#HEARTBEATS AND STRAWBERRY TREATS

[morningsunandnightsky]

Heartbeats and strawberry treats

Pairing: Boyfriend!Jaehyun x you

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,390

Genre: FLUFF

"The kiss tastes of strawberries and the warmth of his skin, it's slow and tender, like a promise spoken without words, and for a moment, the world fades into nothing but him—his scent, his touch, and the soft sound of your name on his lips."

Author's note: It's been a minute since I've written anything, so this might be rusty af. But I felt like putting something out, so I did before that tiny spark of motivation burned out. This is not proofread. As always, feedback is highly appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

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The summer sun hangs lazily above you, casting a golden haze across the sky as you and Jaehyun walk hand in hand down a quiet, tree-lined path. His fingers are warm against yours, but it’s the kind of warmth that feels just right, even on a hot summer day like this. One that wraps around you like a secret, intimate, quiet, and meant only for the two of you. 

“I told you the strawberry farm was a good idea,” you say, playfully nudging his shoulder with yours.

Jaehyun laughs—soft, low, and entirely contagious. “You just wanted an excuse to wear that sundress.”

You feign offence, gasping. “It’s cute and breezy. Totally practical.”  

He eyes you with a smile that melts you every time. “It definitely is a lovely dress, but only you are the reason it looks so perfect,” he says more softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering just a fraction of a second too long on your cheek. 

The warmth of the sun on your skin is nothing in comparison to the look in his eyes.

The two of you arrive at the little farm tucked between rolling green hills. There’s a faded wooden sign that reads "Pick Your Own" and rows and rows of strawberries glistening in the sunlight, their sweet scent carried by the breeze. Jaehyun grabs two small baskets and hands you one with a wink.

“Let’s see who picks the most.”  

“You’re on,” you grin. 

You wander down the rows, crouching beside a patch of ripe berries. Jaehyun is only a few steps behind you, humming softly to himself, occasionally reaching over your shoulder to pluck a berry he insists you missed on purpose. And maybe you did. Hoping to feel him against you again -not that you'd admit that to him though- At one point, you pop a berry into your mouth and tilt your head toward him. 

"Wanna taste?" you ask, your eyes gleaming mischievously.  

When your fingers rest on his jaw, he leans in and takes the berry, his lips grazing yours softly as his smile broadens and his dimples deepen. 

The kiss tastes of strawberries and the warmth of his skin, it's slow and tender, like a promise spoken without words, and for a moment, the world fades into nothing but him—his scent, his touch, and the soft sound of your name on his lips.  

“You’re dangerous,” he murmurs.  

“You love it.”  

He doesn’t deny it but only shakes his head a little, trying to hide the flush on his cheeks. 

You both eventually drift towards the checkered blanket that is set out just outside the small farm under the pleasant shade of a huge tree. The baskets, only half-filled, sit forgotten next to you. 

Jaehyun lies on his back, one arm tucked under his head, the other outstretched so you can rest against him. You trace lazy circles on his chest, watching the sunlight filter through the leaves above.  

“I wish summer lasted forever,” you sigh.

He turns his head to you. “I don’t. I like seasons.”  

You look up at him. “Why?”

“Because change is good,” he says thoughtfully. “It makes moments like this feel even more special.” 

He tells you as he looks into your eyes, his eyes carrying the weight of thousands of "I love you’s” in every language in the universe. 

You say nothing, afraid even a whisper might break the moment. Your heart is full—so full it hurts in the gentlest way—and all because he always, always knows how to hold you with his words.  

“Okay, philosopher,” you taunt playfully after a few moments, yet your voice is gentle and full of love. “Then what’s the lesson of this moment?”  

He hums, then rolls over so he’s hovering above you, his hands braced on either side of your head, the sunlight haloing him like something out of this world.  

“That I’m hopelessly in love with you,” he says, so simply it knocks the breath from your lungs. 

The words settle between you like petals on water, weightless but utterly consuming. You blink up at him, heart thundering as you hear those words for the first time. 

“Say it again,” you whisper. 

“I’m in love with you.” 

The way he says it—no nerves, no hesitation—makes you believe in everything. In forever. In strawberry flavoured kisses and holding hands in secret. Even in heart-shaped days and movie-like clichés. 

You believe in love as a quiet sanctuary, a place where hearts speak in glances and breaths catch in shared stillness. And in that moment, held in the softness of his voice, you understand love, his love, is not just an idea or a feeling; it is the very light that colours your world, the pulse beneath your skin, the forever you’ve always been waiting for. 

“I’m so in love with you too.”  

You admit before reaching up and pulling him down. As you put your lips to his, slow yet so sure. His hand slips to your waist, the other cradling your cheek, and you feel his smile against you before you see it.  

The kiss feels way more intense than any other you've shared before. The sweetness of his breath mixes with the beat of your heart, and it almost feels like your souls are in harmony as your lips move against each other so effortlessly.

When you part, noses brushing, you giggle. 

“We’re definitely not picking more strawberries, are we?” you ask, breathless from laughing, cheeks warm—not just from the sun, but from the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.  

He gives that slow, signature grin, eyes locked on yours, full of mischief and something softer—something that wraps around your heart before you even realise it.  

“Nope,” he says, dragging out the word just enough, ending it with that playful little pop that makes your stomach flutter and your thoughts scatter like petals in the wind.  

There’s a moment of silence. The breeze moves gently around you, the rustle of leaves above your heads almost too quiet to notice. It’s like the entire world has leaned in with you, holding its breath.  

Then he shifts, just slightly, leaning in a little closer—enough that the space between you crackles with something sweet and intimate.  

His voice deepens, low and smooth, each word drawn out like a whisper only you may hear.  

“But I’d say I’m doing pretty well at making your heart skip.”  

You try to smirk, to toss back something quick and clever, but your smile softens before it can turn sharp.  

“So full of yourself,” you murmur, voice shaky with how much you don’t mean it. He doesn’t back away. If anything, he leans in closer, like he’s reading the truth beneath your teasing.  

His thumb brushes lightly across your hand, lazy and deliberate, a casual touch that sends a quiet thrill dancing up your arm.  

“Maybe”, he says softly, the word barely more than a breath, “but I can feel it.”  

His fingers move, slow and careful, grazing just over the inside of your wrist—right where your pulse flutters beneath your skin, fast and helpless.  

“Right here.” Your breath catches in your throat. It’s a small touch. Barely anything. But it feels like everything.  

You don’t say anything. You don’t have to. It's clear as day.

His eyes stay on yours, searching, and then that smile returns, less cocky now, and more tender. Quiet. Like he’s just unravelled some part of you that you didn’t know was waiting to be seen.  

And he’s not teasing anymore. He doesn't say anything. He’s just holding the moment between you like something fragile and full of light.   

Like it matters.  

Because it does.  

Because you do. 

With a shy giggle, you tuck your head into the crook of his neck, letting your fingers trace the curve of his shoulder. Because you can't deny his words, not when it's the truth.

His skin is warm, his heartbeat steady and close. The sun continues its slow descent as it colours the sky with hints of amber and pink.  

At some point, he begins humming again—some old summer tune, half-forgotten and beautiful—and you hum along, eyes fluttering shut as the cicadas sing and the breeze whispers through the trees. 

In that moment, you realise that you've got everything you've ever wanted— a world wrapped in strawberries, bathed in sunlight, and held together by him. 

®️ morningsunandnightsky, 2025.

[quandledlngle69]

TW: kinda objectification, dumbification, unknown polygamy (cheating if you squint), drinking, fem!reader wears tube top and skirts, reader is a bimbo and oblivious.

How Alexis Ness bagged someone like you is a mystery to his team.

The first time they see you is when he brings you as a plus–one to a post–match celebration. Your an absolute doll, you pad over in kitten heels, your tits one bounce away from slipping out of the baby pink tube top you were wearing. You had to keep shimmying down your matching pleated mini skirt every few steps, otherwise the bottom of your asscheeks would be out on display.

And your hanging off Ness's arm, clinging to him like a kitten, and none of his teammates can believe it.

As you draw closer to the group, your standing behind Ness as if your as shy as a butterfly, a anxious but polite smile on your face. Ness looks more like a obedient puppy by your side then anything. When Ness then nervously introduces you as his girlfriend, theres just shocked silence. Then it's a explosion of jumbled questions and statements.

Your bubbly, a bit shy at first but social, and the sweetest thing here.

Ness states that you've been dating for almost ten months, and how he kept it a deathly secret–especially from Kaiser–was the brain twister.

Kaiser–you learn, surrounded you as the rest of the team drag Ness to get questions that are still unanswered, out of him. As you guys talk, you notice how overwhelming Kaiser's charisma and how intimidating his presence is–but he's so charming! You didn't understand Ness's concern and hesitance of finally showing you off to his team, mostly his best friend. He asks you how you met Ness, if he's been treating you well, all the works.

You tell Kaiser how much praise and good words Ness gives about him to you, and how you couldn't wait to meet Ness's best friend.

Kaiser chuckles at your words, and you don't notice how he makes eye contact with Ness across the room, a look Ness knows all to well, and it makes him go slightly pale before looking back at your unknowing figure.

You spend the rest of the night at the bar, sandwiched in between the both of them, your arm still around Ness's bicep as you ramble in your conversation with Kaiser. He casually buys you your strawberry mojito, patting your head and almost smoothing your hair down, calling you adorable for trying to pay for your own drink.

You get why Ness complains about how many girls are constantly trying to get on to his best friend, he's handsome, charming, tall and generous. It kinda makes you nervous how long his sharp cerulean eyes can keep eye contact for, he nods to everything you say, and huffs with amusement at your little jokes. What you don't know, is the subtle flirty comments he throws that flys right over your dumb little head, the lingering touches and lips whispering in your ear you take for being friendly, or the flash of a glance he gives to Ness every now and again.

You tell them both your going to the toilet, and you hop off the barstool, giving Ness a quick peck on the cheek; but not before Kaiser helps you pull your short skirt down, his fingertips lingering a heartbeat longer then they should, leaving a searing heat on your skin. You chalk it up to him being polite, just helping innocently, before your off.

When you come back, your boyfriends silent, completely red in the face with what almost seems like...embarrassment? Kaiser distracts you, a hand finding itself on your bare waist, making your head tilt up to look at him, doe–eyes waiting and curious.

"You must be tired from tonight schatz, Ness and I have a hotel reservation not to far from here."

You nod with that sweet glossy smile of yours, pulling Ness to come back so you can kick these heels off your sore, aching feet and–

You three walk out of the club, and your oblivious to the way Ness tenses up as a crowned hand rested on the back of his neck, not doing anything, just–there. Showing, reminding, telling.

Ness is a stray dog, and your hands aren't the only ones feeding him.

Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

A little bit of Ness (and Kaiser) content as its Ness's birthday today <3

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][enemies to lovers][msub][femdom][humiliation][degrading][praise][sex with the door open][backdoor handjob][cowgirl][choking][not the kind you're thinking][whiny man][ruined orgasms][edging][gooch teasing][drooling]

You don't know why he's the most aggravating person you've ever come across. You barely even understand why he makes your skin crawl whenever he gives you that charming grin that has the corners of his eyes creasing in that boyish way that it does.

But God, do you wanna punch Wally in the throat.

You're pretty sure that it's because Wally wouldn't know a boundary if it looked him in his bare eye sockets. Frequently tossing his laundry in with yours, randomly rifling through your shit as he tries to find one of those strawberry sheet face masks that you stock up on and it's not farfetched to say that you could contemplate murder when Wally brushes past you, wearing the last ultra-rejuvenating mask with snail slime.

The mask itself is icky but the results is so not icky.

So you have to sit across from Wally at the briefing table while his skin glistens like that of a newborn baby's, invisible pores and glass skin. His hair frames his face so prettily, his T-shirt stretched tautly over his chest and he reclines in his seat, and you watch the fabric stretch even tighter.

It would be sexy.

If it wasn't one of your baggy and worn sleeping tops.

The bear on the front is a dead giveaway, the peeling image stares at you with pity as your hands clutch at the edge of the table. And you clear your throat.

"Wallace." You say his name with venom, your lips pursed so tightly because you know that with one wrong breath taken, you'll spring across this table and Wally just might not be fast enough.

"Yeah cutie?"

The nickname only makes you angrier. The way the words roll off his tongue. That exact same tongue that peeks out between his incisors when he smiles after pissing you off, the way his lips curl and furl with each syllable.

Looking at Wally is making you wanna choke him with his own chain.

"Why are you wearing my shirt?"

The others have already started to dissipate, filing out of the briefing room with wary glances towards the scene behind them because they know that there's no way Wally will speak that won't make you even madder.

"All my shirts are in the wash." He hums, rolling his broad shoulders as he relaxes even further in his seat, emerald eyes sparkling as he regards you.

"You know, you should really do your laundry. We're both running out of clothes."

And that's exactly what has you lunging across the table, scrambling like a cat scrambles towards prey and your manicured hands find purchase around his muscular neck, fingers pressing against his windpipe and you shake him violently.

"What—. Is—. Your—. Problem—. You. Cock. Sucking. Assh—..."

You're cut off when you see the way Wally looks up at you.

Like a fucking golden retriever waiting for a treat.

Staring up at you through his lashes, his glass skin even more aggravating up close because goddammit, that's supposed to be YOUR glass skin.

Muscular hands find your hips, thumbs brushing at the protruding bone through the fabric and you feel his throat bob beneath your palms.

And your heartbeat damn near goes erratic when Wally rocks his seat back, resting it on two legs and you slide further down his muscular thighs, finding purchase atop his rock hard and... Tangibly pulsing cock.

"Keep choking me, I'm almost there." He breathes out, face flushing with the lack of oxygen to his brain and you nearly screech, pulling your hands back and eagerly moving off Wally's lap.

"You're a sick, sick man, West!" You hiss, from the doorway because you needed to maximise the distance between you two, and fast. You point at him with an accusing finger, before storming off to your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

If Wally wants to play games, you'll play them right back at him.

It starts small.

You're walking around wearing T-shirts that could be mistaken for yours, but he knows.

Wally knows.

That stain at the edge of the shirt would never last so long if it was yours, you'd have either cropped the shirt or even bleached it. But you're wearing it.

You're wearing him.

And God, he just wants to wear you.

"You've gotta be fucking with me." Wally groans, eyes narrowed with the faintest hint of annoyance as he watches you trot into the shared kitchen, his T-shirt tucked into the front of band of your bra because the air conditioning is out and it's admittedly almost as hot as Jason Todd manspreading while reading a book.

But that's not what bothers him.

It's the boxers you're wearing as shorts. The waistband reading his name, because of course he labels his underwear and God, he's glad he does.

Because nothing has him harder than the sight of his name, just above the cleft of your ass and when you turn around?

Wally's jaw clenches at the sight of his name just above your mound, fabric so snug against you that if he looks hard enough, he can watch the way your pretty pussy forces the stretchy material to fit you like a glove.

The threads cling to you like a second skin and he's never been happier to know that he's the only one who'll be seeing the sight of you.

In his shirt, and his boxers, eating his Chinese takeout. Because God, he can't even be mad because watching your lips wrap around the chopsticks have his hands fisting.

"Why are you wearing my clothes?"

Wally can barely push the words past his lips, his eyes focused on the way the shirt's fabric moves, ever so often brushing against your chest and showing off the silhouettes of pretty, pebbled nipples.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" You question with a snort, gaze lowering to Wally's torso where he's wearing a cropped shirt that reads, 'OnlyFans' and has just... A bunch of ceiling fans on it.

"You're wearing my crop top, for fucks sake."

"It fits me better." Wally defends and painfully, he's right. A perfect, trim waist, a toned abdomen with sculpted abs and a V-line that runs deeper than generational trauma.

"You look like a slut." You mock, eyes narrowed as you take a step forward, staring up at Wally through your lashes, your lips curled into a distasteful frown.

"No, you do." He retorts. "Walking around with your ass out like some kind of Jezebel hussy."

"You're a slut."

"No, you're the slut."

"No you're the slut."

"Nuh uh, you are."

"I—I'm your sl—...fuck, keep doing that..."

Muscular hands fist at the sheets, and Wally's forehead moves to rest against the soft, silky pillow, his muscular thighs twitching with each stroke you gave his weepy cock.

He's had handjobs before.

But not like this.

Not on his hands and knees, thighs spread like he's ready to take something up the ass while you tease his cock, small hand wrapping so limply around his base, your grip gradually increasing as you get to the tip, only for you to repeat the cycle.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

"Please, please... Please, just let me come..."

Wally begs softly, his voice cracking and his gaze flitting between the slightly ajar door of your room, and the foggy reflection of you in the mirror-y ornament on your bedside table.

A cute little disco ball that judged him.

"Hm? What? What did you call yourself, Wally?" You hum. You're teasing Wally to the max, stroking him at your own pace, enjoying the way his hips twitch in ways that are so, so invisible but you feel whenever his cock rocks against your palm at a pace you didn't set. You occasionally trail a teasing finger down the seam of his balls, pressing soft and wet digits against his perineum just to watch him squirm.

"I— mmhf...— I said I'm your little slut...—" Wally gasps when his hips twitch, slowly and gradually fucking your hand.

Your grip isn't nearly as tight as what he'd usually feel but less is more when hands are as soft as yours.

The lines of your palm feels good against the sensitive skin of his tip, his expression so fucked out as he rests against the pillow. Back arched like a fucking slide, his cheek against the pillow and drooling the tiniest bit as he stares at you with hazy green eyes.

"I'm your dirty l— little whore..."

Wally can barely see straight, not when you're looking at him the way you are.

So proud of his obedience and he gasps, letting out a shaky breath.

"Can I...— fuck, can I come, please?"

Wally looks at you over his shoulder, eyes bleary from one too many ruined orgasms. And you hum, one of your manicured hands brushing over the plush globes of Wally's ass before nodding your head.

"Mhm." You hum sweetly, tugging him just a bit faster, veins throbbing against your palm and the wet slick sounds are so loud, bouncing off the walls of your room. "And say 'thank you'."

Wally's body shakes when he comes. Arms giving out and his face buried in your pillow as he takes those unsteady breaths, inhaling the scent of your lingering shampoo and smell, clinging to the cotton fabric of the pillowcase and the sheets. His hands claw at the sheets, hips bucking as cum spurts from his flushed tip, dripping down onto a puddle between his knees.

"You okay?" You hum softly, watching as Wally makes use of his shaky limbs, turning to rest back against the headboard, his chest heaving and his eyes hazy.

"Mff...—mhm..." Wally nods his head, parting full, spit-glistened lips to suck on your manicured fingers, green eyes lowered to where your fingers tug your panties to the side, pretty pussy glistening with wetness and his tongue swirls around your digits.

And Wally whines, his hands moving to rest on your hips, eyes locked on the sight of where his pretty, flushed tip leaks beads of pearly cum brushing against your folds before notching at your slit.

"Eyes on me."

Wally follows your command, lashes fluttering as he looks at your face.

You're so fucking pretty.

Your lashes are so dark and so long, the way your teeth presses into your bottom lip as you slowly slide down his cock, brows twitching when you feel the way he stretches your tight, gummy walls and fuck, you're snug.

"You're... So... —hah— tight..." Wally's lashes flutter, his lips wrapped around your fingers and his hands gripping your hips tightly and his eyes roll back when he feels his cock twitch.

You're so warm.

And so wet.

And so... So mean.

When your hips roll against his, so roughly and your free hand moves to rest on his chest, right above the golden lightning bolt charm of his chain.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me come..."

Wally mewls, fingers digging into the fat of your hips while he watches your squelchy cunt swallow him and spit him back out with each move of your hips.

"Only good boys get to come, Wally." You smile softly, leaning forward to brush your lips against the curve of his neck, smelling the sweaty salt of his musk, cock twitching against your walls. "Are you a good boy, Wally?"

And he pants.

"Yeah..." He huffs. "Yeah, I am. I'm your good boy..."

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[simp4jungwonn]

Spoiled

Pairing: idol bf Jay x reader

Warning:smut,cursing (MDNI)

The city lights glittered on the streets below Jay’s penthouse balcony. You stepped inside, heart still pounding from the night’s splendor. He had orchestrated the perfect evening: a private rooftop dinner with your favorite caviar and vintage champagne, followed by a spontaneous late‑night shopping spree. Each time you paused at a price tag, Jay would brush a stray hair from your face and murmur, “You deserve it,” before handing the salesperson his black card.

Now, in the foyer, you kicked off your heels and leaned into Jay’s arms. His chest felt warm and solid under your fingertips, his shirt soft against your cheek. He pressed a slow kiss to your forehead, the scent of his cologne settling around you.

“You like being spoiled, don’t you?” Jay asked,his voice soft.

You tilted your head back to meet his eyes “Only if it’s by you.”

He chuckled, the sound low and satisfied. He laced his fingers through yours and guided you past the imported marble floors into the bedroom. A path of red rose petals drifted across the floor, leading to the bed. On the nightstand, a silver tray held your favorite treats: pastel macarons, dark chocolate, dusty truffles, and plump strawberries beside a bowl of whipped cream. Jay’s thoughtfulness warmed your very core.

Silk lingerie, deep burgundy lace trimmed with gold laid across the foot of the bed. The soft glow of candles flickered in the corners. Jay watched you take it all in, a slow grin spreading across his lips.

“Made everything tonight just for you.”

You swallowed, your chest tightening with affection and something more. One by one, he kicked off his shoes, his feet bare on the cold floor. He unzipped his pants in one motion, hips tilting as his pants slid to the floor. His boxers followed, revealing a thick, hard length that already ached with desire.

You pressed your palm to his waist, pushing him back gently until he stood at the foot of the bed, muscles flexing under the dim light. He cupped your face in both hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and captured your lips in a kiss that tasted of champagne and anticipation.

Breaking the kiss, he traced a finger down your jaw to your collarbone. One hand unzipped your dress and took it off, You shivered as he tugged your panties down your legs until the lace pooled at your ankles. Jay admired you for a long, slow moment, skin glowing, curves framed against silken sheets. His eyes darkened with hunger.

He lowered himself to his knees in front of you, lips hovering over your inner thigh. Each kiss, each gentle suck, sent sparks through your nerve endings. You let out a soft gasp when his lips reached your core, his warm breath fanning your sensitive folds. His tongue flicked out, tasting you, teasing you with feather‑light strokes that made you arch for more.

Simultaneously, his fingers pressed inside you, two curling to find that perfect spot while his thumb swirled your clit in steady circles. You gripped the sheets, nails grazing the silk, as tension coiled inside you. He held you there, worshiping your body with his mouth and fingers until your legs trembled and your vision was blurry.

When you came, it was a bright, shattering release waves of heat that rippled through you as your walls clenched around his fingers. He hummed in satisfaction, then rose slowly, gathering you into his arms. “You taste so good.” He complimented softly

You pressed a kiss to his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his heartbeat under your lips.

He grinned and paused only to admire you, then guided you down onto the bed. You lay back, legs parted as an invitation, he climbed on top. His lean body pressed against yours, his hips aligning at your entrance. He braced himself with arms on either side of your head, forehead resting against your own.

“do I spoil you enough?” He asked looking deep into your eyes.

Your breath hitched. “More than enough.”

And that did it for him, he sank in, slow, deliberate, then pulled back until only the head remained. You stared at him, as he shared your gaze. Then he thrust in deep, and you cried out, fingers tangling in his hair.

His thrusts were long, strong, controlled, giving you time to savor the sensation of being filled by him. You lifted your hips to meet him, grinding into each stroke until his moans joined yours. He bent to kiss your collarbone, teeth grazing lightly.

“Fuck you’re so perfect.” He growled

He pulled out and slammed back in harder, faster. The bed creaked joining the sounds of skin on skin and your moans. His hands dug into your hips,

“Don’t stop.” You cried out

And he didn’t. His pace became more urgent, Then, with one final, bone‑deep thrust and a harsh whisper of your name, he followed you over the edge.

His release was hot and pulsing, filling you up. You dug your nails into his back, savoring the sensation of him so fully inside you, and shuddered through your second climax.

Exhausted and spent, he collapsed on top of you, arms coiling around your waist, forehead resting on your shoulder. The trail of rose petals, the silk lingerie, the half‑eaten strawberries it all blurred into the soft haze of afterglow. Your bodies pressed together, hearts racing in sync.

He smiled, capturing your lips in one last, tender kiss.

[thezombieprostitute]

You're new in town and the sheriff stops by to tell your how things work around his county

Too Easy

Summary: Sheriff Bodecker gets up close and personal with a single woman moving into his county.

Warnings: Assault, Corrupt cops, Implied violence, Sexism. Please let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.

Lee licks his lips as he watches you get the last box from your truck. The neighborly thing to do would be helping you, but he likes watching your curves as you move and bend over. Wouldn't be too neighborly showing up to help with an obvious hard-on.

He'd heard the little house on Knox Rd had sold and was surprised to learn it was bought by a lady. The realtor said it seemed like you were fresh from a divorce. Lee huffed. With a body like yours, you must've been cut loose for your personality. No moving company, no help? You're probably one of them "independent women" types.

He'll teach you better.

For now, he'll let you get settled. Once he gets over the shock of how pretty you are and how much he wants his hands on those hips of yours.

About a week later, Lee knows he's got you figured out. He's been watching you like a hawk and learning all about you.

You're as sweet as you look, getting along well with just about everyone. He almost pulled his gun on the young Arvin fella when he shook your hand. Lee's got it bad for you and he knows it. If he wasn't already married he'd pick you up in a heartbeat. As it is, he's looking forward to getting the benefits without the hassle of a wedding.

The fact you live alone almost makes it too easy for him. Good thing he's never had a problem with taking the easy way. Besides, he can be nice, if you'll let him.

There's a knock at your door and you rush from the kitchen with a cheerful, "who is it?"

"Sheriff Bodecker, ma'am."

You open the door with a small frown that brings out the cutest lines in your face. "Can I help you, Sheriff?"

"We got some reports about Ol' Bob doin' a bit o' thievin'." He lays the accent on thick to get you to lower your guard thinking he's just a good ol' boy.

"Oh no!" your hand flies to your face in concern.

"Bein' new in town you're more'n likely to be a victim," he explains, leaving out the fact that there is no Ol' Bob. "Do ya mind if'n I check to make sure your place is secure? I'd hate to have him take somethin' precious o' yours."

"Of course, Sheriff! What do you need from me?"

"With yer permission I'll check the locks on these here doors and windows. Did ya have 'em changed before movin' in?"

A look of concern crosses your features. "No, I...I didn't think to!"

"Well fer now I'll go ahead and check 'em. But tomorrow you best be headin' to Billy and Ralph's hardware to get some replacements. I'll even come by and make sure to help you install 'em properly."

"Thank you, Sheriff, but you won't need to do that. I'm pretty handy."

Lee fights the irritation he feels at your comments. Just as figured, you're an "independent" type. He's gonna have to fix that.

"May I still come in an' check on your windows?"

"Oh, yes! Of course!" You smile widely as you gesture for him to enter.

"Thank you," he nods, smiling at how easy you're making all of this.

He makes a good show of checking some of the windows, giving himself a better idea as to the layout of the little house. He can't have you hiding from him when he's hungry for a rendezvous.

Your kitchen is smelling heavenly, he thinks. It's a damn shame you're not looking for a man, you'd be getting all the good, and bad, men courting you. But since you'd rather be all alone, he gets to treat you like a whore.

"You mind me askin' what your cooking? Smells divine," he praises, getting you to walk closer to the counter.

"Oh, it's just a strawberry pie," you coo. "Though it is about time to get it out of the oven."

Lee steps away as you put on some oven mitts and bend over to get the pie. He licks his lips and readies himself.

As soon as you close the oven door and set down the pie, Lee pulls back his arm and smacks your ass. You let out a yelp and turn to him, eyes full of confusion and fear.

"You've got quite the peach," he purrs. "Been wanting to get my hands on it since you moved in."

"Sh-sh-sheriff, that's not--"

He crowds closer to, pushing your back into the counter.

"Not what, darlin'?"

"Not...not right! You're the sheriff!"

"Which means I'm the man in charge," he replies. "I get to choose which rules get enforced and which ones can be ignored, and by which people."

"But...but..."

He chuckles coldly. "And ain't nobody gonna believe you, either. An outsider to the community? A woman living on her own? They'll be marching you through town with a scarlet A on your chest."

"I...I can go above your head!" you argue, tears forming in your eyes. "State police, FBI, even!"

"Even if they would listen, you'd never get to 'em before my boys get to you, hurt you badly, and leave your body where no one will find it."

"Your deputies are in on it?" you gasp.

He laughs, "not them. People much worse than them. Ruthless people who, if you're nice for them, will give you a quick death instead of a slow one at their hotel with them other girls."

A sob escapes your lips and Lee starts fondling your breasts.

"And damn you'd make those O'Donovan boys a lot of money."

"O'Donovan? The...they run the Heavenly Rest?"

"They're the ones. And they get one notice from me that you're trouble, they will make you wish for death."

"Roger that!" you shout, making him pause long enough for you to headbutt him.

Lee staggers back a few steps before charging towards you, ready to hit back. You easily dodge the blow and head towards the front door, Lee giving chase.

The second he steps outside, though, he's greeted by a couple of State Police vehicles. Some of them with open doors and officers pointing guns at him.

He angrily raises his hands in surrender.

The tallest officer steps forward and Lee recognizes him.

"Captain Rogers," he spits. "Fucking golden boy. Since when do you send innocent women to do your dirty work?"

"The Detective here was only too happy to sign up," he shrugs. "And I can't argue with the results. She even got you to give up your partners."

Lee's eyes furrow in confusion for a moment before turning into rage. "Recording device?"

"Yup," Rogers confirms. "We were expecting this to take a lot longer but, lucky for us, you're too easy."

Tagging: @alicedopey; @blacksilks; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @iwudbutnah; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly

[noircheols]

choi seungcheol 𖧷 kisses are always promises

🌷 (no ordinary love) ⸺ ❛❛ a love story for people who deserve peace of mind and torment themselves for being unable to give others the same. ❜❜

PREFACE. it's no shock that life is unpredictable. it's why you put so much effort into being the only stable, perfect, thing in your parent's lives. but as they grow old, good thing you have a trick up your sleeve to ward them off! it involve dancing around the truth and and the cute guy you matched with on a dating app!

INCLUDES. fake dating, fluff, angst

WARNINGS. suggestive, food, cursing, nobody is a good person, kissing, this is really poorly written tbh (i was so tired from midterms but realized i had to still do this uhhhh), pet name (just one= sweetheart), theres an insta post where the reader is femme/pale PLEASE TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT i couldnt find anything gender neutral

WORD COUNT. 4020

AUTHOR'S NOTE. first installment of the valentines event!! thank you to all the kind words shared when the event mlist was shared. im so sorry for the delay, i had a ton of midterms <///3

TAGLIST. @jjjjeonww @shirebusking @shinwonderful @tokitosun @unlikelysublimekryptonite @wonkierideul @flwrshwa @syluslittlecrows @macapunoz @paradiseoflosers @seokmn

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NETWORKS. @kstrucknet

🌷 ⸺ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘

What do men want?

On dates, specifically.

Was it an outfit which left nothing to the imagination? Or was it a shiny new car? A cheque to buy a PlayStation? How about a romantic dinner date with the candles flickering? Or would they prefer a simple night in with take-out and watching Love is Blind?

Luckily, you knew what men wanted. Well, more like what just one man wanted. You zoomed in on his profile picture. Choi Seungcheol, the name read. That was the beauty of dating apps, people weirdly feel more comfortable sharing their interests and what they wanted with random strangers online as opposed to physical people.

You don't know how you two matched. You both had graduated from the same business school and fawned over your bubble tea orders. You liked matcha and cheese foam with regular pearls, and he liked strawberry coconut milk tea with cherry-flavoured popping pearls. You smiled at the thought of somebody with such a serious vibe enjoying a treat like that. You both frequented the same gym, although you preferred the stairmaster and he liked cable machines.

He was also cute, but you don't wanna come off as shallow.

After a week of back-and-forth flirting (which had you squealing into your pillow and throwing your phone at the wall) on your dating app's chatroom, Seungcheol insisted that you two meet. You had him hooked, and that was just you talking through a screen.

Seungcheol, on the other side of the screen, couldn't lie that he started biting his nails once he hit send on a simple text finally asking you out. Was he rushing things!? Normally people wait for a month at least before meeting somebody in person, and he has had a bad habit of rushing into love—

YOU: i would love to!! let's meet at 3:30 pm next friday! i get off work early by then :3

As relief washed over him, Seungcheol’s eyes crinkled from happiness. He never smiled this much in person for his other dates, what's wrong with him!?

Unfortunately for him, you had other plans.

3:30 PM on Friday arrived dreadfully slow. You counted down the seconds— there were 315,000 of them exactly and felt your heartbeat pick up the pace after every "Mississippi" that followed.

You weren't just nervous because of being with an attractive man, but nervous for other reasons you couldn't bring to tell him over text. You had an issue. Something you never could have believed impacted you.

Growing up, you had a perfect relationship with your parents (as long as you upheld their standards). It was smooth sailing, and that peace of mind you gave your parents was the most important thing to you. You found that when things were stable, things were quiet. That gave you peace of mind. Stability was all you yearned for, but that stability was placed under threat since last month.

"When will you find somebody?"

It initially started as a simple question Each question earned the same response: "Later". It didn't bother you because it was the same as being asked "How are you doing" over the phone. But then came all your friends getting engaged.

Suddenly everybody started pestering you. Every single time your parents met up with you, the conversation would always morph into a lecture on finding a husband.

It was after a long night of arguing at dinner that you succumbed to an advertisement on TikTok and downloaded a dating app. Who were you to ignore your parent's wishes, especially if it meant they would go back to being quiet?

It was that reason which led to you sitting at a cafe a seat right by the window. 

Opening your phone, you check the time. It was 3:25 PM. You made sure you arrived at least five minutes early to prepare what you would say. The February sun filtered through the cafe and bounced off your phone's screen. You opened your notes app and checked off your steps.

☑ STEP ONE: Find the perfect man.

☑ STEP TWO: Flirt with him and organize a date.

You notice a familiar man walking towards the cafe with pouty lips and thick eyebrows that meet your gaze. God, he looked even cuter in real life. In his hands were a bouquet of pink tulips. Why did he have to be so perfect?

Seungcheol's face changed into a giddy grin, and he waved at you. Waving was a simple gesture, but the way his eyes glittered made your stomach turn inside out. Seungcheol entered the cafe, the door softly creaking behind him. When he thinks deeper about it, he realizes it's the first moment you two shared outside of your phone screen. A simple gesture which marked the beginning of a new relationship. Would this be the first wave of many?

"I remember you said you liked receiving flowers." he started, handing you the bouquet. Your eyes glimmered as you let out a shy thank you.

"I can't believe you remembered!" You gushed over the bouquet, gently fiddling with the pastel pink petals. "I sent that text at 2 AM, I would think you were half-asleep and didn't care,"

"Well, it's impossible to not care about you," Seungcheol scratched the small of his back, shifting eye contact so you couldn't look at his flustered expression. "I've never been to this cafe before." clearing his throat, he changed the topic.

You placed the flowers on the seat next to you where your office bag was. "Me too! It's such a disappointment because the cafe is just a couple of blocks from my office.”

Seungcheol scanned the QR code on the table and a tab popped up, showing various drinks and meals. "The menu says they use ceremonial grade matcha shipped straight from Japan too."

"Really? I made a mistake to not come here earlier then." You laughed. "But maybe it's a good thing we got to try this place together."

Surprisingly, Seungcheol was very shy off-screen. He sometimes stuttered and blushed when he complimented you. But that didn't stop him from making the most of this date. He was gentlemanly, offering to order for the two of you, and made sure to sneak in small compliments.

But there was a boiling point where you couldn't keep up with the banter and needed to expose your intentions.

"I'm just curious, what made you download a dating app in the first place?" You asked, taking your fork and prodding at the grilled salmon.

"Well, I..." Seungcheol froze mid-bite. "I got out of a relationship a year ago. Thought we were perfect for each other, but she didn't want to get married."

You knew how these stories progressed. "And you did?" he nodded. "I thought that maybe if I stuck with her long enough, she would change her mind."

Seungcheol gave a half-smile as he recalled the past. It was never meant to be from the start, but he was selfish enough to push through on something she never wanted.

"We ended things off on good terms. But, I'm getting older, and I just like having somebody to devote myself to." Your eyes softened as you looked at the man across from you, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

"I know it's stupid to find somebody who also wants the same as me through a dating app—"

"It's not." You cut him off. "There's no harm in trying." You reached out for his hand, gently swiping over his knuckles in a reassuring motion. Seungcheol couldn't shake off how soft your hands were. He knew he would go to bed wishing he was holding your hand instead of his pillows.

"What about you? Why did you download the app?"

Now for the next step.

☐ STEP THREE: Tell him the truth.

"I..." You struggled to find the words. "What's the nicest way of saying 'I wanna find somebody just so I can shut my parents up'?" You plastered an awkward smile. Seungcheol froze as you let go of his hand. You explained your situation to him as much as possible. "I normally don't do this kinda stuff, but here I am doing just that." The pleading tone in your voice was pathetic. No way would he help you.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Well, the algorithm doesn't necessarily put people who wanna get married to people who just wanna prove a point," Seungcheol paused, trying to process the situation. On one hand, he's convinced he met the perfect person and is ready to give everything up. On the other hand? That person is interested in just using him as a means to an end.

"I understand if you don't wanna help, but you're practically my parent's idea of a perfect son-in-law. I promise, once I convince them I'm dating somebody, they'll leave me alone!" You begged quietly, hoping nobody else in the cafe would hear you. "Once that happens, I'll leave you alone too. I'll do anything as payment! I can pay you—"

"No way." Seungcheol cut you off. "I'm not gonna let you pay me to pretend to be your boyfriend."

"Are you saying..?"

"I'll help." Seungcheol grinned softly, easing your anxiety. "I don't mind, as long as this doesn't get in the way of finding my actual soulmate instead of," he looked up at you. "My fake soulmate."

🌷 ⸺ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢

Most love affairs don’t start with contracts, but your alleged one with Seungcheol did. But before you could spread the “good news” of your managing to manipulate the cute guy you met off a dating app into a fake relationship.

The rest of your first date was spent deciding a common ground and learning each other’s boundaries.

Once you returned home, you emailed a Word document with various terms and conditions. The most striking and arguably most important were as listed below: 

1) Weekly meet-ups to devise our strategy. 2) No physical touching (i.e. kissing) 3) Can meet outside of dates as friends, but cannot go to each other’s apartments. 4) No money will be involved!! (courtesy of cheol) 5) We can see people outside of this. The contract will go void once we find other people (WHO WE ACTUALLY LOVE!)

The second you emailed the document, Seungcheol replied. 

Choi Seungcheol To: (YOU) Why are there 24 pages of this thing? what have i gotten myself into? 

You shyly smiled at the teasing, tucking your phone back into your bag. You had sent him schedules of calendar dates too, and organized every topic according to each hour. Strict schedules to provide a sense of comfort. Living life by a deadline was the proper way to live.

Seungcheol begged to differ, finding them rigid and inflexible. He just liked talking to you, and his charm managed to warp time.

You would forget the clock was even ticking, that you had a schedule, and why he was even here in the first place. It’s weird how you two share the same sense of humour, the same aspirations, almost everything. You two exchanged moments and didn't shy away from sensitive topics.

"Do you believe in love?" Seungcheol asked you over the phone one night. There was a dreamy tone that lingered in his voice.

"No." You curtly answered. "Lemme guess? You do." You smiled.

"Sorry for being a romantic." The man sarcastically responded, causing you to chuckle. "What's not to like about being in love?" You rolled your eyes. The experience of being in love was a horrible one, in your experience. And by experience, you mean what you had learned from never engaging in romance.

Your parents had always warded you off, saying that relationships were distracting because love was all you could think about. You had seen far too many examples of your friends suffering from every emotion when they were in love. Happiness, anger, fear, but never calm. You were fearful of the day you fell in love, and until now, never allowed yourself to date. Although, your relationship with Seungcheol is purely fake.

"That it will never be perfect." You snapped back. "Perfect love is the kind that makes you feel safe, where y'know that things will always be ok. But love keeps you awake at night and makes you worry. It's too much of a hassle." You cut yourself off before you could speak without thinking. But love feels perfect with you. You make me feel safe. "I don't think I'll ever find anybody that can make love feel perfect." Except for you.

Days fell into night, and then came the dreaded “goodbye”. You wish you could ask him to spend the night at your place, but you knew that would breach your contract. You already had him in an awkward position as your fake boyfriend, even if he claimed he was comfortable with that title.

You even posted him on Instagram. Soft-launching works wonders when it comes to sprouting rumours. You made sure to send Seungcheol all the screenshots of the DMs and comments you received on those posts. It made you feel like a giddy teenager again, pulling an elaborate scheme by dangling your new "boyfriend" in front of everybody.

But there was one thing you never told him. That it excited you to be in a relationship with him. But to fall for him would be an insult to him. How would he feel, knowing you were only interested in using him and the next Crushing, with a capital "c", on him?

So, for the sake of his peace, you decided internally to lie about your true feelings.

COMMENTS:

@/friend1: WHAT IS HAPPENING???

@/friend2: jokes on u im handsomer and richer

@/friend3: i always thought u were too much of a stuck-up to ever find a boyfriend....

@/friend4: heh.... and here i thought i was special to u. heh, guess u can't trust anybody these days. these huzz aint loyal 😭😭😡😡😡

@/friend5: WHO is the majestic shyt next to u 👁️

Wednesday arrived, and you had both decided to walk at a park after work. Children played on the nearby playground and you could hear faint barking accompanied by a "fetch!"

The first thing Seungcheol remarked was how he should have brought his puppy with him, and that he thought it was only fair that if you meet his son if he was gonna meet your parents.

“My parents are inviting us over for dinner next week!” You shared the good news. You both sat at a park bench, his hand resting on the backrest and just behind your shoulders. You could feel the heat radiate off of Cheol. He was close enough to make you aware of his presence, but far enough to make you yearn for more. “Do you remember everything I taught you?” 

“And checked the Quizlet you made me? Sadly, yes.” he chuckled. 

“My parents are going to love you! And then we can stop and just be friends!”

But was that really what you wanted? To just be friends? Seungcheol was endlessly attractive, and no matter what, was caring. You didn't feel anxious around him. If anything, you were being reeled into him. It was nothing like the anxiousness your friends had told you about with their lovers, but what if this was just a trap!? What if you were letting down your guard!?

"I dunno, I'm still pretty nervous at the idea of meeting them." Seungcheol's chest heaved. "The way you describe them makes them sound strict. Like they're sharks and can smell fear! Are you sure you're not just taking me to a shark tank and throwing away the key!?"

"Calm down!!" You console him. "My parents will love you! You're practically their type!"

"But we also have to convince them that I'm your type too!"

"That won't be too hard!"

"Oh yeah, why? 'Cause it's true?" Seungcheol turned to you and smirked. You stop talking, face growing warm. Seungcheol's eyes soften. "Is it true? That I'm your type?" He looked to you for reassurance. His eyes begged to know the truth.

"Yes." You shyly answered. He leaned in ever so slightly and gently cupped your face. Seungcheol realized what he was doing, and leapt back. You scooted closer to his embrace. "Do I make you nervous, Cheol?" The nickname sounded sweet from your mouth.

"How can I not be nervous, when you're so cute?" God, being your fake boyfriend was the hardest thing he's signed up for. It was harder than the night he crammed for his microeconomics final. It was harder than when he had to break up with his girlfriend. Then when he learned to cook for the first time.

But you were perfect, and his time was yours to spend, regardless of how difficult it is to compose the inner feelings ripping at the seams.

"Don't call me cute."

"Sorry."

"And don't say you're sorry."

"I'm—" Sorry. Seungcheol was cut off by his lips being met. The soft collision between his soft pouty lips against yours. He tasted the cherry lip balm you wore. Was it a detail you had deliberately made sure of? Was this all some game to you? Seungcheol welcomed your kiss, but you broke off the kiss. Short of breath, he spoke. "Did you—" "No. I didn't mean that. I don't know what overcame me." Your chest heaved, breathing heavily. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, I'm so sorry." Your tears threatened to spill. "I shouldn't have done that." You scurried away from him, fumbling over your bag and stumbling over your own feet. "Wait! Let's talk about it!"

He watched you disappear, and couldn't bring himself to look as you wiped away your tears. Your quiet sobs were drowned out by the laughter of children.

🌷 ⸺ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘

< MOM > such a shame that you are sick today. papa and i wish for you to get well soon!

Your phone pinged with a notification from your mother messaging you. You slammed your phone face down into the bed sandwiched your face between two pillows and groaned loudly.

A few seconds ago, you had sent an abrupt reason for cancelling dinner— that you were "sick." How could you tell them the truth? That you had ruined your chance with the only man you loved, and even loving him wasn't enough to lower your guard?

You had tried to ignore Seungcheol. On Insta, messages, even the god-forbidden dating app which brought you two together. You changed gyms so you didn't have to worry about running into him. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him and explain how horrible you were.

At the same time, you couldn't ignore him. His voice lingered in your mind. His presence stained every cafe and park you walked to, every dog photo you saw, every gym exercise, and most importantly, your apartment. There were explicit rules against letting the other into your respective homes. Something about it feels personal like you would feel like a real couple.

You hear your doorbell pierce through the stillness of your apartment. Your DoorDash order for Thai food must have arrived earlier than expected. Struggling to carry your limbs out of the bed and to your door, you slide the lock away and open the door.

"YOU WORK FOR DOORDASH!?"

Seungcheol stood right outside your door, holding a plastic bag. A quick peek inside revealed pre-made ramyun and orange juice.

"I came because your mom told me I'm sick." Cheol showed you the bag. Of course, your mother had found out about him and exchanged numbers.

"Well you're out of luck, I lied to her." You tried to ignore Seungcheol's presence. You wish you had the strength to slam the door on him, but the affection you felt for him prevented you from being cruel to him.

"We'd be lying to her even if you weren't sick and went to dinner," Seungcheol made his way inside and took out the ramyun packets on the counter. "Besides, I didn't want to ignore you if you were sick." A hint of warmth in his voice distracts you from the suddenness of his intrusion.

You clear your throat and close the door. Seungcheol fiddles with the stove's control panel to get the water hot enough.

"Our contract says you can't be in my apartment."

"Our contract also says no physical touch," Seungcheol plainly remarked, the sting of the kiss coming back once more. How were you going to tell him that you subconsciously touched your bottom lip to remember how soft he was?

"Touche."

Seungcheol switches the conversation topic. "Why didn't you call?" He didn't turn to you, but in the short span of knowing him, Seungcheol was trying his best not to seem weak.

"I thought you hated me."

"Y'know that's impossible for me to do," Seungcheol turns to you. "Pass me the scissors," you nod and quickly take a pair out of a drawer. Seungcheol takes the scissors and snips off the plastic. Even when you two aren't talking about much your chemistry is palpable. Those scissors you gave him probably would have broken in an attempt to cut the tension.

"I just, I feel so ashamed of using you," You sighed. "One second I wanna keep things professional, putting all my effort into a lame Word document slash contract. But the more I got to know you, it became harder to contain myself," You notice the ramyun is lacking spice, so you bring over a Buldak sauce bottle to squeeze in. "You're nothing like other guys in my life. You're dependable, I can trust you even when things go bad. Like now, you came to my apartment because you didn't wanna risk me being sick with nobody to take care of me."

"I like taking care of you."

You rolled your eyes and chopped up some spring onion to sprinkle in. "Sure you do!"

"I mean it!" He cracked a shy smile. Seungcheol didn't realize it, but he was currently re-enacting his dreams of domestic bliss with you by his side. "You wanna know why I said yes when you asked me this whole thing?" You nod. "I like you. I wanted an excuse to be with you. Even if we were gonna be just friends,"

"But I made you miserable in the process!" You raised your voice. "I was so desperate to make my parents happy I didn't take into consideration what you felt."

"And that's your biggest problem, sweetheart," Seungcheol finally got away from the pot and laid out two bowls. You took over and cracked an egg into the red broth. "You were so caught up in your whole desire to look perfect, to your parents, to me, that you forgot about yourself."

You feel a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and Seungcheol's face rests in the crook of your neck. "You never called because you were afraid you'd look stupid, right?"

"No," You shook your head, the spicy mixture wafting in your face and causing tears to prick. "I was worried because you make me feel safe. So safe I lose control. I'm not used to feeling safe, most of the time I focus on making others feel safe," Seungcheol kisses the tears that roll down your face. "You should have kissed me for longer,"

"I know." You laughed. "I should have made you my actual boyfriend,"

"It's not too late for that."

You wanted your relationship with Seungcheol to be true. Having somebody as reliable as him as your boyfriend? It would be a dream come true.

"The question is, do you want it to be my real boyfriend after how I treated you?" "Let's give it a shot. We did do well as a fake couple, so why not as a real one?" You took a spoonful of broth to Seungcheol's mouth and he gingerly slurped on it.

"I'll text my mom that dinner is on next week once we are done eating," You smiled from ear to ear. "Say, how would you like to stay the night?"

@noircheols do not copy or translate

[risuola]

V — SILENT PROMISE // Sukuna thought he won't bend, but the sight of you made him question himself.

contents: blood, usage of weapon, reader discretion is advised — 1,5k words

ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | masterlist

You were wet, your breath was heaving and your heartbeat rumbling in your head.

You were trembling.

Bleeding.

The red iron stung your eye, made your hair stuck to your temple and cheekbone. Pain pulsated, spreading its waves around your skull, focusing right where the wound was somewhere underneath the strands of your wet hair — a mark left by the grip of a gun that hit your head hard.

You coughed.

Yet another splash of ice-cold water hit you in the face and you weren’t ready. Again. Your clothes were soaked, sticking to your body in a harsh cocoon of fabric. Your light-blue t-shirt translucent against your skin, stained with blood that dripped from your face. You felt exposed, cold. It was humiliating, having all four of the men around you look and snort at every shiver that run down your spine. They seemed amused, they were amused to torture you.

Someone grabbed your hair, pulling the wet locks violently and forcing you to look up, to tilt your head back. Something sharp touched your neck, poking and prodding at your delicate flesh on the side of your throat.

“I don’t know anything,” you whimpered, before the question was asked once more. What do you know about Sukuna Ryomen? You heard that already twenty times and each of them was a little lower, a little more cruel, a little more violent.

Fact is, you couldn’t even recall how you got into the dimly lit room lined with cold concrete and furnished with steel. One moment you were heading home with a bag of snacks and the most gorgeous, most red strawberries you found in the store and in the next, you were here — tied up with the very same strawberry red running down your face.

The ropes were digging into your flesh, partially taking away the circulation and your hands felt numb, tied behind the backrest of a metal chair. You could feel your skin ripping underneath the roughly textured bounds, it stung every time you were yanked around or hit by someone. It wasn’t humane, you didn’t do anything, you shouldn’t be treated like that—

“I’m sure you can tell us something. Sooner, the better, princess.”

—but you were. The men around you were kind enough to explain the situation to you before the terror began. Apologized even, but they didn’t seem sorry when the first pain was inflicted on you. When they screamed and threatened, they didn’t seem sympathetic or regretful. No. It was pleasurable for them, you saw it in their eyes, on their faces. Pathetic joy that they got from torturing someone like you.

You felt the blade press its way into your skin and it stung. A hot drop of, what you only assumed was blood run down the side of your neck and along your collarbone, sinking finally into the ruined fabric of your blouse. The cut was shallow, you could tell as much, but it still sent yet another jolt of fear throughout your body. You felt your heart going wild inside your chest and you held your breath, afraid to move too much when the knife was that close to your throat.

“I really don’t know you fucking asshole!” You groaned the moment he took the weapon away. The stress and fatigue made you lose your temper but you were determined to not cry, no matter how much you wanted to and god knows you wanted to wail.

* * *

“Seeing something familiar?”

Sukuna felt in real time how the blood in his veins was turning into fire. Rage — indescribable and heavy — was taking over his thoughts and his muscles were twitching. His shoulders, up until now relaxed, squared up. His brows furrowed, a crease formed between them and the look of his eyes became cold and dreadful. Menacing.

“How unwise,” he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. The officer in front of him flinched, bending underneath the gruesome, unnerving aura that turned the air in the room into a thick substance, impossible to breathe in. Despite his best effort to hide his nerves, the droplets of sweat gave all away. Sukuna smiled, grinned in a way that’s thirsty, in a way that craves blood and pain. “You’re getting very nervous, detective.”

“Cooperate and all of that will soon be over,” the man said, struggling to hold the gaze of the criminal that’s now leaning towards him, asserting his nightmarish dominance over the situation.

“Oh, it will be over soon, but I doubt you’ll be happy with the results.”

“We predicted you might not be thrilled to see this girl interrogated, and—”

“That is what you call an interrogation? Beating a little girl? It seems like my ways of dealing with people are more humane than the ones of police.”

“Unfortunately, it’s the mean to an end. You are too valuable of a capture, it gave us a green light to use every method possible to get what we want from you and that includes torturing this hardly innocent little girl.”

Sukuna scoffed. Then laughed — the sound of it ominous and loud. His head tilted backwards and he leaned against the backrest. He knew how it worked; he used those very same methods to get what he needed in life. He threatened women, he threatened children but, in his etiquette, violence against those groups was forbidden. Fear, yes, but physical abuse not and he stood by those rules, enforcing them on his pawns. He used those methods because they were effective. Not a single man in love, not a single husband or father, stayed strong for long when a wife or a kid was on the line. They always bent.

Was he now one of those men who bend?

“A mean to an end, huh?”

“It’s either you or her. You can tell us what we want to know and she’ll be safe and sound, with no charges to her name. You can also keep up the stubborn and we’ll see how much she can take. If that doesn’t work, we can also put her to prison and, I assure you, she’ll be very popular over there. Female inmates love to play with newbies.”

Sukuna couldn’t imagine you being in jail. You were too fragile, too sensitive to be incarcerated, you belonged in silk and flowers, not steel and concrete. You deserved to be free and now they threatened to encage you? Very, very unwise.

* * *

“I didn’t cry, you know?”

“You’re one very, very brave kitten, are you not?” Sukuna cooed, holding you tight to his chest and kissing the torn skin around your wrists for the nth time. He’s got you in a cocoon of his own jacket, on the back seat of a black car driven by one of his pawns. You were tired, exhausted, but happy to see him, to feel him.

The praise made you giddy, his menacingly loving tone made your heart bang against your ribs despite there being no danger anymore. You still shivered due to your wet clothes but now it was somehow bearable. Now, with a large, mighty body next to you and callused hands gripping you tightly, the discomfort of wet clothing was just a nuisance. You were smiling, nuzzling into him, craving the touch you’ve been stripped off for way too long. Nearly three whole weeks you spent without seeing Sukuna, neglected of his warmth and once you saw him again, you realized that the constant of danger that followed him has got you hooked.

“I missed you,” you said into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin that poked through the metallic hint of blood and plain smell of soap he had to use while in jail. The jacket you had wrapped around your upper body carried his expensive perfume — rich and woody, smoky note of tobacco and vanilla. It was sexy, spicy with a touch of sweetness that you couldn’t get enough of.

“Me too, sweet thing, me too.”

Sukuna exhaled, allowing the tension away from his shoulders. Despite the crime he just committed — another one to his name — he felt at ease, because you were safe. The moment he saw, not more than an hour ago, the fear in your eyes; the moment one of the officers ripped your shirt open and used the knife to snap one of your bra straps, his patience snapped as well. It didn’t take him long to put down the detective that was assigned to him — headbutting him so hard he passed out cold. Once he undid the chains, he was out the door and searching for you, fighting his way through the officer-packed halls until your frame came into sight.

“Ryomen—” you gasped out, once your beautiful eyes landed on him and he could have sworn they glittered in the dim, dirty lights around. There was a cheer in your voice, a melody of joy and relief and at the moment he couldn’t care any less about the violence he was exuding. He needed the men around you down and you out of here. And he’s got you out quickly, carrying you in his arms and towards the car that waited for him.

That’s how he’s got you there, trembling against him but safe. Whilst kissing your wounds, he made silent promises to never let that happen again.

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[lqveharrington]

We Become We | L.M.

summary: You and Lucifer were both linked by an unknown force, but Lucifer acted upon it differently, thinking it meant nothing.

pairing: Archangel!Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim!Reader

includes: fluff, angst, Sera and Micheal being kind of mean, heartbreak, letting your heart decided what to do and not your mind. (I think that’s it, let me know if I missed any !)

a/n: i listened to this song at least 100 times the other day, it’s really good. i think it made me cry already based on how many tiktoks i’ve seen of it.

Since the Father in Heaven created you, you have always been more curious about the different angels he created. You were the second Seraphim created after Sera, so you witnessed the birth of many angels, except for the Archangels. You were introduced to one another as royalty, treating one another with such status.

However, you always caught the eyes of a certain Archangel. He was the second oldest of God’s children, much like how you were the second Seraphim. When you were introduced to one another, you instantly clicked. You always made sure to find him once a day, conversing on several topics about Earth and the Heavens.

“Luce, where’s the— Lucifer!” You grimace at the Archangel, watching him give you a teasing grin. “You’re not supposed to touch those until later tonight.”

“It’s not my fault you decided to break into the palace’s kitchens for a snack!” He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. You scrunch your nose at the action. “So formal all the time, beautiful.”

You roll your eyes as a smile etches its way to your lips, grabbing the strawberries from the fridge. “Just help me, you idiot.”

“Rude.” He bit into a strawberry, humming at the taste. “I was stating a fact.”

Nudging his shoulder, your wings ruffle at the words. “We have to go, Luce.”

“You really just came in here to get strawberries—?”

You both froze when you heard Gabriel and Sera’s voices coming through the other end of the kitchens, glancing at one another. Without another thought, you both run toward the back door, entering the palace gardens. You flinched when you heard Sera’s booming voice from the garden.

Lucifer pulled you by the waist, and softly pushed your back on a willow tree, covering your mouth when the wind speeds increased from his brother and your sister’s wings. Your eyes widened at the action, scanning his face as he looked behind you. You suddenly felt warm. From his hand holding your waist to the close proximity, you swear you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“Sorry, they were looking for the culprit.” He chuckled as he removed his hand from your mouth, his golden eyes meeting your eyes. “Are you alright?”

You nod, face still warm from his hand still around your waist. “You still have frosting on your cheek, Luce…”

“Oh?” He swiped with his tongue, making you giggle. “Did I get it?”

“No.” You lift your hand, gently wiping the frosting off. “There.”

Lucifer smiled at you, “Thank you, beautiful.”

Seconds passed as you whispered back a response, letting the silence encapsulate the both of you. Your eyes searched his gaze while he cupped your cheek, rubbing softly.

“Lucifer—“

“SAMAEL!” Micheal yelled for his twin, making the both of you separate.

Your cheeks flare at the situation, watching him press a kiss to your cheek as he walks backward.

“I have to go, beautiful. I’ll see you later.” He winks, pushing off the ground with his six wings.

You lean against the tree, hand clutched by your heart. He had you hooked with a single action, but at what cost?

I could never choose to love another…

Months had passed and the Father created new souls on Earth. He created human souls, which fueled both you and Lucifer’s curiosity. You both visited them once in a while, but unbeknownst to you, Lucifer would visit without you, having built a blooming relationship with the human soul Lilith.

“Micheal!” You caught up with your creator’s eldest child, shifting your weight on your feet when he gave you an annoyed look. “Sorry, but uh… Do you know where Luc—Samael is? He promised we would have a picnic in the palace gardens today.”

“He went down to Earth to speak with Lilith again.” The Archangel waved you off. “If you wish to speak to him—“

“I’ll just go down to Earth.” You purse your lips, wings fluffing at his tone.

Lucifer said he was going to meet up with you by the gardens earlier that morning, he promised you. Did he just forget? Your heart ached at the thought as you soared down from the Heavens toward the Garden of Eden. You always loved visiting Earth’s garden, smiling when you saw flourishing greenery.

You slowly landed by the waterfall you added with Lucifer, his laughter ringing through the air. The wildlife followed you as you made your way over to the sound, your smile brightening when you saw Lucifer’s figure.

“Lucifer!” You shout for him, but the water from the waterfall drowns out your calls. You swiftly moved past all the growing plants before you froze, your heart beating harder with each passing second you watched.

Lilith and Lucifer were in a relationship?

Your heart broke as they parted from the kiss, Lilith tilting her head when she saw you. The animals surrounding you rubbed their heads against your legs in hopes of bringing your attention away from the couple.

Suddenly, Lucifer whipped around, eyes widening at being caught. Especially by you. “Fuck, beautiful—“

“I have to go.” You murmur, wings pushing you away from them.

Tears cascaded down your face as you made it back to Heaven, letting yourself break down when reaching your room’s balcony. The Archangels and Sera heard your curses out to the angel who took your heart and crushed it, frowning at the thought of what you saw.

They soon figured out the cause of your heartbreak, meaning the Angelic Council needed to make a crucial decision about the souls. With you swaying the final decision.

Lucifer watched you from where he stood with Lilith, knowing you would never look his way ever again.

“The Angelic Council voted unanimously,” Sera spoke with a delicate voice, hidden poison underneath. “You are both sentenced to Hell, becoming fallen to those in Heaven.”

You refused to look up from the papers in front of you, listening intently to your sister’s words. The whispers in the back of your head get louder as you hear Lucifer protest…

“ENOUGH.” Sera boomed her voice in the room, making you flinch. “It will be effective immediately.”

Lucifer looks back toward you, finally meeting your eyes. And for the first time, he saw guilt and anger emitting from you. He knew you loved him, but thought it didn’t mean anything until now.

Maybe one day I can learn to love you, too…

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[tired-teacher-blog]

Strawberry and Cream

Characters : Fatgum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ FoodPlay/ Oral sex (fem receiving)/ Sexual Intercourse/ Tummy Bulge/ Size Difference/ Creampie/ One Shot.

Summary : A little fun surprise for your man after a long day's work proved to be pleasurable for both of you.

Notes : I cannot believe I haven't written anything in almost a month! But glad to be making a comeback with a little something for one of my favorite pro heroes on his birthday!

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

_ "Sir, is everything okay? I was saying that we'll handle it from here, you have done a remarkable job so leave the rest to us."

_ "Oh right! I'll be off then, good night." the hero responds awkwardly before waving at the officer who is already escorting the bloodied criminal to the police car.

It was just another day's work, peaceful, uneventful, and -frankly- almost boring if not for that petty thief pulling out a gun on a poor cashier who was just doing his job and minding his own business.

It was supposed to be a typical evening of him patrolling the streets and keeping the peace like he always does, but his mind is now whirling out of control thanks to that text you sent him moments ago.

He checks his phone once again, tilting his head to the side and biting down on his lip as his eyes follow the words on the screen.

"How about a tasty treat? I'll be a good girl and wait patiently for you to come home."

He scrolls down carefully to feast his eyes on the attached picture of you holding a can of whipped cream and a small plate of strawberries, while wearing one of his large tank tops that accentuated your cleavage beautifully as it barely hung on your smaller body.

It's enticing, you're enticing, being carelessly provocative to this sweet man despite knowing your effect on him is unfair, but he loves it.

He loves this side of you, the flirty playful one that gives him a chance to spoil you like he wishes to do, since feeling your stimulated body under the tips of his fingers and hearing your melodic whimpers as you reach a blissful release, have always been his true reward..

His smile widens as he finally reaches home, he opens the door hurriedly and examins the hallway with a feverish haste while calling out for you, "sweetheart I'm here! Where are you?"

_ "Welcome home Taishiro!" and there you are, a gleam in your eye as you jump in his ample chest for the usual warm hug that never fails to bring cheerful giggles out of you, "how was work this evening?"

Your teasing continues as you purposely ignore the throbbing stiffness in his pants to plant a quick kiss on the tip of his nose instead.

_ "Don't be mean!" his whine is muffled against your neck, picking you up with ease and marching straight to your bedroom, "I want my treat now."

You cling to him with a squeal leaving your throat, your heartbeat quickens and heat rises in your loins as you brace yourself for what's awaiting.

You sink into the soft bed where he places you gently, pulling him down with you and claiming his lips in the process. He kisses you hungrily while his big warm hands sneak under your shirt to hike the garment up and off of you, "oh, so this is the only thing you're wearing? I like that." he whispers sweetly while caressing your writhing body, swallowing greedily as you're left fully exposed to his flaming eyes.

He's careful not to crush you under his weight, but you're too aroused to care as you keep tugging at him in a desperate attempt to bring him closer.

His lips travel the expanse of your neck and chest, teeth nibbling on your heated skin as he growls impatiently the lower he moves.

From the corner of his eye, he notices the can of whipped cream and the delicious looking strawberries placed on the nightstand awaiting, a discovery that makes his cock twitch and mouth salivate in anticipation.

He leans back, an angelic smile brightening his face as he proceeds to remove his attire, gaze never leaving your flushed skin while stripping off every single article separating him from your restless frame, "I'm getting really hungry sweet face." he beams delightfully, nudging your legs further apart before picking up the can of whipped cream to squirt some into his mouth and lean in to share it with you.

The sweetness tantalizing your taste buds is intoxicating as he deepens the kiss, and a string of the melted treat dribbles down your chin in a voluptuous display.

_ "This isn't going to be enough for me." he whispers softly as he moves away from your glistening lips, taking a moment to relish your needy whimpers and greedy clutches begging for him to be closer.

_ "Taishiro!" your breath hitches and eyes widen when the cool snowy delight suddenly hits your perky teats as he covers the plumpness of your breasts, licking his lips and humming gleefully at the delicious view before him.

He dives in at once to devour your luscious mounds, running his tongue along your sweetened skin and sucking on the hard nipples like a starved puppy.

You dig your nails into his fleshy arms and arch off the bed as his mouth moves lower and lower, the stickiness on his lips smearing over your tummy to leave a lingering tacky feeling behind.

His tongue dips in your belly button teasingly, twirling around the twitching cranny while his hands caress your sides.

_ "Yummy," his chuckle resonates across the spacious room as he eyes you lovingly, arm reaching out to grab one of the forgotten strawberries before crashing it between his teeth, "it's good, but it would taste even better mixed with your juices."

His forwardness causes the brightest blush to appear on your cheeks and an electrifying warmth to spread throughout your whole body, it's amazing really— always has been, how his shameless words never cease to defy the innocent expression that's constantly present upon his features.

He picks up another fresh strawberry, running his tongue over the firm piece of fruit while guarding the same doting gaze as before, his other hand brushes gently against your waist and moves down to ghost over your fluttering cunt.

_ "Taishiro wait! What are you.." and a sudden moan cuts you off as it rips past your throat when he abruptly inserts a thick digit into your sensitive core.

_ "Relax gorgeous, this is going to be fun."

Your eyes— blurry and unfocused, follow the gleaming red as it joins the finger thrusting slowly within you, tipping your head back when the grainy fruit rubs on your slippery clit.

This foreign sensation is too stimulating to resist, kindling a raw thrill that invades your veins and pushes you closer to a certain high.

_ "See? I knew you'd like it." he smiles brightly as he utters, retrieving the coated strawberry to admire before popping it into his mouth and devouring it greedily.

_ "No! Why did you stop?" you whine and thrash in an almost comical way of protesting, you were on the verge of climaxing a moment ago, but his friskiness delayed your wish.

_ "Don't worry honey, this is far from over, the night is still young after all."

A wild tremble shakes you whole as he groans his words, and remnants of the sweetness he shared with you moments ago go down your throat as you swallow thickly. Your eyes are fixed on his raging cock, craving it sheathed within you instead of his teasing finger, but knowing all too well that you'll have to wait a bit longer for it to happen.

He picks up the can of cream again, shaking it lightly while offering you a suggestive smirk before pulling out his finger and spurting some over your cunt, an action that causes your thighs to tense up and a gasp to leave your throat when he swiftly positions your legs over his shoulders to engulf your pussy into his greedy maw.

He hums with bliss as his fat tongue laps up the thick melting sugariness and traces every dip and every angle with incredible care, one of his big hands darts out to encircle his veiny length while the other is reaching out to caress your contracting tummy.

His name moves past your lips in a broken whine, and your fingers thread through his soft golden hair as he delves deeper into your heat.

His strokes quicken around his shaft and his jiggly hips thrust erratically against the mattress, he's enjoying himself immensely, hearing your erotic whimpers and feeling your stimulated body under his brute strength are driving him closer to orgasming.

_ "Taishiro, not too deep please!" you yelp a plea as his tongue rams you faster, knowing all too well that you will not last much longer if this continues.

_ "I can't help it honey, you're too yummy for me to stop." he murmurs playfully, indulging in the sweetness exuding from you as he flicks his tongue up and down on your pulsating clit.

Your grip on his hair tightens and your blurry eyes squeeze shut as his words vibrate against you.

It's hard to hold on any longer and he knows it, he knows you well, understands your needs and desires and happily fulfills them each and every time, "I'm cumming! Taishiro don't stop!" and hearing you utter these words is music to his ears.

He does as instructed, ravishing you fervidly until you're spasming with intense pleasure that messes with you whole, and only halting when you finally fall limp underneath his persistence while pulling on his locks feebly.

Gasps for air, followed by satisfied sighs leave your throat and fill the already warm space surrounding you. Your eyes are finally focused and ears have stopped ringing just in time to hear him speak, "thank you for the delicious meal love, are you feeling alright?"

He sits up as he speaks, licking his lips and swallowing your essence with a content hmm before lowering your legs gently. His sweet smile is brightening his face again as he reaches out for another strawberry to pop into his mouth while awaiting your response.

_ "Kiss me Tai.." you're in a haze still, have barely comprehended his question while your eyes are fixed on the vibrant red disappearing behind his teeth.

He chuckles lively, running a tender touch along your sides and wrapping his plush arms around your waist before pulling you flush to his snuggly chest, "anything for you princess."

Remnants of the distinguished taste carried by your lover spread through your warm tongue as your lips mold sloppily together, addicting, intoxicating, an unusual mixture of fruit freshness and sultry slick.

His large hands ground your incredibly smaller body on top of him, holding and swaying you effortlessly like a ragdoll.

His long beefy cock rests proudly on your tummy, rubbing against you in a show of how deep he'll be sheathed inside you a moment later.

Your lonely cunt squeezes around nothing as warmth starts polling in the pit of your stomach again, your nails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders and arms, while your hips thrust lightly against him in a futile endeavour to feel him nearer.

_ "So you're ready for me babe?" his lips leave yours and slide down your chin, jaw, neck and collarbone, trailing butterfly kisses along the way and savoring the sweetness upon your skin.

_ "Yes Tai, please don't make me wait any longer." you whimper shamelessly, squeaky voice quivering and hot breath fanning over his face as it leaves you.

He smirks amusingly while helping you up on shaky knees and aligning his enormous shaft with your tiny expectant hole before lowering you on himself carefully.

_ "Fuck! I'm barely in and I'm already losing my mind," he hisses eagerly, almost painfully as your sopping walls squeeze him hard, "relax gorgeous, let's do it slowly."

It's taking everything in him not to plunge you roughly on his dick, but you're eager for more, you want him deep into your core where he belongs, if only he would allow you to take him all in already.

_ "Taishiro, I don't want it slow, please.." you claw at the large hands cradling your butt cheeks, rolling your hips impatiently while whimpering each word.

_ "As you wish princess."

Your eyes pop out of your head and your breath gets caught in your throat as he plants you mercilessly on his penis, the smooth head kissing your cervix with one single thrust before retrieving to the tip as he easily picks you up again.

His husky growls are mixed with your broken moans as he slams into your heat repeatedly, setting an unforgiving pace like you've requested.

_ "Would you look at that, I can clearly see myself moving inside you babe, can you feel me? Right here." his warm palm covers the bulge peering under your flesh, while the other engulfs your bum more securely to bounce you harder on the shaft reaching your gut.

_ "I can.. I can feel you so.. so deep inside." you place a shaky hand on top of his own as words leave your mouth in a slur, the thrilling sensation of his veiny cock rubbing against your insides is heavenly, a sensation that's building up gradually in every fiber of your being.

_ "You're so warm and tight, I want to fill you with everything I've got." he latches on to your neck as he groans, sucking on the soft skin right below your ear.

You can tell he's nearing his own release from the throbbing stiffness grazing your walls erratically, "do it Tai, cum inside me." you're close as well, striving to reach a blissful high together with him.

His long thick fingers slide down your belly and attain your tender clit, caressing the delicate cherry slowly while his thrusts maintain the same momentum.

A sudden gasp escapes you at the added stimulus, and a mumble of unintelligible utterances flow past your lips as the second wave of heat washes over your body and provokes an uncontrollable tremble that shakes you like a measly leaf in his titanic hold.

_ "That's it, that's my girl.. ah fuck! I'm cumming too.." the sound of his voice is rough, and his lunges are somehow harder and deeper than before.

You melt in his big chest and give in to the exhilarating sensation of being filled with his creamy seed, sloshing noises echo off the walls as he thrusts the overflowing semen back into your overstimulated core before finally coming to a halt with his cock still buried deep within you, "that.. was fun.." his eyes follow the half empty can of cream and the couple of strawberries left on the plate, while an innocent chuckle follows his words and a gentle kiss is placed on top of your head as you both strive to catch your breaths, "are you feeling well sweetheart?"

_ "Hmm yeah.. I'm tired though.. and sleepy." your eyes are slowly closing, and your body is already melting against his own.

You wish you could stay that way forever, in his affectionate embrace, safe, protected, and loved.

_ "You don't need to lift a finger gorgeous, I'll take care of everything."

[lostinlovingrevery]

Logan and fluffy things I like to imagine with him. Part 2: electric boogaloo

logan has a soft spot for animals. He wont go absolutely out of his way i think to interact with them, but definitely has a mutual respect for them.

that being said, going for a walk with Logan, and a stray kitten comes up and absolutely WILL NOT leave logan alone. It adores him, screaming and climbing his pants. You of course insist on taking it home and logan grumbles over it but doesnt argue

cue all the moments of "dad who didnt want animal in first place" with logan as he treats it like his literally baby. Its young and still needs milk, and lots of tlc.

you wake up to him missing from bed one night, crawling out in search of him and finding him in the kitchen- babytalking and cooing the little itty bity baby kitten hes holding in his arm (imagine. Tiny kitten. Logans beefy arms. 😍) and bottle feeding it.

he gets so embarrassed when you catch him.

making him laugh. Like really. He's so stoic sometimes. hes sarcastic and has a smart mouth and really funny himself but not much gets him going

but you tell him a joke . or maybe a funny story of something that happened to you, or a funny limerick whatever okay

and he LAUGHS

its the first time you ever heard him laugh, probably the first time you ever made him laugh that wasn't a small chuckle (say you're still new to each other)

His laugh is just so warm and boisterous. It's a real peek into the kind of person Logan can be if he's in the right enviornment

that big cute smile, his low voice. that loud laugh. I mean honestly

making him laugh so hard he's crying and its uncontrollable

thats right baby girl

anyway

Logan loves listening to your heartbeat

lies on your chest and listens to it beat away. it's grounding to him, a reminder you're still here with him

Either with the X-men, or with Wades gang, Logan slowly opening up and becoming more comfortable with people- purely because YOU'RE there.

your presence reassures him so much

feeding each other

its natural too. You're just at breakfast, lunch, or dinner. you take a fork of your food, or maybe your french fries, or whatever and immediately hold it up to his mouth and he just eats it without question

Feeding him fruits, or chocolates, or a charcuterie spread AH *sigh*

Leading to having a picnic with him. He's a little unsure at first. I think depending on the logan you're picturing, or at least when you meet him, he may have points where he gets shy about dates and stuff

a picnic is one of those things. planning food and a blanket and all and it really does sound nice to him. Too nice. It feels unnatural to him and he doesn't know how to behave, maybe he doesn't think he deserves to do something so...domestic, and soft

you of course argue that "yes logan, you deserve to do picnics too."

Once you actually get him out though, he'll eventually relax, lying on the blanket, on a nice breezy yet sunny day under a large tree, arms crossed behind his head as you feed him grapes and strawberries and blueberries

"Yeah, okay, I could get use to this"

planning other dates with logan. for awhile it's something you take initiative of. But then Logan surprises you. He got you tickets to see a broadway show you've been talking about for months.

since then logan starts pulling his weight with planning dates. he always enjoyed the dates esp in the beginning. he just wasn't used to it, used to meaninglyess flings and lonelines. Sitting and trying to get to know each other was hard for logan bc he struggled opening up

for you tho he does

in a setting with the x-men, they all are amazed how easily logan trusts you. Even as just friends.

you do whatever to him and he just accepts it. He doesn't flinch. or scoff. or tell you to fuck off (sorry Scott. i know you were just asking for the salt). He'll give you his witty and sarcastic remarks but they tend to be a lot nicer and sweeter

he looks at you with a softness they're all confused by

well except jean and charles, they both see what's going on in his head. it's sweet actually

ororo actually picks up on it pretty quickly too

Scotts the one who's just confused but prob bc he gets the most abuse

sorry again scott

okay, not really a logan fluff relationship but honestly logan and scott becoming semi friends? I feel like hard feelings and annoyances aside, they could really get along. I don't know much about Scotts character but i feel like they're both men who can be great leaders and genuinely care about their people. Logan and Scott putting aside differences and going out for a guys night at a bar. Maybe some other X-men join to, but Scott and Logan talk a lot

Meanwhile you, Jean, Ororo, and a few other girls have a girls night

Logan opening up to Scott about how he feels about you (you're still friends at this point), he doesn't outright say that he's scared to make a move, mainly because he's scared of hurting you in more ways than one

Scott gives him a pep talk, male bonding. of course they end the night insulting each other but on the bright note they seem to come to an understanding

Logan is a very attentive boyfriend. He may act aloof sometimes but he notices EVERYTHING. Don't be surprised that your birthday and christmas gifts are always exactly the things you wanted even if you hadn't told anyone you wanted them.

You're teaching a class and logan stops by to give you something. He gives you a kiss in front of the class without thinking, and they're all "Oooooo"ing and "Aaaw"ing over it. Logan tells them to grow up, (They're 5th graders logan)

imagine shopping together, and logan picks out clothes he thinks would be cute on you. He finds a pretty sundress and practically demands you to get it. Of course you do. He ADORES you in that sundress. His hands are never off you when you wear it

It awakens something in him and he starts buying you pretty clothes he wants to see you in. He knows your size by heart, he knows what materials you like and what you hate, and the colors you despise on you (even tho he thinks you look good in everything)

Kissing each space of his hands where the claws come out. It's a gesture of love and trust. Logans scared of you doing it, afraid he'd somehow lose control but you reassure him. Now he loves it, and it truly makes him think that maybe he isn't such a monster if you could love him like that

You do his laundry for him. It's not like he asked you or that he doesn't keep the laundry up himself, you just do it, acts of service being your love language and he comes home and finds you did it and hes kinda shook because like...wow? being taken care of? it was so simply. its just laundry. But damn

Speaking of, doing laundry together.

I want to do laundry with Worst! Logan, we go to some 24 hour laundromat. maybe just neighbors but you've been flirting with each other, and consider each other good friends, the implication of something more. You're laughing and you guys have the place to yourselves. Logan feels safer than he has in a long time with you. Maybe share your first kiss, at 1 am in the laundromat.

I like to think about late nights in your study with Trilogy Logan, he hangs out with you, he already has trouble sleeping, and just loves your sweet company. Your conversations turn deep, maybe you had a recent mission that turned rough, and it literally turns into a love confession by Logan. You return the feelings, and he asks "Are you sure about me?", and you respond to him with an eager kiss, your arms embracing each other in the way those old romantic movies when they kiss (I use to be so grossed out by those and now I would love nothing more *dreamy sigh*)

I want to comfort Old Man Logan, maybe he had a really bad day, and disappears. You get Caliban to watch Charles for the night while you search for him, and you find him at a bar he usually frequents. Hes gruff but polite and tells you to go home and go to bed, but you urge him to come back with you. Eventually you get him to agree to at least come walk with you down the streets. He doesn't know how, but you draw out of him his worries, his fears - and they mainly revolve around you, this sweet little thing who came into this fucked up life of his. You reassure him that you wouldn't want to be anywhere else, and you end up kissing him. He's shocked you like an old man like him, but...he'll take what he can get.

I want to be 70s DOFP Logan friend first, hes a menace, and he has fallen hopelessly in love with you. Much to your obliviousness, you think he's still a Casanova out in the bars- but hes spending his nights thinking about you. One night he has enough, and rides on his motorcycle down in the pouring rain and thunderstorm. He's at your doorstep and you open the door to this sopping wet creature and the first thing he says "I'm in love with you." with water dripping down his face. Then he pulls you into a searing kiss. (im writing a fic about this btw)

With Future DOFP Logan, he would meet you, a new professor at the school, and he's quickly taken aback. After some quite hellish adventures he's been on, you were a fresh breath of air for him. You both fall into something of relationship without realizing it- because it came so naturally. It's only one day you're talking to him, outside on the patio and he's smiling softly listening to you and he leans forward and pecks you on the lips. you look at him in surprise, before grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a real kiss

Origins! Logan takes you out on a romantic date, because he's classy like that. you share your first kiss over dinner, something sweet, and you could feel him smiling against your lips. He does it again after dinner, when he takes you home like a gentleman, you can feel his eagerness when he kisses you again, like he's trying to control himself, and he finally pulls away and wishes you goodnight (i mean, you're gonna have to invite him in)

97' Logan! He's giving you a pep talk after some bad shit went down on a mission, you feel like you could've done better, could've done more, even if everything you did do was enough. He's being unusually sweet and supportive and you leaned over and kissed him. You're surprised at yourself, but Logan isn't. He chuckles, telling you he gets it, he's irresistable, but then he kisses you again and can't stop (whos the irresistable one NOW Logan??)

I didn't mean for those to turn into first kisses prompts but enjoy. I have so many ideas of how first kisses with logan could go, these are just a few of many

pecking his cheek and his beard scratching your lips, but you actually really like how it feels

him rubbing and scratching his beard all over you to mess with you. It tickles but he's pinning you down and you're shrieking.

He keeps a picture of you on him at all times.

he loves hearing your stories. he wants to listen to you yap. he loves when you yap. even if it's useless stuff, the way you seem to enjoy and live life the way he never had before, he just can't get enough

helping him with his suit, you're zipping him up, but you press several kisses up his spine as you are zipping him. your lips sends shivers through him

helping him with a fancy suit. like suit and tie, (this would be cute for old man logan!). he's grumping and frumping about wearing it, but then you tell him how handsome he looks, and he smiles, and suddenly he's not so grumpy about it.

logan pressing soft kisses all over your face. bonus if it's after he hadn't seen you for awhile

okay but imagine after yall been together for awhile, maybe talking about getting a house together...

you guys "just look"

logan doesn't like anything. So he convinces charles to give him some land and goes and secretly builds a house for you. he recruits help from some others. he hires a designer to be able to get the parts he noticed you liked

you have NO idea. A year later, maybe 2, he brings you to it, and you're like "When did this house get here" and he tells you everything

logan definitely doesn't think things are "too much" when it comes to his devotion to you lets just say.

These are all i got for now! Keep an eye out for pt 3 :)

[mim16s]

A boring afternoon takes an exciting turn when Bucky invites you on a special ride. Surrounded by nature, amidst kisses, desires, and fantasies, you give in to an intense passion by a hidden lakeside. A moment that marks your body and soul.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, fingering, motorcycle sex

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You were lying in bed, supposedly watching some movie on TV. But the truth is that your eyes were just staring at the screen without absorbing anything; boredom was already taking over the room. Until the sudden glow of your phone broke the monotony.

“Hey, baby. There's a place I want to show you. Are you free?”

It was him. Your boyfriend. Just seeing his name on the notification made your heart race. You responded without hesitation:

“Yes, please. I'm dying of boredom.”

The reply came as quickly as your heartbeat.

“Twenty minutes and I'll be at your door. Wear something light.”

You almost jumped out of bed, ran to the shower, and within minutes, you were back in the room, wearing a short, light, delicate summer dress — subtly highlighting your curves with a gentle sweetness. Soon the doorbell rang. You grabbed your purse and opened the door. It was him.

— Hey, baby — said Bucky, with that irresistibly crooked smile, admiring you from head to toe. — You look stunning.

You responded with a sweet kiss, and even after your lips parted, his hand remained firmly on your waist.

— Where are you taking me? — you asked, looking into his eyes.

— I found an incredible place on my way to a mission... A field with a lake. I thought it would be perfect for spending an afternoon with my beautiful girl.

Your smile answered for you.

— Then let's go. I can't wait.

He carefully placed the helmet on you and got on the motorcycle. You held onto his waist, feeling the engine rumble beneath you. With every turn, every acceleration, you found yourself thinking how sexy he looked riding — tense muscles, focused gaze, mastery of the machine. He exuded power, and you just couldn't resist.

Upon arrival, you were breathless. The place was a hidden paradise, wildflowers spread across the field, a crystal-clear lake shimmering under the sun.

— It's beautiful, love — you whispered, enchanted by the scenery.

But he didn't take his eyes off you.

— Yeah, it’s really beautiful — he murmured, but clearly referring to you, not the field.

He laid a towel near the lake, not far from the motorcycle. He took some treats out of his backpack.

— You thought of everything... — you said, touched.

— Only the best for you — he replied, offering a strawberry, which you bit slowly.

You laid your head on his chest, exchanging kisses, laughter, and caresses while eating. Until you stood up, and he looked at you with a confused expression.

— Want to go for a swim? — you asked, pointing to the lake.

— Now? — he almost pouted, still wanting to stay close to you, you slightly laughed, finding it adorable.

— Just a little — you said, already sliding the dress off your body.

He froze. Your bra accentuated your breasts, and the lace panties hugged her curves. His arousal was instant.

— For you, love... always.

— If I had known that just taking my clothes off would make you obey me like this, I would’ve done it sooner — you teased, with a mischievous smile.

— I wouldn’t oppose — he replied, laughing, already taking off his shirt with hungry eyes on you.

In seconds, he was holding you in his arms, entering the lake. legs wrapped around your waist as his lips met yours once more. Deep, wet kisses full of desire. You played for a bit, swam, but soon you were back in his arms.

You pulled him closer, hands on his face, feeling his skin’s heat beneath the warm water.

— I’ve always dreamed of making love to you in a place like this — he murmured against your neck.

— Me too... Where I can scream your name loudly, without fear... Where I can show how well you fuck me — you whispered in his ear, making him moan just with your words.

— You drive me crazy...

He slid his hand under the water, inside your panties, finding your arousal effortlessly. He played with your clitoris while watching you with hungry eyes. You moaned loudly, his name escaping between sighs.

— Bucky... please...

His fingers entered you with firmness and precision. Each thrust made you twist. He knew you like no one else, knew exactly how to push you to the edge of the abyss.

— É isso, amor... deixa eu ouvir o quanto eu te faço sentir bem.

— I'm going to orgasm...

— Then come for me, baby...

The orgasm came like a wave, overwhelming. You fell apart in his arms, moaning loudly, your body trembling. He held you tight and got out of the water with you in his arms.

— What are you doing...? — You murmured, still breathless.

— You thought it would end here? I’m going to fulfill your dream... and fuck you right here.

words made you moan even more.

— If we’re talking about fulfilling dreams... why don’t you fuck me on your motorcycle? — The teasing came out as a mischievous whisper, loaded with desire. A wild smile appeared on his face, his eyes darkening.

— You know exactly how to get to me. — His hoarse voice vibrated like contained thunder. Without taking his eyes off you, he carried you to the motorcycle. — Let’s see how far your courage goes, baby. — He gently laid you on the seat, as if revering you even as he was about to destroy you. Sitting on the passenger seat, he didn’t waste time — aligned himself with your entrance, his eyes fixed on yours.

You were so wet, dripping with anticipation for him, for the secret fantasies now becoming real. When he started to sink into you, centimeter by centimeter, the world seemed to stop. Your body welcomed him with such eagerness, as if it had been molded exactly for this.

— Fuck… so perfect. You’re going to end me like this, baby. — He growled against your skin, gripping your waist firmly, his fingers marking territory. You knew those marks would stay and that you’d look at them with pride, remembering every second.

He buried himself completely, and you screamed, shamelessly. He was large, and every deep thrust made you lose your breath. He started slow, with a calculated rhythm, as if prolonging his pleasurable torture until he decided you could take more, and the pace changed. It was no longer slow — it was fierce. Each thrust seemed to reach your soul, drawing moans and pleas from your lips.

You had no doubt... you were being possessed as you had always dreamed — with the boldness of someone crazily desiring you, but also with the calm of someone wanting to savor every second. Bucky sank deep into you while holding you tighter, lifting one of your legs to his shoulder, going even deeper.

The motorcycle vibrated slightly beneath you, the hot leather contrasting with the cold breeze sweeping across the field, creating a contrast that made you even more sensitive.

— This pussy was made by the gods just for me. — He said between grunts, and all you could do was moan his name, as if it were a prayer.

His hips slapped yours with force and precision, his firm hand gripping your waist while the metal one explored your body, causing delicious shivers, discovering every inch as if rediscovering you. fingers dug into his arms when he hit that exact spot, the one that made your vision blur and your belly contract with anticipation.

— Look at this, love... see how well you take me. — Your eyes dropped to where your bodies connected, where he entered and withdrew from you, covered in your wetness.

— Bucky… Oh, Bucky… — your body trembled, your eyes rolling back from pleasure. He pulled you into his lap, reversing positions, and now it was you on top, but he still did most of the work, guiding your hips as if shaping your very downfall. The motorcycle trembled beneath you, but you cared little about anything but him.

You clung to his shoulders as if your life depended on it, pulling him even closer, even though you were already pressed together. He kissed you hungrily, as if wanting to possess your soul, and your moans mixed with his, echoing into the warm afternoon air.

— Okay, princess? Is it as good as you dreamed? — He asked, voice full of lust and tenderness, because even as he devoured you, he worshiped you.

— Y-yes... Oh, Bucky, yes… — you moaned, repeating the words like a sacred mantra, as if saying his name would keep you whole.

— Bucky... please, harder... — you begged, shamelessly, without filter, completely surrendered.

He obeyed. The thrusts grew more intense, their moans blending with the muffled sounds of nature around them. Their bodies collided in frantic harmony, hungry.

He leaned over you, his mouth finding your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin while whispering:

— Let’s try another position... what do you think? — He asked with a crooked smile, breathless, and you nodded urgently. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, still inside you, and dismounted from the motorcycle.

Only when he set you upright, feeling your trembling legs, did he step back. You whined at the loss, wanting him back.

— Relax, baby… — he whispered in your neck, kissing you before turning you around and placing your hands on the motorcycle, leaving you with your back to him.

You pushed your hips up, ready, surrendered. He lifted one of your legs and, with a single move, sank into you again. The thrusts now came rawer, faster, your bodies colliding with animalistic force. He moaned in your ear, saying how much he adored you, how perfect you were, and every word made you tighten around him even more.

You were on the verge of collapse, the second orgasm approaching with devastating force. He held you tight, expertly commanding your pleasure, pushing you to the edge multiple times.

— Bucky… I… I’m close… — you could barely form sentences.

— Come with me, love… — he said between uneven moans, and kept fucking you until you exploded together. Your body gave out the moment he came inside you, filling you completely. He held you before you collapsed, wrapping his arms around you with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of what you had just done.

— My God, love... this definitely won’t be the last time I fuck you on the motorcycle. — He kissed you with raw, real passion. A kiss that said everything words couldn’t.

[morningsunandnightsky]

@bluedbliss Thank you💓!! This comment is the reason I'm already working on 3 new pieces. Your support never goes unnoticed, and it makes me so so happy every time

[hotluncheddie]

For the @steddie-spooktober day 30 prompt : ‘Where in the hell did you find that costume?’

rated: M | cw: none | tags: vampire!Steve Harrington, chubby Eddie Munson, blood drinking, established relationship, d/s undertones, hand feeding

Inspired by @scoops-aboy86 ‘s little AU that u can read here !!! :3c

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‘Where in the hell did you find that costume?’ Eddie asks, stepping out of the green room bathroom with his eyeliner smudged just the way he likes.

‘What? It’s funny.’ Steve says from the doorway, having just finished a final perimeter check of the venue. He does a little 180, showing off his yellow and navy letterman and blue jeans, dressed just like Michael J Fox in Teen Wolf.

‘Yeah it’s funny, but when did you even have the time to shop?’ Eddie asks, picking at the table of snacks, popping a mini muffin in his mouth.

Steve tracks the movement. ‘Oh you know, I just called around a couple stores, had them put it aside for me and then sent someone to get it as part of your rider. Rockstar boyfriend perks.’ He shrugs, closing a locking the door. He can hear the stage hands in the distance setting up, they have time.

He hears Eddie’s heartbeat increase slightly too. ‘What are you dressed as?’ He asks, stalking slowly closer, setting his sunglasses on the coffee table.

‘A vampires latest victim.’ Eddie wiggles his eyebrows, finishing a donut. He’s in a sleeveless black mesh shirt, tattoos and round pink nipples on display, and wide leg, high waisted slacks that hug his thick waist in way that makes Steve’s mouth water. Every so often a tabloid will get a shot of Eddie and say something about his weight, the industry not used to a rockstar that isn’t heroin thin. After something like that Eddie always makes a point of showing more skin on stage, letting the people know how proud he is of his body.

After all, it keeps Steve alive. Perfect and plump as it is. Eddie needs to keep his strength up, to be able to handle Steve’s appetite.

Eddie’s sucking strawberry juice from his fingers and Steve can’t take it anymore. In an instant he’s across the room and crowding Eddie against the wall, having picked up a brownie on the way.

‘Vampires victim? So you need me to help complete your costume right? Give the kids a real show out there.’ Steve says, holding the treat just out of reach.

‘Stevie.’ Eddie slurs, opening his mouth, pupils growing. Steve feels his own flower shaped ones unfurl slightly at the soft pink of Eddie’s tongue, at the rushing of his blood.

‘Open up baby.’ He says, one hand wrapped possessively around Eddie’s chubby hip. ‘I know you want the adrenaline rush for the stage, little junky, but you know the rules, food first.’ Steve whispers, lips on Eddie’s cheek as he feeds the brownie into his panting mouth.

Eddie whines, chewing and writhing under Steve’s hands, baring his neck.

‘You’re more than just a victim though aren’t you?’ Steve murmurs, picking Eddie up easily and walking them over to the couch. Laying Eddie down beneath him.

‘Victim.’ Steve kisses Eddie’s temple, his cheek and over his sweet sugar coated lips. ‘Slave.’ Down his soft jaw. ‘Pet.’ Over the tense muscle of his neck. ‘Dearest love.’ Steve breaths deep feeling his fangs grow. ‘Soulmate.’ He bites; sweet molten blood flooding his tongue. They moan in unison, Steve drinking and laving and sucking. Eddie whining and thrusting below him, into Steve’s strong thigh, pinned and used and panting with pleasure.

Steve drinks his fill, licking over the wound to close it but keeping two little red puncture wounds and kissing the red mess around to really finish Eddie’s costume.

‘Fuck. I need, uh, well.’ Eddie babbles, still blissed out and Steve giggles at the faint blush across his cheeks. Even after all these years Eddie’s still gets shy about how much he likes Steve doing that.

‘I have clean underwater in my bag baby, like always.’ Steve says, kissing Eddie’s lips and rising off him.

Eddie hums and closes his eyes. Steve listens to Eddie’s heartbeat slowly descend as he rummages around for tissues and boxers. Coming back to the couch to help Eddie sit and undoing his pants for him. Any part of aftercare has always been Steve’s favourite, all of it just made easier with his powers. More easily in tune, stronger, faster.

‘Want another treat before you go out there?’ Steve asks.

Eddie blinks slowly at him, dopey little smile on his face. He nods and Steve laughs as he brings another brownie to Eddie’s lips, rubbing his palm in gentle circles over his stomach.

‘Showtime baby.’ Steve says, hearing the stagehand calling for the other members at the end of the hallway, on their way to Eddie’s changing room. ‘Ready to melt their faces?’

Eddie giggles. Blinking hard and holding his hand out for Steve to help him to his feet. He kisses Steve long and filthy until the door opens and he’s called to stage.

‘You better still have your costume on when I’m done. It’s hot.’ Eddie says. waltzing out the door.

Steve listens to the steady thrum of his loves heartbeat all through the show. Counting down the minutes until he can get Eddie under him again.

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This is my last post for the steddie spooktober!! Ty so much to everyone who has read and interacted!!!!

It’s been a feat and I can’t believe it’s over, but it really gave me something fun to focus on this month! which has helped me deal with the stresses in my life immensely. Ty so much @steddie-spooktober for hosting! Mwah!

[thaliagrayce]

Jason was headed to the Big House when he caught sight of Nico leading a trio of terrified-looking twelve-year-olds to where Mrs O’Leary lay napping in the strawberry fields. It had been Nico’s idea to introduce some of the younger campers to monsters in what passed as a safe environment. He’d argued that Mrs O’Leary could be a great tool for teaching, and for making the kids less likely to panic when they first met monsters in the wild.

Nico looked more and more relaxed as the group got closer to Mrs O’Leary. She lifted her head to give a sniff, and Nico went straight to her and leaned on her sun-warmed flank. Jason always liked watching Nico interact with her. He looked so much more at ease around the hellhound than he did around most campers.

“Spending a lot of time with him recently, huh?

Jason did not jump. It took effort. Leo had materialized on his left, and he was looking at Jason as if he expected a response.

“Yeah,” Jason said once his heartbeat had returned to normal. “Nico’s really cool, once he gets comfortable around you.”

“Hm.” Leo squinted into the fall sunshine to where an Ares kids had tentatively held her hand up for Mrs O’Leary to smell. It was going well until Mrs O’Leary sneezed, and the kid flinched hard enough to fall on her butt.

Jason could almost hear Nico’s laughter from here, if he focused hard enough. He felt himself smiling in response.

“Should I be, like, nervous?”

Blinking, Jason turned back to Leo. “What?”

“Di Angelo isn’t trying to replace me or anything, right?”

Jason snorted. “Of course not.”

“You sure? He looks like a man who’s gunning for the Jason Grace Best Friend title belt,” Leo joked. Jason rolled his eyes at him. Nico looked like a boy who needed to lean on his SUV-sized dog to stay upright when he laughed.

“Aw, come on. You know it’s not the same.”

“How?!” Leo’s tone was light, so he was probably teasing, but Jason still had a hard time differentiating sometimes. Leo was good at hiding his real hurt behind jokes, but he also told a lot of jokes with no substance to them. Whatever raised a reaction. Jason wasn’t sure how serious he should treat this line of questioning.

“I don’t know, it just isn’t. We mess around a lot, right? I’m usually nicer to Nico—”

“So what I’m hearing is it’s different because you treat him better! I’m too late!” Leo cried out, finally pulling free a wire from the walkie talkie he’d been messing with. He flashed a grin at Jason, showing off the disemboweled gadget.

Teasing, then. Jason felt himself relax.

“You wouldn’t want me to be nicer and you know it. Besides, we both know you can take it.”

“And Nico can’t?” Leo was already turning his attention back to the walkie talkie.

“It’s not that, it’s more like…” In the field, Nico reached out his hand to the kid who’d stayed in the back of the group up until now. Even from this far away, the kid looked scared. Nico supported them as they walked up to Mrs O’Leary, though. He held their hand through something that had obviously scared them. It was such a Nico gesture, Jason couldn’t help but smiling.

“He could take it, sure, but he shouldn’t have to. He deserves to be treated gently.”

There was silence for a while, and Jason only really became aware of it when Leo slowly leaned forward into his field of vision. His eyebrows had made a migration toward his hairline, and they didn’t look like they were dropping anytime soon. Jason thought back over what he’d said and blushed. When had he started looking at Nico again, anyway? He turned away from the strawberry field to look at Leo full on.

“Dude,” Leo said.

“Shut up.”

“I was joking before, but like, now I’m not sure. Do I legit have to be worried you like him better?”

“I don’t like him better, I just like him different. It’s totally normal.”

It was true, too. Even more than he’d even realized when he said it. Friendship with Nico didn’t feel like any other friendship he’d ever had. It was… quiet. Intense. It felt charged, but relaxing at the same time. It was contradictory and almost addicting, Jason couldn’t really describe it. He caught himself before his eyes drifted back to the strawberry fields and made himself focus on Leo, who looked dubious to the point of being borderline offensive.

“Different, or—”

“Different,” Jason insisted. “Just like I like you and Piper different. Not better or worse, just… Different.”

Come to think about it, though…

“Sure fuckin' hope you like me and Piper different,” Leo grumbled. “You’re my bro, but I don’t want you pulling your Loverboy moves on me. I mean…” Leo kept going, but Jason was too busy spiraling to pay attention.

He’d said he liked Leo and Piper different, but did he? The way he felt about Leo was a lot closer to the way he felt about Piper than it was to what he felt for Nico, if he stopped to think about. Remarkably similar, really. His palms started to sweat.

Oh gods, he thought. Do I have a crush on Leo?

[deepestnightcolor]

Hi :3

Got a little request,

How do you think Harveys 4th heart event would have ended if there was a bit more steamy tension?

ᴀ/ɴ: And we are back in the doctor's office! It is your lucky day, dear anon, because the doctor's in! I hope you can enjoy this little smut, love! Thank you so much for your time and your request!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Harvey (SDV) x Fem!Reader

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ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: medical misconduct (again! :D), seductive reader, dirty talk, praise kink (figure out who has the praise kink, haha), oral (afab!receiving)

☾ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ☽

Genuine surprise could be seen on his face when he saw you, his moustache twitching nervously. “Oh! I was just about- about-“ He stumbled as he tried to stand from his rolling chair, which promptly betrayed him by scooting backward with his abrupt movement. He cleared his throat, and finally, he dared to look at you again. “I was just about to write you a letter so I could…So I could remind you of your check-up, you know…Because your health is important.”

You smiled at Harvey – wasn’t he just so cute? Always so worried about the whole community, and ever since you had begun growing closer, it seemed he was especially worried about you. It made you want to bite into him; it made you want to have him bite into you. The idea of getting this professional, genuinely good-hearted man in such lewd positions made your heart skip a beat, and an idea pop into your head.

Visiting Harvey today had been nothing but a mere coincidence, but now you were sitting on the stool in front of the doctor, allowing him to measure your pulse on your outstretched arm. Him hovering over you like this made your mouth water. You could see the focused look on his face as he felt your heartbeat, his lower lip dragged between his teeth. You wondered how he looked when he got to taste you. Wondered how his tongue would feel against your clit when his hands on you already felt so, so soft.

“Your pulse is a little high,” Harvey suddenly mused, brow cocked. He was obviously waiting for you to give him a reason for how that could be. As if he didn’t know what he was doing to you. “Oh, I think that’s because…,” you began, licking over your lips right after, which led your doctor to tilt his head. “Because?” “Because I am imagining how you would look between my legs.” Silence. Harvey’s eyes stared down at you, cheeks of a flustered red colour. His mouth was open, as he tried to find the right words. It seemed he was frozen, giving you enough time to act. You placed your hand on his chest, letting your thumb trace a pattern into the softness of his dress shirt. Fluttering your lashes at him, you gave him a gentle sigh. “I simply think you would look so pretty between my legs…That you would treat me so well.” Your words were laced with dramatics, coated in honey to make him cave. The brunet’s lower lip was quivering, his eyes wandering from your hands to your chest, down to your cushy soft thighs. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, pressing their pads to the inside of your arm. “Seems like your pulse is a little high now…” you trailed off, biting your lip. “Are you thinking about what’s beneath my skirt?” His mouth was still hanging open, so you leaned back on your chair, flipping the fabric of your skirt upwards. The panties you were wearing were nothing short of skimpy, cute little strawberries trying to cover the fact that you left pretty much nothing up for imagination. He could see your outer lips through the white, especially now that your sweet juices had leaked on the fabric. His tongue darted out, to wetten his lips, pretending that his mouth wasn’t as dry as the desert. “You could taste it, Harv. Have it all for yourself, how does that sound?” You felt his pulse pounding under your finger now, his cheeks almost radiating heat with how red they were. He didn’t answer you, he instead took off his dress jacket, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his strong arms.  He dropped to his knees before you could say something, tugging the unnecessary piece of underwear down your thighs, neatly folding them before he put them to the side. Your breath hitched when a gentle kiss was pressed to your lips, before the tip of a tongue gently, carefully parted them open. The low moan that came from between your soft thighs bled into your own, the feeling of the wet muscle against your skin sending a shock of excitement down your spine.

“That’s good, isn’t it? Pretty face up my pussy, right where it belongs.” You heard how he inhaled deeply, felt how he nuzzled his face further into your pretty cunt, felt his moustache brushing against you. Your thighs twitched against his ears, and Yoba, how Harvey wanted to worship you. Perfect, pretty, beautiful girl.

His tongue licked through your folds slowly in an attempt to savour all these sweet tastes that danced on it. His eyes were closed as far as you could see behind the fogged-up classes, but still, his face was one of pure delight.

“Taste so good,” he murmured, your cunt now obviously serving as a muffler for his voice. Your hand in his hair made him shiver, long fingers curling around waves of brown. You tugging him in closer was granted with great appraisal, the doctor moaned into you as his nose pressed against your sloppy cunt. You were so sweet on his tongue and with each lick, he knew he was becoming addicted.

“That’s a good boy,” you cooed, gasping as he sucked on you, lapping at you faster now. His eyes looked up at you in search of approval, making you chuckle quietly in between the rewarding moans that spilled out of your mouth. “You like- oh fuck, yes, my clit, lick my clit, good boy!” The brunet nodded eagerly, pressing the tip of his tongue against the bundle of nerves, then giving it one, flat lick, just to circle it and suckle on it.

Your head fell backward, eyes slipping closed as the man found a pace that made your cunt gush with wetness, your toes curling in your worn-out sneakers. “Yes! That’s good, Harvey- Ohhh, Yoba! Don’t stop! Come on, pretty boy, how ‘bout you fuck me with your fingers, too?”

Harvey, ever the good boy, didn’t need to be told twice. His finger burying itself knuckle-deep inside you made your world spin. Harvey’s green-brown eyes stared up at you, lips sealed around your clit, his finger fucking into you at a matching pace.

The way you moaned for him; praised him; it all made him so incredibly hard. With great shame, he realized that he was close himself; that there would be a wet spot forming at the front of his brown pants simply because your moans were so pretty and your cunt was so tasty.

Your breathing was starting to become laboured, working out of you in heavy, fast pushes. Harvey wouldn’t have needed his knowledge of the human body to know that you were getting close, seeing how your face was one of a pleasure-driven focus. He decided to be bold, adding a second finger to twist them inside of you, just to be rewarded by the bucking of your hips. Your fingers tightened in his hair, which led to his breath hitching in his throat.

“Yes, pretty boy! Gonna make me cum- fuck, don’t stop. Be good, don’t stop,” you rambled, holding the doctor’s face in place so you could grind against it. For a second, Harvey was overwhelmed, yet he wanted to please you. It was his duty to please you. He stuck out his tongue to catch whatever juices you could offer as you used his face to get off, bucking your hips aimlessly against the source of pleasure.

“Harvey!” You cried out, back arching in. You had an iron grip on him now, making sure there was no chance of escape as your orgasm flooded you. Your cunt gushed around his fingers, clit throbbing against his tongue as you gasped out his name. The whimper from beneath you was easily ignored in your bliss, especially given that Harvey was still fucking his fingers inside of you, taking you through your orgasm with the utmost care.

Only when you gently shoved him away did he actually stop licking and suckling at you, his face covered in your glistening wet. Drops had even been caught in his usually neatly combed moustache, which now was ruffled out of place.

You gave him a breathless smile, running your fingers through your hair. “Fuck…That was good, Harvey. So good,” you praised, allowing your eyes to slip close.

“Was it really?” His voice was barely above a whisper, eyes trained on the sloppy wetness he had left behind.

“It was… But I mean – we can always practice more,” you winked. You had underestimated Harvey the perfectionist, who spread your legs with the nudge of his shoulders, tongue already lapping up the mess he had created before you could stop him.

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my pretty wife

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Drew McIntyre x Reader

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅: no one

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff | comfort | Semi-Smut

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓: short drabble [requested by @wrestlinghistorywithkay ]

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

After a night of love, Drew makes sure his wife is cared for in every way — from a warm bath to sweet aftercare, gentle touches, whispered promises, and quiet cuddles. He reminds her just how much she means to him and that she deserves everything he has to give.

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

▸ implied smut

▸ fluff af

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You deserve the universe, not just the world.

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The hotel room was still buzzing with the warmth of their love — tangled sheets, slowed breaths, and the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air.

You laid against Drew’s bare chest, completely spent, feeling his heartbeat thrum under your ear. His hand stroked your hair slowly, his touch tender and grounding.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and whispered, “Stay here, mo bhean bhòidheach. I’ll be right back.”

You barely nodded, body too relaxed (and sore) to move, as Drew slipped out of bed.

Moments later, the sound of running water reached your ears, and soon after, the sweet, calming scent of your favorite bath soak filled the room.

He had remembered.

Of course he had.

Drew returned, scooping you up in his strong arms like you were weightless, murmuring against your hair, “Gonna treat you right, my love. Always.”

He placed you gently into the bath, kneeling beside the tub as you sank into the soothing warmth.

His fingers brushed your arm as he spoke softly about nothing and everything, never leaving your side.

When you emerged from the bath, wrapped snugly in a fluffy towel, Drew handed you a small plate of fruit and a bottle of sparkling water.

“You need your strength, love,” he teased, feeding you a strawberry with the most adoring look you’d ever seen.

After you ate a little, he guided you back to the bed.

He massaged your aching muscles, rubbing slow circles into your shoulders, hips, and thighs with warm lotion — easing every tender ache he had left behind.

Each touch was reverent, each kiss to your skin laced with unspoken devotion.

“You’re my whole world,” he whispered against your shoulder.

“You deserve the universe, not just the world.”

“I’ll spend my life making sure you know it.”

Later, wrapped up together in bed, his chest was your pillow, his arms your safe place.

His hand smoothed over your back in slow, lazy motions as you drifted toward sleep, the steady beat of his heart anchoring you.

You mumbled against his chest, “I love you more.”

He chuckled softly, kissing the top of your head.

“Impossible, mo chridhe,” Drew whispered, voice full of awe.

“Because you’re my heart.”

mo bhean bhòidheach - my beautiful wife

mo chridhe - my hearts