights faded on and were then chased up by the stark flicker of the overhead lights. 

Everyone was blinking hard, adjusting to the brilliance and grimacing as you all looked around the grotty old warehouse with new eyes. When it was set up with low lighting there was something very intimidating about the training area, though now that you looked at it in the new light you couldn’t help but compare it to waking up the morning after a one night stand. 

The chip boards looked floppy and pathetic and the huge towering walls beyond your little simulated maze were covered in warning signs and caution notices. The mirage had cleared, and finally you could look up at Price properly, settling your strained eyes on his terse expression.

“Much better. That’s the sort of performance I expect from you lot, and that’s what I want when we launch tomorrow. Get yourselves cleaned up and get ready to meet in the hanger for oh-four hundred. You’re all dismissed.”

-☠️- 

“Fucking Training exercises.”

You lumbered behind Ghost and made your way to the bathrooms, getting ready to wash up with the rest of the team, hearing bed calling out to you sweetly before your early start. Soap and Gaz were unsuaully quiet, meanwhile König and Horangi were their usual type of quiet. Ghost wasn’t satisfied with that though, he was muttering to himself and stomping down the hallway like a man about to fly himself off to Rousseau and end the mission himself.

“At least it’s over now,” you sighed. 

“Would’ve been over a long time ago if we hadn’t started improvising with the hired help,” Ghost groused.

“How many times, Ghost. We tried your plan and we failed, we worked mine out and we passed,” König growled. “Doesn’t matter how many times you whine about it, the plan worked and that’s all that matters.”

“Is it? Is that all that matters?”

“Yes. We all wanted out and now we’re out. Job done,” König groaned. “What else is there to bitch about?”

“It’s not bitching when I have legitimate concerns about letting a private contractor shit all over my team’s dynamic and split us up!”

“What dynamic is that? The one where you get them all killed?”

Ghost flew toward König again, except this time none of you were allowing it. You, Gaz and Soap leapt toward your Lieutenant while Horangi acted as a barrier, keeping a steady hand on König’s flaring chest. All of you struggled as Ghost threatened to explode, but in a matter of seconds he calmed enough to see he wasn’t going to be allowed his revenge and broke away, grumbling that he’d leave it. 

König watched the exchange between you all and laughed to himself, the little titter escaping the thick fabric of his hood even as he tried to keep it soft. You glared over at him, not appreciating his antagonising just as you’d managed to get a grip of Ghost, though he rolled his eyes at you and walked off. 

Only when he was around the corner did you finally feel it was fit to let Ghost have it.

“What the fuck was that, LT?”

“What do you mean what the fuck was that?” he growled.

The way Ghost looked at you, the way his eyes glinted like he was settling on a new target, normally would’ve had you crumbling like brittle harling in a storm but you were resolute in your mission. You straightened your shoulders and walked up to him, not letting the disappointment fade from your face. 

In your periphery, you caught your fellow teammates giving you a shared look of fear. Soap and Gaz more than made up for what you lacked in that moment, but you ignored them keeping your mind focused completely on Ghost. 

“Price cleared the op to run just as we practised it there, just as it was successfully run and you want to have a go at König because he happened to make a valid suggestion?”

“I’m not having a go, I’m pissed that we’re taking orders from paid guns that shouldn’t even be here in the first place! This was supposed to be our mission, Price assembled our taskforce back together all to take down Rousseau and what happens? The government get involved with KorTac and suddenly we have to play nice with money grubbing slime balls. It’s all not right, Sneaky, and I won’t sit by and take it!”

“It might not be right, but it's the situation we’re in. You might not like König, and things have been…not ideal with all thats happened, but like it or not he made a good call and Price recognised it for what it was.”

Ghost grunted and was about to fire back another load of verbal ammunition, though Soap interjected before he could say anything else.

“Sneak’s right, Ghost. If they’re telling you to let the König thing go, then let it go. Sneak has the most right out of anyone to be pissed about König calling the shots, and they’re not. Fuck sake, Ghost, even Price hates the man. If Price likes his plan, then its a good plan.”

You raised your brows, surprised at seeing Soap opposing Ghost for once. He walked over to you and stood shoulder to shoulder, holding the giant back as he teetered on the verge of a rampage. The warmth of Soap brought a calm to your bones and now that you knew you had someone else supporting you, you let out a breath you’d barely been aware of holding. 

You so rarely had to butt heads with your Lieutenant, you’d never get used to the feeling. Your bones felt like they were rattling with the energy it required.

“You don’t have to worry about the team dynamic, Ghost,” you continued, hoping to expel the last of his anger. “In fact arguing with König is more of an issue than anything that he or any of KorTac can do. We get through this mission and take down Rousseau, then KorTac will leave and we can get back to our jobs until the 141 is called on again. If we fuck this up then we’ll be dealing with losses and we’ll have to keep working with them. We just need to get through this and its done…ok?”

Ghost sighed and cast his eyes down to the floor. Silence reigned for a few beats, but eventually he looked back up and eyed you and Soap and Gaz who’d moved to your other side. The blue in his darkened irises could’ve been swamp water with the way they’d been tainted with frustration. Though even with all of his anger at the situation, he had visibly sagged as he recognised he was looking at things wrong.

“You’re right,” he grunted, rubbing his head and furling up his mask. “I’ll go apologise and see if I can’t get through the rest of our time together without murdering the bastard. Like you say, Sneak - not long till he fucks off.”

With that he left to go slink down the hall and catch König, still grumbling to himself even as he retreated. You and the rest of 141 laughed as he turned the corner and eyed each other, smiles slowly spreading across your mouths as if you’d just turned up to a mad hatters tea party. A moment of euphoria shared as you thanked your lucky stars that Ghost didn’t go Godzilla on all of you before he carried on with murdering König just as he’d said.

Though a small part of you still worried for your boyfriend. You’d winced a little when Ghost insulted him, but on the other side of the coin, you realised that with the mission coming to a close soon you’d be able to stop the obligatory concerns that came with König being on base. Soon you could carry on with your illicit affair and not worry one bit that Price would be any the wiser. What you can’t see can’t hurt you, right?

“Thought for sure ma neck was gonna get snapped there,” Soap chuckled.

“I know, I was picturing being the next skull he wore,” Gaz laughed, his nervousness expelled in a low rasp. “Fuck, Sneak. Next time you want to go on a crusade, give us a bit of warning.”

“I’d have loved to have given myself warning,” you snorted, still in disbelief you’d stood up to Ghost. “It just came out of me out of nowhere. If anyone was getting scalped there, it was gonna be me.”

“Well…at the very least, thank jesus,” Soap smirked, “Ghost listened rather than wringing yer little brass neck. But you know what, Sneaky? Next time you decide to have a brave moment like that, leave us the fuck out of it!”

“Yeah, let us get out of the blast radius first, and then go at him,” Gaz laughed, slapping your shoulder. 

With that they both walked off to the showers together and you rolled your eyes, following after them so that you weren’t hanging around the hallway by yourself. Your weary boots slapped against the floors and you continued to joke as you rounded the corner, feeling at ease as you got your mind focused on getting ready for the mission and the calm that would ensue after its completion. 

When you got to the changing room though, you frowned when you saw König’s things scattered. Normally he wasn’t one for throwing things around, he was usually quite careful to pile things up. However his shirt was sprawled on the ground and his trousers were hung over the benches like a set of bowlegs straddling a horse. Most unsettling of all was when you’d glanced down and saw the wooden bird you’d given him months before laying on the floor just under his upturned pockets. 

“Huh, big man must’ve been in a hurry to shower,” Soap noted.

“Probably wanted to try and hurry to avoid Ghost,” Gaz snorted. “Not that I can blame him, I’d hide from the LT too if I knew he was after me.”

You laughed along with the guys because it seemed like the thing to do, but the smile on your face dropped instantly afterward. Something wasn’t right. You gulped and looked over the mess of his clothes one last time and bit your lip, barely feeling the harsh scrape of your canine against your soft flesh. 

“You gonna wash up, Sneak?” Gaz asked, elbowing you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?”

“You’re standing there like a spare prick, Sneaky,” Soap laughed. “You gonna shower? Or are you cooking up a little pre-mission prank?”

“Don’t encourage that, Soap,” Gaz laughed. “We need to put all that to rest. Like Ghost said, this is the last time we have to see the guy. Let’s just get past it and pray we don’t ever work with KorTac again.”

“I’m not planning anything,” you said, stopping Soap in his tracks just as he picked up the hem of König’s shirt. “I agree with Gaz, let’s leave it, alright? I’m just gonna see where Ghost got to first then I’ll go shower. His stuff’s not here, so he must’ve gone off and I figure I should make sure he got away from König in one piece.”

“Ghost getting away from König?” Gaz snorted. “Think I’d worry more for the other way around…if I gave a shit about König that is.”

You gave another little weak laugh and walked off without anything else to say. You didn’t have anything else in the chamber. Your mind was too busy reeling and wondering where Ghost got to and why König’s stuff was laid out everywhere and all the ways you could combine those pieces of information into horrible conclusions.

You walked through the doorway to the opposite corridor and mindlessly carried yourself forward while your skin burned too hot and your stomach tightened into tiny knots. 

Did they have an argument? Did Ghost notice something about König’s things that gave you both away? Had he seen the bird and known it was yours? If so, how? You’d never shown anyone else the bird that you could remember, but then you cursed to yourself as you remembered your less than sound mental state and struggled to try and remember if you possibly had told the guys or shown them the bird at any point. 

Why did König have to carry it around with him? Why couldn’t he have left it in his room on base or secreted it away somewhere safe?

Were you being crazy? You reasoned you were being crazy. Maybe he really had just left his things in a hurry. Perhaps he did just want to get through his-

You felt your blood run cold when you heard a low growl tear you from your thoughts and speak your name, your real name.  

“You look lost.”

You glanced up after trailing your eyes along the gloomy grey floor and shivered as you finally noticed Ghost towering above you, casting a mighty shadow. He had his eyes fixed on you like a shark, cold and deadly as he surveyed your trembling form. He was glaring hot pits into your skin and from that moment on you had absolutely no doubt that he was onto you. 

He’d never looked at you like that in his entire time leading you. He looked furious, distressed, agitated, so many emotions were etched those glaring dark eyes of his and you were losing track trying to figure out how to best appeal to him. 

“I was trying to find you,” you murmured, barely speaking above a whisper. 

“Why would you be doing that then, ay?” he gritted out, walking toward you cornering you into a wall.

His boots sounded against the floor like canons. With the way he was acting, you worried he’d shove you and crush you underneath them. Though maybe that would be kinder than the fate he had in store for you…

“You.. you- uh, tossed König’s things didn’t you?” you whimpered.

“I did.”

“Why?” you breathed, feeling your eyes welling with tears before you could even attempt to think of calming yourself. 

“I’ll admit I got angry at the thought of having to go crawling and apologising to him and I lost it. I knocked his things off the bench. It went everywhere and shit went scattering out his pockets, y’know he left his wallet in his trousers, stupid cunt. Shouldn’t even have personal shit on a training exercise, but I suppose that’s what happens when you hire a bunch of undisciplined mercs… you know what I happened to see when I spotted his wallet though? You have any guesses, Sneak?”

You gulped and all of a sudden, it became all too clear to you exactly how Ghost had caught you out. 

“The photos,” you whispered.

“That’s right,” Ghost growled, “I saw the fucking photos of you two poking out of it.”

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[kurokens]

I'll Be There | Satosugu

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru & geto suguru

words: 2.6k

pronouns: they/them

request: none

notes: part 4 of In The Middle is here!! might be the longest part of this series, and of my entire blog tbf. i think i like it quite a lot, didn't know where i was going at first but i think it turned out great!! hopefully you will enjoy it. ofc this isn't the end hehe dw

not proof read

song rec: I'll Be There - Zitten

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slowburn, a little bit angsty, poly?

warnings: satosugu are in a loving relationship, misunderstanding, pinning, a lot of pinning on satosugu's end, reader is so oblivious, insecure and self conscious reader, satoru is quite eloquent

It's been two weeks already, two excruating weeks of you not talking to the two men you once called your best friends. Your mutual friends tried telling you that you should give them a chance to explain themselves, that this was just a big misunderstanding. But they didn't understand, how hurt you were, and how painful it was for you. Of course, you wanted nothing more than to run back to them and forget about all of this but how could you? The people you trusted the most were talking behind your back, and it didn't seem like it was in a good way, and no misunderstanding could ever explain what you heard and erase the betrayal you felt. You were convinced of this, and you thought getting out of their life for good was the best option for all of you, no matter what anyone else said.

Or so you thought, because here you were, standing in front what used to be your home, a shaky hand raised to knock on a door you would usually unlock yourself. Your timid knocks echoed throughout the house and for a moment you felt a wave of doubt overwhelm you. What if you were making a mistake? What if they moved on? I mean after all Satoru's messages stopped flooding your phone after a while. Maybe you should just turn back and leave things as they were, because that's how things were meant to be, the two of them together, without you invading their personal space. But just as you were about to walk away Suguru's voice was heard, and your entire body froze, unable to take another step or make another move.

"No Toru, I doubt it's someone delivering us free pizza. Can you be serious for on-" The dark-haired man was not able to finish his sentence upon opening the door and seeing you standing in front of him.

The silence between you two was loud, way too loud for you, and yet you couldn't get yourself to open your mouth to say a word, just anything would do, and yet not even a breath could cross your lips.

"What's taking you so long? Fell in love with the delivery person or what?" Satoru joked, making his way towards the entrance, his mind and body going numb when he finally noticed what had his lover frozen in place.

"I," You started, trying your best to rack your brain in order to break this silence, to explain why you were there, to stop looking like an imbecile. And yet you couldn't, their eyes fixated on you paralised you and shook you to your core. "T'was a mistake, sorry for bothering, I'll just go." Was what you ended up letting out, the awkward silence and the stares getting to your head, making you doubt your decision to come here in the first place.

But before you could even take a step away you were pulled back onto something hard, rather warm, and shaking quite uncontrollably, which was crushing all of your bones. You try wiggling your way out, freeing your head from the strong grasp, that's then you heard sniffling and realised what was happening. Satoru was the one who stopped you from leaving, and was currently suffocating you in what was possibly the tightest hug you've ever received. He was full on sobbing, his head in the crook of your neck, trying his best to catch his breath but crying harder every time he caught a whiff of your scent. You were awkwardly standing there, not really knowing what to do with this sudden show of affection and outburst. But as if it was almost a second nature, and before your brain could stop you, you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him back, which only caused Satoru to cry harder into you.

"Satoru, I think you should let go of them." Suguru tried getting the white-haired man off of you, which broke something in you and brought you back to reality and why you were here now.

"M'not gonna, m'never letting them go ever again, never, never" The youngest whined, tightening his embrace each time as if to prove his point.

"You're not the one who can decide this Toru. And you don't even know why they came in the first place." The raven-haired man reasoned, a hint of sadness at the thought of what made you come back here, scared it was to get the rest of your stuff to move out completely. "Why don't we let them in, and hear them out hm? Think you can do that?"

Reluctantly Satoru let go of you, only to bury his face into his lover's chest, his tears still flowing uncontrollably. Geto gently smiled at you before inviting you in. You hesitated a bit but finally entered, not able to refuse the oldest's pleading eyes. The way to the living room felt endless to you, the silence way too heavy for your liking, and Gojo's soft sobs not helping your nerves at all. After felt like an eternity you finally reached your destination, the two lovers sat on the couch leaving you your spot in your usual chair. You thought it took another lifetime before the silence was finally broken by Geto clearing his throat and starting the conversation.

"So, hm, I don't really know how to start the conversation. Honestly I didn't even think you would ever come back and hear us out, I'm not that prepared, so I will just go straight to the point, I'm sorry." He began his rambling, only serving in quickening your heartbeat even more, scared of the next words that will come out of his mouth. "We don't know exactly what you were refering to with your note, and what you heard. But we can promise you it's a misunderstanding, just a big, big, misunderstanding. You have to believe us, we will never ever hurt you."

"Oh really?" You snickered, the memories of what you've heard coming back to you in a flash, and hitting you in the face even harder than a truck. "So you saying it became unbearable to see me everyday, that you could no longer look at me in the eyes, let alone talk to me, is just a big misunderstanding??" Anger suddenly overflowing your system, replacing all the sadness and nervousness you could feel up until then.

The living room went silent once again, the two lovebirds in a shock at your words. Because surely if you heard this, then, you heard the rest right?? You knew how they felt? Was that what made you this upset? Did them being in love with you repulse you that much that it made you run away from them?? No, no, it couldn't be.

"You heard that?" Suguru breathed out.

"Yes, I did. A bit more difficult to pass this as a misunderstanding now isn't it?" You laughed bitterly.

"Then you know how we feel about you right?? Is that why you're upset?" He continued, still in shock.

"If by how you feel you mean that your hate me, then yes Geto. I know how you feel. And why are you acting so shocked? Is it that hard to believe that me learning my supposedly best friends hate me made me upset?? Or was it suppose to be something I was meant to be aware of from the beginning? Because you sure didn't let that show." You huffed, annoyed at the couple dumbstruck faces, like how dare they act so fucking shocked.

"YOU THINK WE HATE YOU?????????" Both them screamed in unison, the black-haired man having to physically restrain the other one from jumping on you. Their reactions calmed down your anger, only to turn it into confusion.

"Well yeah?? Why else would you say that shit?? Sorry I don't understand why you guys are so surprised right now?" You simply said, staring at them with nothing but confusion in your eyes.

"Oh my god, we do NOT hate you. Oh god. That couldn't be farther from the truth. Oh shit, I'm so relieved right now, I think I could faint." Suguru softly whispered. "Sweetheart, you couldn't be more wrong even if you wanted. Hate you?? Are you insane? We would NEVER hate you. Even with a gun against my head I don't think I could ever utter those words about you."

"I'm so confused, if you don't hate me then why the fuck would you say such things about me? Because there is no way you could be talking about someone else, I heard you say you couldn't bring it up because the person lived with you, and I'm the only one there." You asked, genuinely bewildered by this entire conversation.

"God, this is absolutely not how we wanted to do this, but I don't think we have much of a choice right now do we?" The oldest gently laughed, his smile almost contagious.

"We want you." Satoru suddenly blurted out, startling both of you.

"NO!" Suguru shouted, only to stop himself as if he said the worst thing ever, facepalming before he continued. "I mean yes, but, fuck Satoru this isn't what we talked about."

"They think we hate them! And you're taking way too long, beating around the bush and confusing them more and more. Look at what waiting got us into!! Do you just want them to walk out without knowing how we truly feel?" The youngest rebutted, barely containing himself from pouncing on you and declaring his love for you like he should have done a while ago.

"No.. But do you want to scare them off by just declaring our love for them like that? What we're about to say is not exactly something that is considered conventional in this society Toru. You don't want to startle them and overwhelm them with all our feelings." The raven-haired boy tried to reason.

"I know, but I don't want to hurt them more than we already did." The tallest pouted.

The two lover continued their conversation, as if you weren't there, not realising that they were doing exactly the opposite of what what they were talking about; confessing their unconditional love while being unawere of your dumbfounded self, growing redder and redder with each passing seconds.

"Hm, guys." You finally interrupted. "You know I'm still here, I once again can hear you, and quite correctly this time."

Both men freezed, looking at each other mortified. All of this time spent planning, and carefully rehearsing what they would tell you when they finally confessed, only to do it in such a manner. Suguru was decomposing himself, this house never felt hotter to him as it was right now.

"Haha, what if, you pretended you never heard that???" He chuckled shyly.

"Hm, that would be quite, difficult." You mumbled, your feet and hands suddenly a lot more interesting than the pair in front of you.

You saw something move in your peripheral vision, before a tuff of white hair made its way into your field of vision, Satoru now kneeling in front of you.

"Hey sweetcheek." He softly mouthed, taking your fidgeting hands into his, something that surprisingly eased your nerves. "I know this is quite sudden, and definitely not how we planned to do this, especially not Sugu. But what we said is true, we love you, so, so much. It was hard for us to process, because as Sugu said it, it's not really conventional in our society, so this was really confusing to us. Especially coming to terms with it, but when we realised we both felt the same way towards you, it felt like an evidence. You were the missing part in our life, and you leaving made this even clearer. We cannot function without you, we are too enamored with you to ever imagine a life without you in it. I wanted to just tell you, scream about how much I crave you and your love along Sugu's, but he made me realise this would be selfish. Because, as hard as it was for us to come to term with this, it might be even harder for you, especially if sprung into your face out of nowhere, which we ended up doing any way. And we're very sorry for this. But now that the cat is out of the bag, I want you to know that I love you, God, I love you so much. To think you thought we hated you break me, because there is not a shred of hatred in my body that could ever be directed towards you, and I know it's the same for Sugu. We love you, we love you, we love you." Satoru rambled, his eloquence shocking both you and Suguru.

"And we want you to know that you do not have to reciprocate our feelings, hell, you don't even have to consider them if you don't want to. We just wanted you to know, because that's something that was weighing down on us and we couldn't keep it from you any longer. We don't want this to affect our friendship even more than it already did. As Toru said we cannot function without you, and even if you don't reciprocate our feelings, we want to keep you in our life, because before anything else, you are our best friend, and this will never change. And you don't have to react or say anything about this sudden confession and outburst, you can take the time to think and let all of that sink in. We do not want to pressure you into anything you don't want. I'm so sorry we ended up dumping this on you like that. We had an entire plan prepared but we fucked up. And I'm so sorry we made you believe you were not welcomed in this house, because it's not the case I promise." Geto continued, joining Satoru at your feet, and leaving you no choice but to look at the both of them in the eyes again.

"I, hm, this a lot of information to handle all at once." You exhaled, now realising you've been holding your breath throughout the entirety of the two lovers' speech.

"We know, we're sorry." Suguru murmured, gently stroking your hand, a gesture widely appreciated right now.

"I'm gonna need some time, I think. I don't know what to say." You followed, ligthly squeezing their hands, as if to ground you a bit better in a reality that you were having a hard time to process.

"And we'll give you all the time you need, we've said that already." Satoru replied with a dreamy smile on his face, pleased to be able to have this proximity with you after so long apart.

"Thank you. I think I'll go now." You uttered, hardly moving from your spot despite your words.

"You're more than welcomed to stay here if you want, afterall, this is still your house." Suguru hummed, his face mirroring Satoru's lovestruck one.

"No, I'll go, I won't be able to think straight otherwise. But I'll come back, eventually." You breathed out, still unmoving, hardly understanding anything happening around you that wasn't the two men sitting in front of you.

"Ok, that's fine with us." The white-haired man answered, not moving an inch from his position or letting go of your hand, not helping you in your predicament. But how could he, when he finally could look at you how he longed to do for so long, and who was Suguru to chastise him when he felt the exact same way. Hence why they allowed themselves to endulge a little longer in the skinship they always craved for. You could always do all of your thinking and processing after, was what all of you silently thought and agreed on, just to relish on this moment for a little while longer.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hey lovie, I hope u are well, If ur taking requests atm is it possible u could do miguel when ur on ur period? I feel like his protective instincts would kick in and he would try to help u as best he could. he would conquer ur mood swings like a champ, and use his big ass hands as a heating pad lol.

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hii!! I wasn’t taking requests when this was sent in, but I got mine today (and im in agony so this helped hehe) so I wanted to do this. im still on a writing break but to compromise I made this into some headcanons, hope that’s okay. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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period hc’s with miguel || wc 553

— first things first, he'd be such a great boyfriend, especially when you're on your period, like the absolute best !!

— he wouldn't smother you, wouldn't make you feel claustrophobic. he would never make you feel embarrassed for it either

— I feel like he gets better at helping over time. at the beginning of your relationship, he would be a little awkward around it (not because he's a man, and it's blood or whatever, but because he doesn't know how to help you, how to make you feel better) so over the course of dating he's learnt tonnes

— he is spider-man after all, so he's still a total nerd- he loves learning about them (not in any weird way, just learning in order to understand better etc)

— but every few months, you would completely throw him off. he thought he had your mood swings, cravings, patterns etc down to a T, so every once in a while when that would change, he'd be back at square one

— he would find himself keeping log of your behaviours (again, nothing weird, he just wants to help you) he would recognise patterns and anticipate them like he was trying to get ahead of you, as if he's trying to prepare

— at first, you found his interest pretty odd. no one ever cared that much about your periods, so you found it strange for him to care so much. but you got used to it, and you found it endearing for him to care about something most guys would be disgusted by

— I definitely think miguel is a gentleman, so he loves to treat his girl well, do things for her, care for her, treat and respect her. and he's no different with you

— he's very prepared and always has a stock of your favourite feminine products just in case. he buys multiple boxes of your favourite teas, bags of chocolates, and containers of fruits. he knows what you like, and he goes all out

— he would definitely handle your mood swings like a pro, and dare I say, he would take your anger on the chin. if you snapped at him, he wouldn't say anything, he'd nod, wait for you to calm and then proceed. he wouldn't get angry at you as he knew it was hormonal. he wouldn't scrutinise you for it or bring it up in a future argument. he was aware you might not mean what you say so he would never use it against you

— if you felt guilty for shouting at him, he'd be super comforting and reassuring, "I know you didn't mean it, baby. I know," he would stroke over the back of your head, holding you to his chest. "let's lay down for a bit, hm? get some rest," he would be careful with his tone. he wouldn't want to patronise you

— once you laid down, he'd slip beside you, his huge frame keeping you safe and warm. he'd place his palm over your tummy, using his hand as a makeshift heat pad to help with your cramps. he'd touch you to sleep (lovingly ofc!!) he would stroke over your arm with his spare hand, caressing your cheeks, gently raking through your hair. he'd be a total softie, utterly enamoured with you, even though you cussed him out five minutes prior

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Better Place.

Pairings: Alex Cabot x reader.

Summary: Alexandra Cabot thought she'd never want to settle with anyone, she already considered herself married to her job and that was enough for her. But what happened when, unexpectedly, someone walks into her life with a little bundle of joy?

A/n: This was requested by an anon, Alex playing the role of mom with reader's kid. I suddenly got an idea and wrote it right away, I think this turned out pretty cute hehe. Don't be afraid to send me an ask or message if you got any requests, I'm up for anything for now. Enjoy and leave your comments, reblog, hearts, whatever you'd like, will be very much appreciated🫶🏻

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Working for SVU was probably the hardest thing that Alexandra Cabot has done in her life; the fact that she saw unimaginable cases every single day, things she never thought she’d see or thought they were not real. But she was proud to be part of a team that wanted nothing more than get justice for the victims, and she too wanted nothing more than that, even if most of the time, the cases didn’t end as they expected or wanted. Growing up in a family full of successful people had made Alex want to leave her own mark, which meant that she’d be married to her job and whatever outside her job didn’t really matter. Also, something that she had always kept in mind since starting in SVU, was the thought of zero kids, not even having a partner. Of course, she had her dates, she had her one night stands no too often but every now and then, but mainly, she didn’t want to get involved in anything serious. Also because she knew that if she ever did, she’d putting her partner at risk, and the thought of it scared her, because she has seen it before, and she didn’t want that in her life.

But, they do say that sometimes life doesn’t go the way people want it to, and Alex knew about it, but she didn’t believe it would ever get to her. On a random night at the bar, Alex had gone for a drink after a tough case, wanting to be alone and drink her problems away, and that’s where her eyes landed on a beautiful girl that was at a table with a couple of other girls. She couldn’t help but stare at her the whole time she was there, every now and then looking away, she didn’t want to scare the girl. Her first thought was going to introduce herself, buy her a drink, and then maybe, just maybe, get her back to her place. But Alex took her time thinking about it, feeling a little disappointed in herself as she thought about what she wanted to do, debating in her mind if she should do it or not. But before she could take a decision, she felt someone standing beside her, turning her head slightly to find the girl that she had been staring at the whole night, ordering a drink.

Alex then decided she simply wanted to get to know her, see where this went, so she offered to pay for the drink. The girl looked back at her and offered a smile and a thank you, asking if she could sit with Alex and introducing herself. Y/n’s friends were completely forgotten as she engaged in a conversation with Alex for about an hour or so, funny stories were shared, laughs and smiles, Alex felt a little more alive as she talked to her. After some more drinks, both women decided it was time to go and decided to leave the bar together, as they made a stop in a corner, Alex stared at her for longer that she had expected, smiling softly as y/n caught her staring, giggling softly.

“Would it be too forward if I asked if you want to go to my place?” Alex bit her lip, a bit anxious as she waited for an answer.

Y/n sighed softly. “Not at all.” She smiled. “But I don’t think you want to get involved with me, Alex.”

Alex frowned. “Why not?”

“I don’t think I’m what you’re looking for.” Y/n smiled as she looked down at her hands.

Alex walked closer to y/n and placed her hand on y/n’s chin, making her look up at her. “I’ll be the judge to that. But if you don’t want to, you can always say no.” She smiled softly. “And we can go for a coffee first.”

Y/n’s breath hitched as she looked into Alex’s eyes. “How about both?”

Alex grinned softly as she nodded. “Sounds like a plan.” She looked down at y/n’s lips and leaned down to kiss her softly, stopping herself from deepening the kiss. She definitely knew this wouldn’t be like other times, this was way more.

After getting to Alex’s apartment, neither of them could stop themselves anymore and as soon as the door closed, thy engaged in a deep and hungry kiss. Clothes disappeared slowly as they made their way to Alex’s room, and the night went away as they explored each other’s bodies. Alex knew then that she was screwed because this was definitely not like other nights, y/n was not like anyone she has ever known, and her mind then made her realize that she just needed a few hours to realize that she indeed wanted that coffee, and more after that. It was around five am when she felt the bed moving, and suddenly the warmth that was pressed against her body was no longer there and she felt cold. She opened her eyes and found y/n looking for her clothes around the room.

“Leaving already?” Alex said softly, her voice a bit raspy.

Y/n turned to look at Alex and smiled shyly. “I’m sorry, I need to go. I need to be home before seven.”

“I can let you borrow some clothes, so you don’t have to put back on the dress.” Alex smiled as she got up, grabbing the sheet that had been covering her body and wrapping it around her body, walking to her closet. She grabbed some sweatpants and a hoodie, handing it to y/n. “Want to see if any of my shoes fit?”

Y/n shook her head as she looked at Alex, smiling softly. “I don’t live too far away from here, so the boots I wore will be fine. Thanks.” She stared at Alex for a moment and then cleared her throat. “Can I uh…use your bathroom?”

Alex nodded. “Sure.” She smiled softly as she saw y/n walking to the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

Alex then proceeded to find a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, decided she didn’t want to go to sleep anymore, and she was going to go for a run, changing rapidly before y/n could walk out of the bathroom. Once she was done, she made her bed and picked up the rest of her clothes, putting them in the dirty basket. She heard the door opening and she smiled as she looked at y/n, crossing her arms as she walked to her.

“So…about that coffee.” Alex grinned.

Y/n sighed softly as she placed her clothes on te bed, turning to look at Alex. “You really don’t wanna get involved with me, Alex. I told you last night. I want to. But…I’d rather save myself from the pain later.”

Alex frowned. “I…” she sighed. “I don’t want this to just be a one night stand. So whatever you don’t want me to get involved with, I’ll take it. Unless, you know…you murdered someone, or you’re a drug dealer, or-“

Y/n laughed softly as she slapped Alex’s arm softly. “It’s not that.”

Alex chuckled. “Then? What could be worst than that?” She raised her brow.

Y/n sighed. “It’s not worst for me. But…I know it’s a handful for other people.” She offered a small smile.

Alex nodded. “You’re married?”

“Alex!” Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. She then shook her head. “I have a daughter.”

“Oh.” Alex raised her brows. “Sorry I thought the worst, but not that.” She chuckled.

Y/n shrugged. “For some people it is.” She smiled, looking down at the floor as she tried to avoid Alex’s stare. “No, I wasn’t married. I…didn’t plan her. It was a long time ago but…I was in a relationship that I didn’t want to be into, I was…raped. And then I was pregnant, but I chose to keep her.” She looked back at Alex and sighed. “I’m a mess. I’m a single mother who works at the hospital as a nurse. Not exactly someone you want to get involved with.” She smiled. “And I get it, I won’t blame you.”

It was then when Alex realized that after all, getting involved in something serious couldn’t be a bad thing, not if it meant she would be able to see y/n again and be with her. The thought of a kid scared her, but it wasn’t like she was going to get married to her already. But she wanted to see where this could go. She was actually willing to go out of her comfort zone and see where this could take them.

Alex smiled as she walked closer to y/n, placing her hand on y/n’s cheek and stroking it softly. “Why don’t we go for that coffee and then we see how it goes from there?”

Y/n’s heart warmed, smiling softly. “Really?”

Alex leaned down to kiss her lips softly. “Really.” She said against her lips as she smiled. “I give you my number and you let me know when you’re free?”

Y/n nodded softly. “That sounds like a plan.” She smiled as she kissed Alex’s lips again.

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Alex and y/n had decided that they’d go on a few dates to see where things could go, but after the second date, Alex already knew that she didn’t want y/n to leave her life ever. She had thought about it every day that she didn’t see y/n, how things could definitely change in her life, how it could also change for y/n, and she had surprised herself by actually picturing herself with a kid. After 4 months of dating, they finally decided that it was time for y/n’s daughter to get to know Alex. She knew that once she met y/n’s daughter, she’d be getting involved for good and even if y/n told her there was always a way out, Alex didn’t want it, she actually was excited to meet the little girl and to see where this relationship could go. Y/n had simply said that they could meet for a coffee, but Alex wanted the day to be fun for the little girl, so she offered to take them to the zoo. Alex had been standing in the entrance for around 15 minutes, her eyes trying to search for y/n and her hands fidgeting with her coat. Her eyes finally landed on y/n, a smile appearing in her face as she looked at her and then her eyes landed on the little girl that was holding her hand. The girl looked exactly like y/n, but her hair was long and red, hazel eyes, but she was definitely a mini y/n.

“Hi.” Y/n smiled softly as she stood in front of Alex, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“Hey.” Alex smiled and then looked down, kneeling in front of the kid. “Hi. I’m Alex.”

The girl looked at y/n before her eyes went back to Alex, smiling softly. “Hi Alex. I’m Amelia, and I’m six.”

“Amelia. That’s a beautiful name.” Alex smiled.

“We are both A.” Amelia chuckled. “You’re really pretty, just like my mommy said.”

Alex’s smile widened as she looked up at y/n and then back at Amelia. “We are indeed both A’s, and you’re as beautiful as your mommy told me.”

“Thanks, Alex.” Amelia smiled.

“So, are you ready to have some fun?” Alex raised her brows.

Amelia nodded happily. “I love the zoo. Mommy brings me whenever is my birthday, so I’m excited to be here even if it’s not my birthday.”

Alex smiled. “Well, we’ll make sure you also come on your birthday. For now, let’s enjoy today.”

After an hour or so, they had made it almost through the whole zoo, at some point, Amelia had let go of y/n’s hand and grabbed Alex’s hand, Amelia taking her to see every animal as she talked about it and asked Alex questions. Y/n just followed them around and smiled softly as she saw them getting to know each other. Alex had been nervous before they had arrived but now that Amelia was literally sticking by her side, she couldn’t help but feel relaxed and happy. It wasn’t that she hated or didn’t like kids, she has worked with many kids before, she tried to be as nice and kind as possible, she thought they were cute and sweet, but she had never seen herself with one. Now, here she was, running around Bronx Zoo with a kid holding her hand. Before they left, Amelia asked y/n if they could stop at the shop, y/n making it very clear that she wouldn’t be buying anything for her and she was only looking. Amelia then went ahead to look at the toys, leaving Alex and y/n alone for a moment, both watching over her.

“Alex, I cannot thank you enough for today.” Y/n smiled softly. “I had never seen Amelia so happy and…trusting someone so quick.”

Alex’s whole body warmed at her words, smiling softly. “You don’t need to thank me, I’m just happy that she had fun. And that she seems to like me.”

Y/n placed her hand on Alex’s cheek and smiled. “She does like you. She completely forgot her mom was here.” She chuckled softly as she leaned in and kissed her lips. “You two are so cute.”

Alex smiled against her lips. “You’re cute too. She looks a lot like you.” 

Y/n shrugged. “She got the hair from my mom.” She smiled.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Amelia ran to her and pouted. “Can you please buy me this? Pretty pleeeease.”

“Amy, we said we would only look.” Y/n looked down at her daughter.

“But mommy, I wanna take it home. She needs a home.” Amelia pouted again.

“Baby, you got enough plushies.”

“But not a red panda! She’s cute!”

Alex looked at y/n and then at Amelia. “I’ll buy it.”

Y/n turned to look at Alex. “Alex, you don-“

“Really?!” Amelia smiled widely as she looked at Alex.

“Consider it my gift.” Alex smiled as she looked at y/n. “Can I?” She tilted her head as she looked at y/n.

Y/n sighed as she looked at Alex’s face, she could almost see her pouting just like her daughter, rolling her eyes. “Okay, Alex can buy it for you. Go with Alex.”

“Thanks mommy! C’mon Alex!” Amelia grabbed her hand and pulled Alex with her.

Y/n shook her head softly as she smiled. “I got myself another kid.” She chuckled softly as she followed them.

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Y/n sighed heavily. “Mom…it’s okay. I’ll just uh…I’ll figure something out. Don’t worry about it. Just be safe, okay?” She hung up the phone and leaned her head against the wall, groaning.

“Sarah told me you’d be here.”

Y/n looked at the door and smiled as she saw Alex standing there, that cute smile on her face. “Hi. What are you doing here?” She smiled as she walked to Alex, kissing her lips softly.

“Well, since you said you didn’t have time to go out for lunch, I thought I’d bring you some. I’m on my way to the office.” Alex smiled as she handed her the bag of food.

“Oh, I love you. Thank you. I’m starving.” Y/n chuckled softly as she smiled, looking at Alex. “You didn’t have to do that though.”

“I wanted to.” Alex smiled as she kissed her forehead. “And I love you too.” She stroked y/n’s cheek. “Everything okay? You look a little worried there.”

Y/n sighed softly. “My mom has an appointment today and she was supposed to take care of Amelia. My shift doesn’t end until 10 pm and I’ll need to call a babysitter.” She shrugged. “I just don’t trust anyone with Amelia.”

Alex nodded. “Why don’t I pick her up?”

Y/n stared at Alex for a moment. “I- are you sure?”

Alex shrugged. “Why not? I mean, she knows me, you know me.” She chuckled softly. “I can go to your place so she’s more comfortable.”

“Well, I just…” Y/n chuckled softly. “I know you know her. I mean she’s…obsessed with you.” She laughed softly. “I just didn’t know if you’d be okay to be alone with her.”

Alex smiled. “I like being with her. And I don’t know I mean…maybe it’ll be good for us to spend some time together.”

“So you two team up and go against me? Because that’s definitely what happened the first time you met, and all the other times we’ve gone out.” Y/n raised her brow.

Alex chuckled softly. “Maybe.” She smiled. “It’ll be okay. I offered.”

Y/n sighed, smiling softly. “Okay, I’ll give you my keys. I’ll call and tell them that you’ll be picking her up. Pick up is at 2:30 pm.” She went to her locker and got her keys and some money, walking back to Alex. “Here’s some money so you buy something to eat for dinner. I’ll try to be home as soon as possible.”

Alex grinned as she only grabbed the keys, kissing her forehead softly. “Dinner is on me.”

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay. Call me if you need anything.” She leaned in and kissed her lips softly. “Thank you.”

Alex nodded. “No worries.” She smiled before she walked out of the room.

It had almost been a year since they had started dating, all these months, Alex couldn’t be any happier, after thinking too much about it, their relationship was actually working perfectly. Amelia had adjusted so well to Alex, loving every second that she got to spend time with her. Alex had already met y/n’s mom and just a few weeks ago, Alex had planned a trip to her parents house in the Hamptons, both of them falling in love with both y/n and Amelia. She was afraid about the waited talk with her parents, which eventually, after y/n went up to the room to put Amelia to sleep, came as Alex was left alone with her parents. Alex never thought that she’d want to settle with anyone, but after almost a whole year of them dating, she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with both y/n and Amelia. Even if the thought of being a parent to Amelia scared her to death, she couldn’t help but think about watching Amelia grow up.

Alex stood in line waiting to pick up Amelia, looking at all the moms who picked up their kids and smiling softly. The squad had already teased her about it one time that Alex mentioned something about Amelia and the whole squad had stared at her as she talked about a little girl and that’s when she explained that her girlfriend had a kid. They teased her endlessly that she was now a mother and she’d soon be attending school dances, birthday parties and more. Even if they were only teasing her, Alex couldn’t help but smile at the thought, feeling warm inside. This was so new, definitely not something she had expected, but she was happy.

“Alex! You really here!” Amelia ran to Alex and Alex picked her up, Amelia wrapping her arms around Alex’s neck happily.

“Hey princess.” Alex chuckled softly, looking at the teacher. “Thank you.”

“Amelia was so excited to know you were coming for her. You have her wrapped around your finger.” The teacher smiled.

Alex smiled. “It’s the other way around, actually.” She then looked at Amelia. “Wanna go for an ice cream?”

“Yes!” Amelia was then put down on the floor and grabbed Alex’s hand.

After the ice cream, they both headed to y/n’s apartment. Alex almost broke her head as she tried to help Amelia out with her homework, noticing that she was way better at law than at simple kids homework. After that, Amelia had gone to her room to play for a bit while Alex got some work done, but not too long after, Amelia appeared back in the living room and asked Alex if she could sit with her to watch a movie while Alex worked. Alex would stare at her every now and then, smiling as Amelia was lost in the movie, one arm wrapped around her plushie and her little hand on Alex’s leg. She didn’t know when it happened, but all of a sudden she was laughing at the movie with Amelia, papers aside and Amelia leaning over her while Alex’s arm was wrapped around the kid, both enjoying the movie. Alex then decided to keep spoiling the little girl and ordered some pizza for dinner, both sitting back in the living room and eating the pizza while they watched the movie.

Alex looked down at Amelia and caught her yawning and rubbing her eyes, giggling a bit. “Tired, princess?”

Amelia nodded. “But I don’t wanna go to sleep. I wanna stay here with you.” She looked up at Alex.

Alex smiled. “How about this…you go and prepare for bed while I clean up a bit, and when you’re ready, you come to me, and I take you to bed to read you a book?”

Amelia smiled. “And you gonna lay down with me?”

Alex nodded. “Yep.”

“Okay, sounds like a deal.” Amelia chuckled as she ran to her room to get her pajamas.

Alex chuckled softly as she got up from the couch and paused the movie, grabbing the box of pizza and plates, and heading to the kitchen. Not too long after, Amelia tapped on her back, making Alex turn to look at her. “Ready?”

Amelia nodded. “Teeth brushed, and pajamas on.” She smiled as she extended her arms.

Alex picked her up and smiled, walking to Amelia’s room, and throwing her in the bed, earning a laugh from Amelia as she positioned herself under the blankets and hugged her plushie. “So, what book does the princess want?”

“Uh…Green Eggs and Ham!”

Alex went to her small bookshelf and picked up the book, walking back to the bed and sitting down beside Amelia. “Okay, read it with me?” She looked down at Amelia who nodded, and then brought back her attention to the book.

They both started reading and Amelia laughed when Alex tried to make funny voices, throwing her head back and then leaning back on Alex. In the fourth or fifth page, she noticed that Amelia had gone silent, looking down and seeing that Amelia had closed her eyes and was slowly breathing now. She smiled softly and carefully placed the book on the nightstand, standing up slowly and then moving Amelia to lay down properly, putting the blanket over Amelia’s shoulder and kissing her head softly.

“Night mama.” Amelia whispered softly as she hugged her plushie tighter, smiling as she fell back asleep.

Alex’s heart stopped at the words, standing still as she stared at Amelia. She then reacted and turned off the light of the nightstand, walking out of the room and leaving the door ajar in case Amelia called her. She stood there for a moment again, not sure if she had heard right or if she had imagined it. She walked back to the couch and sat down, trying to grab her paperwork again but she only stared at it, her mind too distracted to focus on it. Amelia had called her mama. She called Alex mama. She really did that. And she just simply said it. She didn’t even noticed, she was too sleepy. Did she even think about it? Will she remember in the morning? Had she been thinking about calling Alex mama? Did y/n even knew about it? She was so entranced in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door opening and y/n walking in. Y/n said hi to Alex, putting her things away but when she didn’t get any answer, she looked back at Alex as she frowned. She walked around the couch and sat down beside Alex, who was staring at the paperwork in her lap.

“Baby?” Y/n raised her brow as she placed her hand on Alex’s hand.

Alex shook her head and turned to look at y/n. “Hi! Hi, I- I’m sorry. I was uh…I guess lost.”

Y/n chuckled. “You don’t say.” She kissed Alex’s cheek and then stood up. “Is she asleep?”

Alex looked down at her watch and noticed that an hour had already passed since she sat down on the couch. “Yes! She’s been asleep for a while.” She looked up at y/n. “There’s pizza left, do you want me to warm it up for you?”

Y/n chuckled. “No, I got it. I see you spoiled my daughter.” She grinned as she looked at Alex.

Alex smiled. “It was our day, how could I not?”

“What else did you do?” Y/n asked as she grabbed the pizza and put it on a plate to warm it up.

“Uh.” Alex put aside her paperwork and then stood up to go to the kitchen with y/n, leaning over the kitchen island. “Well, we went for ice cream.” She smiled. “We came home, she played a bit in her room and then we watched some movies before we ordered dinner, and I noticed she was sleepy, so I took her to bed and read a book until she fell asleep.”

Y/n smiled as she leaned over the counter and kissed Alex’s lips. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m sure she was the happiest.”

Alex smiled. “So was I.” She watched as y/n went back for her food and bit her lip for a moment. “There’s uh…” she looked down at her hands. “There’s something else.”

Y/n looked back at Alex and raised her brows. “What?”

Alex looked back at y/n, smiling softly. “She…she called me mama.”

Y/n’s heart stopped as she stared at Alex. “Alex…I-“ she cleared her throat. “I told her we would talk about it and-“

“She asked you if she could call me that?”

Y/n only stared at Alex as if she had been caught. “I mean…yes. She…she talked to my mom and my mom told me and I…I sat down with her, but I told her we needed to talk about it. I didn’t expect her to say it. I thought she had understood that I would talk to you about it. Alex, I am so sorry. I know we’ve only been dating for almost a year but-“

“I don’t mind.” Alex snapped, interrupting y/n’s rambling.

Y/n stopped talking and only stared at Alex again. “You…you what?”

Alex smiled softly. “I don’t mind.” She huffed a chuckle. “I really don’t mind.” She felt her eyes getting teary as she walked to y/n. “I…I really thought I never wanted kids. The job I have…working with kids that are victims…I’ve seen so much that I thought I’d never want that life or would want to settle with anyone. But you and Amelia really changed that for me.” She grabbed her hands and smiled. “I want you to tell Amelia that it’s okay.”

“You mean it?” Y/n smiled as she felt her own eyes getting teary.

Alex nodded. “I mean, if it’s okay with you, I don’t mind. But y/n…I want this. I want to do this with you. I want you and Amelia in my life, I cannot imagine my life without my two girls.” She chuckled softly.

“Oh, Alex.” Y/n’s smile widened as she wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck, kissing her lips softly. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t want this.”

“How could I not? You two are my girls.” Alex smiled as she pecked her lips. “We should move in together. Look for a place, or move to mine, we can make my guest room into her room.”

Y/n nodded. “We should talk about it.” She smiled. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.” Alex smiled as she leaned down and kissed her lips softly.

[keimunnn]

I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCHHH 💗💗

Please for the love of Raava, write Korra x f! firebender reader. But wait, here's the kicker: make it enemies to lovers <33

It will firstly start with banter like "If you'd like to learn how a real pro bends, I could give you some private lessons." "You wanna go toe-to-toe with me, pretty girl?" And after that she fucks the reader's brains out <33

Degradation and a mix of praise is necessary thank you 🙏

BYE BYE LOVE YAAA <3

how a real pro bends

KORRA + F!READER

warnings: nsfw (18+) — firebender!reader, you're absolutely down bad for korra lol, fingering (she iced them up hehe), degradation and praise, use of the names; pretty girl, slut.

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it was the day where you and your teammates watched the fire ferrets have their win on the last game, your eyes observed every movement that was being used by their team in order to claim your victory once your own team would go against them somehow. there was a feeling both of your teams would collide at some point, anyway.

arms crossed against your chest, tilting your head to the side, your teammates roared and cheered in enthusiasm as you all watched the tournament by the audience. your eyes slimmed, scanning a certain woman with blue eyes on the ring. a chuckle flew past your lips, already feeling giddy at the sight of the woman. you never really had the chance to look at the avatar up close, even outside the stadium.

the fact that you might go against her felt thrilling. in a way.

the entire time of watching the avatar from the crowd, you were silent. your teammates noticed, but only shrugged it off—that was just how you were. you had the habit of observing your potential opponents, hence why your team had always won each and every tournament the three of you had been in. it was a beneficial trait, which was fortunate for you and your team overall.

after the fire ferret's win, you strided over the gym near their waiting room, having a feeling one of them might be there. you, of course, were expecting the one you had your eyes on—the avatar. she did indeed intrigue you in so many ways than one. she was confident and strong. she had so much potential and skill as a whole. an ideal woman in your opinion. plus, she had those muscles that could probably have you drool in place—

your train of thought was interrupted from bumping into someone, making you hiss and curse softly under your mouth. with furrowed eyebrows, you were ready to just scold them off with your usual sass. but that died down when you realized who was in front of you. a smirk etched its way into your lips naturally, a hand on your hip with a twirl of your hair.

"well, well. it's you..." your voice was a bit soft, yet deep. the words trailed off as soon as your eyes scanned down her figure. she was absolutely out of breath, a bit sweaty with her white tank top engulfing her body that you oh-so wanted to see. your orbs went back up, staring right back into hers with another tilt of your head to look up at her. "the avatar, herself."

"uh," the avatar begins, clueless with a slightly raised brow. "am i supposed to know you? or do you need something from me?" her hand pats down against the back of her neck with a towel, clearly from working out and practicing her moves. you only chuckled back at her, crossing your arms and leaned against the doorframe with a small grin on your face.

"no need. just wanted to come by and see what my future opponent looks from up close. and dare i say that i can absolutely take you down."

your voice didn't waver, silently challenging the avatar in your own way. your confidence was obvious, seeping through your gaze. korra only looked at you, squinting a bit from your words. whatever the hell you said was definitely pumping her up. rolling her shoulders back, she looked down at you with fire in her eyes.

"oh, i've heard of you. you're that chick bolin kept warning me about. firebender, huh?"

a laugh erupted from your lips, a soft pat onto your stomach to calm you down once she'd discovered who you were. one of your fingers swiped an imaginary tear from your eyes before lighting a fire up from the tip of the same finger with a cocky smile on your face. you've been figured out. but that didn't scare you one bit. it felt exciting. too exciting.

"heard you were new to this, too. if you'd like to learn how a real pro bends, i could give you some private lessons."

korra only shook her head, an amused grin on her face once she took a hint if your words, of course it didn't sound like a tournament-like offer. you intended for it to sound that way. the avatar's arm rested right beside the doorframe you were leaning on, her face leaning down towards you at the same time with her usual crooked smirk on her own face.

"you wanna go toe-to-toe with me, pretty girl?"

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there you were; your front pressed up against the wall with the avatar fucking your cunt with her fingers pounding inside you. though, before she did so, she iced up her digits to create a more... interesting effect inside you.

at first, it was an actual practice with the avatar just so you could learn more about her techniques for even more advantages for future tournaments. but of course, you couldn't help yourself trying to be subtle with your looks and touches around her body. you couldn't keep your hands to yourself, and korra knew that. she didn't mind though. she thought it was pretty interesting to see someone as attractive as you wanted a feel of her muscles. at some point, she'd even let them flex in front of you a little, just to see your reaction.

and spirits, that little blush with that pretty face of yours... it felt surreal to even witness it despite your usually flirty demeanor the whole time you guys interacted. that pretty much ended up with you getting up close to her in the end and seducing the hell out of her.

now, you were completely getting messed up by her. your hair came off loose from its usual ponytail, already disheveled clothes from an intense makeout session. your cheek and chest were pressed up onto the wall, hands on either side to maintain yourself from falling over whilst she fucked you from behind with a hand on your hip that was slightly bent over, gripping tightly onto your skin.

"thought you said you could take me down? seems that was just all-talk."

korra teased up, keeping her pace whilst your hole let out squelching noises in return. you were panting, lips parted slightly with soft moans from the plunging. you would absolutely roll your eyes at her words, but it might roll a different way if you're in this type of scenario. your breath was shaky and sharp, feeling the need to cum on her fingers from how fast and deep she was. not to mention, her fingers were thick and muscular—and that only added to the pleasure you were feeling right now.

"you close?"

she whispered against your ear, feeling your walls clench around her fingers with a slight smirk on her face once she curled them up inside you. a moan escapes your lips, biting down harshly on your bottom one to try and quiet down. back arching from the curl, you moved your hips with her rhythm, slamming back to her. the avatar only chuckled at your silent plea to get you to release around her fingers. before you could even had the chance to, she pulled out abruptly, cutting you off from exploding entirely. you whipped your head around, looking at her with slight confusion.

"why...?"

"turn around. wanna see how this pretty girl looks when she cums on my fingers."

she commands, but was also the one who turned you around and plopped you down onto the floor, your back leaning against the wall behind you. your body squirmed once her fingers started playing with your clit once more—cold and nice, just how you liked it. your body heated up at that. korra notices this before plunging back inside once more, her mouth around one of those perky nipples, curling her fingers inside your cunt. she was leaning over you, slightly smirking to herself once she saw your face up close with those expressions.

"look at you getting fucked by the avatar like the slut you are. do you just go around and flirt with any opponent you come across?"

she whispers, peppering kisses along your torso to the point where she reaches your sensitive nub between your legs, still working her fingers out with one hand and the other hand underneath a leg of yours, lifting it over her shoulder. without a warning, she lifts your hips up to her face, using her tongue against your clit while her fingers did their job penetrating you to the brim. it was like heaven to have the avatar have you like this—under her mercy.

her mouth engulfed your little bud in between her lips, lightly sucking on it with her eyes all on you. she was watching your reactions, your expressions, and the way you move against her. it was intriguing, really. having you all fucked out in front of her with just her fingers and tongue. her arm wrapped around your waist to set you in place, continuing her ministrations once she realized you were getting closer to your release.

"about to cum, pretty girl?"

there was cockiness in that tone, which you only mewled at in response, nodding eagerly. you liked women like this. it got you even closer to the edge, your hand gripped itself to the floor below you as your chest heaved from how close you were. your body arched in the air, wrapping the leg over her shoulder around her neck to pull her closer to your entrance, shamelessly having the avatar dig her face into your throbbing cunt with the need to explode.

"please..." you begged at last, your legs twitching from rubbing into the avatar's face, cumming hard around her digits. her fingers still continued its pace, plunging in and out of you to milk you up and pulled out, rubbing her digits covered in your slick along your clit to soothe you out. korra places you down once you've finished, giving you a rest as she looked down at you in a watchful gaze.

"still gonna teach me how a real pro bends?"

"not now, avatar."

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as you all could tell, i like getting straight to the point sometimes :> LOL this ask was fun

[borathae]

↳ Full Art

“Taehyung loves when he can be your cute little puppy. He loves it so, so much.”

Pairing: Taehyung x n.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: D/s dynamic, sub puppy player!Taehyung, Dom!Reader, pet play with gear, puppy headspace, ankle cuffs, anal play, latex gloves, praise, good boy kink, prostate orgasms

Wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: *barks* (pun intended) he is so NGNFNGN also omgg how are you guys liking the new art of the month layout? i am loving it tbh, no joke it's exactly what i wanted it to be hehe have fun besties ❤

The gloves sit snug around his hands, falsifying his own senses. He can’t move his fingers, the feeling in them is gone. They are useless, little paws right now. Taehyung feels dizzy because of it, drugged from the mindset he finds himself in. 

The collar around his neck is tight, but not too tight to be uncomfortable. You keep tugging at it, reminding him that he is owned. 

“Come on, follow me”, you order him with yet another gentle tug at the leash and wave you fingers in front of his eyes to keep his attention on you. Not that you need tricks to keep his attention. He is yours. Utterly and completely yours.

Taehyung barks quietly, following you most obediently. The paw gloves makes a dull sound on the wooden floor, a sticky sound follows it as he lifts them off and the leather stays glued to the wood for just a small second. Leather cuffs are wrapped around his ankles. He is dragging chains behind him as he crawls after you. They create a familiar melody to Taehyung’s ears. He finds comfort in the sound because it meant that he could be in his favourite headspace. 

Puppy headspace.

He isn’t human right now. He is a good, obedient puppy following his owner’s orders. The gear for it, you got him on your anniversary and it enhances the play so goddamn well. Taehyung has never felt more like a puppy than he does right now with his hands hidden in leather paws, his neck adorned with a leather collar, his ankles kept in chains and his butt beautifully accessorized with a tail.

He feels it move. It drives him just a little mad. It is a really intense sensation, taking some of his attention and keeping just a glimmer of humanity in his mind.  

“That’s a good puppy. Bed”, you order and pat the mattress. 

Taehyung crawls onto the bed and does an excited little spin. 

“No, stay”, you tell him in a fond giggle. 

Taehyung stops, looking up at you with big eyes and his tongue sticking out. 

“That’s better. Such a good boy”, you coo at him, coddling his cheeks in soft pets. You are wearing red latex gloves tonight. It gives your touch just a small sense of unfamiliarity to it. The You was missing from it. The warmth, the sense of your skin, the smell of it. Taehyung doesn’t mind that it does because what was missing, you make up for in tenderness. Your pets are placed with such love and care.

Taehyung barks happily, wiggling his butt. The tail shifts inside again. His legs wobble for a moment.

“Yes good boy, such a good boy”, you babytalk as you coddle his face, “you're such a cutie good boy. Yes, such a good boy.” 

Taehyung huffs out air excitedly and leans in to lick your cheek. His heart is racing like crazy. You know exactly what to say to make him burst in happiness.

You squeak a giggle, fleeing him with a tilt of your head. Taehyung however chases you, licking your chin and cheek for more kisses. He is so happy! He needs to show you how happy he feels! And how much he loves you!

“God puppy, you’re getting me all wet”, you laugh, ruffling his hair, “I know big kissies. Such big kissies.” 

Taehyung whimpers happily, wagging his tail. A second of humanity courses through him, resulting in a very human moan to slip past his lips. The wagging shifted the plug inside, crazing it right over his prostate. Electric pleasure instantly fills his veins. 

He sits back, looking up at you with glassy eyes. 

“What’s the matter?” you ask because you know that look and what it means. The headspace is shaken. Something happened which reminded him that he was human after all.

“Tail”, he gets out and shifts his hips.

“Tail?”

“It keeps shifting.”

“Oh…” you let out, running your eyes run down his body. 

He is naked except for his paws and the collar. His dark nipples are swollen and so perfectly perky. His soft tummy heaves up and down as he breathes heavily. His flushed cock stands against it, throbbing slowly. He is hard. You didn’t even notice that he is. You were too preoccupied with loving him and getting his cute kisses.

“I see”, you say, “turn.”

Taehyung follows instantly, presenting his butt to you on all fours. Like this, you can see the pink paw print stitched onto the black gloves. He would look so cute if it weren’t for the black silicon tail sticking out between his buttocks. You ogle it, feeling your tummy flutter. To think that it is shifting enough to mess up his headspace.

“Stay”, you order him to which he tenses his muscles obediently.

You step closer to him, connecting your gloved hand with his back in a gentle caress. Goosebumps follow your fingers, shivers chase them right after. 

“You’re such a pretty puppy”, you praise and flick your finger against his tail. It wobbles for a few moments. Taehyung moans softly.

“This tail you mean?” you tease, flicking it again. 

Taehyung answers you with a shaky intake of breath and his buttocks clenching in a flinch.

“I guess you do”, you coo and swirl your pointer finger around the very tip of his tail. It creates those very subtle circular motions, forcing Taehyung’s body to shiver in reaction, “does this feel nice?” 

“Wroof.” 

“Of course it does. Do you want more?” 

Taehyung arches his back, begging you silently. 

You trace his tail. It is made out of black silicone and has a slight curve to it. A slightly thicker base prevents it from disappearing inside him and in his hole, a girthy buttplug is sitting. No wonder he is letting out those sweet little moans, movements must shift it so nicely against his sensitive spots. 

You wrap your fingers around the girthy base and wiggle it from side to side. Your sweet boyfriend reacts in a moan and his back moving in a wavelike arch. You repeat the movement, drawing yet another little moan out of Taehyung.

“God puppy, this is so hot”, you say. You twist the black leather leash around your gloved hand a few times, drawing closer this way. There isn’t tension on it yet, tangling between your hand and Taehyung’s neck and drawing pretty paintings of shadow on his back. You follow the stroke of shadow with your fingers for the sole purpose of ending it with a wiggle of his tail plug.

Taehyung always reacts with such pretty moans when you draw it out. Giving him everything with no built-up is fun, but giving it to him after making him expect it is even better. So you like to feel him up, make his skin sensitive for you and his poor little body so, so needy for more. It’s more satisfying this way. 

You take the tail between your fingers again and move it. In and out. 

“Ah”, Taehyung lets out. His heavy balls throb between his legs. He liked it.

“More?”

He arches his back.

“Speak.” 

“Wroof”, he sort of whimpers the bark. It’s the hottest thing.

“Good boy. You’re such a good boy”, you praise and reward him with a slow toy fuck.

Taehyung moans each time you push it back inside again. His hole takes it embarrassingly easy. Well, deliciously easy would be a better way to describe what is happening right now. His rim is puffy and swollen, moving around the black silicon desperately. It bulges each time you pull out and opens up each time you push back inside.

“You’ve got the prettiest puppy hole”, you rasp, twisting the toy when it is halfway out. His hole takes it hungrily, shifting around the bulge. So wet and stretched. So fucking puffy. 

Taehyung whimpers, dropping his head.

“Head up”, you order, tugging at the leash roughly.

His head shoots up, a needy mewl slips past his lips. For just a second, air was sparse, reminding him that he has no free will right now. That you decide what happens to him.

“That’s better. You shouldn’t slack, puppy”, you praise and reward him by pushing the toy back into him. You loosen the tension on his leash, letting it tangle again. He releases a shaky breath, clenching around the toy in flutters of his puffy hole.

Fuck, his hole is so puffy. You crave the view of it unplugged and empty. Just for a few seconds to really satisfy the needs. 

You pull the toy out completely, moaning deliciously as his gaped hole looks back at you. You can see inside. He is so, so pretty, leaking lube now that he has nothing holding it inside.

“Fuck, look at you. Who’s a good puppy, Taetae?”

Taehyung whimpers, arching his back just so his hole stays open for you longer. He is the good puppy. He is.

“That’s right, you’re a good puppy. Such a good puppy”, you coo and push the toy back inside.

“Ah”, he lets out, fighting it for a second because he hadn’t expected the stretch.

“Relax.”

The toy doesn’t want to slip back inside. You stop trying in order not to hurt him, reaching for the bottle of lube.

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you talk sweetly, keeping him in a happy headspace. You know how quickly Taehyung can beat himself up about sex related struggles. Premature ejaculation, a sudden loss of a boner, dry holes. These things are natural and happen, but Taehyung likes to beat himself up about them. You always make sure that the self-disappointment doesn’t happen. 

“You’re such a good boy. I’m just quickly gonna put more puppy slick on there. Yeah?” 

Taehyung wiggles his hips, letting out a small mewl. Lube. You are putting more lube, but the fact that you are calling it puppy slick is messing with his head. He can’t wait to take the toy again. Oh, he wants it so bad. 

“There we go, all slicked up for my puppy”, you say, placing the bottle aside. You twist the leash tighter without creating tension and guide the smooth head of the buttplug to his puffy hole. 

You touch it. 

Taehyung arches into you.

You trace it in circles. 

Taehyung sticks his ass out. 

You apply pressure.

Taehyung pushes back and swallows it. Of course he would. He is your good puppy after all.

He whimpers, closing his eyes in total bliss. He is finally whole again. Tingles go through his body, he feels so warm between his legs. The stretch is so nice and so electric. He doesn’t want it to stop.

“That’s better. You’re such a good puppy”, you encourage him and begin moving it inside him again. In and out, in and out. He should know how good it feels to be your puppy. 

Taehyung tries so hard to continue making puppy sounds, but it’s so hard. You make him feel so good. The plug is girthy enough that the stretch is there, but it is still small enough that it doesn't hurt. He is just full. That’s how he feels. Full. It is such a nice state to be in. 

Full. Empty. Full. Empty. Full. Empty. Full.

You keep pulling out and pushing back in. Taehyung feels aching longing whenever it is gone and burning ecstasy whenever it is back. 

“Please”, he begs because it’s impossible to stay non-verbal. 

“Speak”, you allow him.

“Please stay inside.” 

“Like this?” you push it all the way into him and move it by the tail, “is this doing something for you?”

“Woof”, Taehyung moans, arching his back. He tilts his head back, giving you a glimpse of his agape mouth. His eyes are closed in bliss, his cheeks are flushed. 

“Of course it does. My good boy, you’re so pretty like this.” 

“Woof, ah, woo-woof.” 

His legs are shaking, his arms are as well. His puffy hole keeps pulsating around the shaft, sucking the toy in hungrily. 

“Woo-ah-oof.”

You know for a fact that the only reason Taehyung is struggling with his noises is because you are grinding the toy against his prostate. You continue, basking in his blissed-out state. He is perfect like this.

“Woo, woo-oof.” 

He doesn’t even notice that he stopped barking and is instead saying the word “woof” in various needy versions. How wonderful. He is so wonderful.

It makes you want to ruin him even more. You angle the tail upwards and begin drawing circles with it. 

Taehyung gasps and tenses up. He whimpers, chasing you with sudden needy wiggles of his hips. Faster, faster, faster. He is getting faster the longer this goes on, whimpering sweetly each time the toy so very clearly grinds against his prostate. He is fucking himself on it, squeaking for air. 

“Good boy. Such a good boy”, you know what is happening and so you help him with getting there by saying his favourite words, “good boy, you’re such a good puppy.” 

Taehyung moans and drops to his elbows, screaming into the mattress as his orgasm hits him. You moan right with him, wiggling the toy in him quickly to really draw it out for him. He is shaking, twitching, convulsing all while his puffy hole throbs around the toy and the sheets muffle his ecstatic wails. 

“You’re seriously such a good fucking boy. Give me everything, puppy. That’s my good puppy”, you talk him through it until he very obviously begins twitching in overstimulation. 

You slide your fingers from his tail. You keep it inside his ass, watching it move all on its own as his hole throbs in the aftershock of his orgasm. How delicious to look at. 

“Good puppy”, you praise, petting his butt soothingly, “now. Turn”, you order and tug at the leash. 

Taehyung fights himself up onto his paws and turns with wobbly knees. He looks properly ruined. Face flushed, hair messy, eyes half lidded and gaze droopy. You know that it was hard for him to follow your command, but this isn’t over yet. What you just gave him was merely to get rid of some of the tension. He isn’t done yet.

“Good boy”, you pet his head. 

Taehyung leans into your touch with an exhausted whimper and his eyes falling closed. You pet him, helping him calm down after his needed high. 

“So”, you begin, scratching him behind his ear, “now that we got this out of the way, we’ll finally start with the training.” 

He lifts his glassy eyes, staring up at you in a mixture of disbelief, devotion and exhaustion. The devotion is strongest, shining brightly in his dark brown puppy eyes. 

“Mhm? Can my puppy finally think clearly again?” 

Taehyung exhales shakily, sagging his shoulders as his devotion grows. He finally lets out an animalistic bark again, sticking out his tongue slowly because he desires to be your obeying puppy so bad, even with his body still recovering from his orgasm.  “Of course you can. Now let’s get started. Paw.”