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sexlapis · 8 months ago

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✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭5 TIMES YOU SAT ON NANAMI’S LAP

── .✦ nanami kento x gn!reader

s4w, fluff, cuddling, teasing, petnames, hand feeding, ooc nanami, sitting on nanami’s lap

⤷ nanami’s lap is your favourite seat. luckily for you, he is fine with being your…chair.

based off this post

a/n: #needthat #wantthat #sexyman #hotguy

[_____] = your name

masterlists

1 - NAP TIME

The rain droplets pelleting on the living room windows is what wakes you up, along with the deep chuckle of thunder that follows shortly afterwards.

One second it was all sunny with bright skies and now, it is dim and dark, and the only light in the room emanates from the television.

You do not remember putting this show on. You don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, either.

“Oh, look who’s awake.”

You sit up and there Nanami is, sitting opposite you on the couch, in his comfortable loungewear.

“Hey, I was watching that…” You mumble tiredly. A yawn escapes you. You rub your eyes.

“You were asleep when I came back, you know.”

“Yeah but…” you trail off. “When did you even come back?”

“An hour ago. I was excited to get my ‘welcome home’ kiss but instead, here you were; fast asleep and snoring like a bear.”

“I do not snore like a bear!”

Nanami grins and rests his back on the couch. “Don’t I get my kiss now?”

“…You called me a bear.”

“No, I said you sounded-“”

“Yeah, whatever, that’s the same thing.”

“Well, not r-“”

He’s interrupted by your unexpected crawl across the couch and sitting in his lap, covering the both of you with a blanket.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

“Do i still get my kiss-“”

“Oh shut up.”

2 - OFFICE HOURS

A knock on his door shocks Nanami out of his focus. “Come in.”

His office door opens and you appear, wearing your baggy pyjamas and dragging a blanket across the floor.

“_____…I’ve told you that you don’t need to knock. You’re the only other person who lives here.”

“Yeah, but it seems rude to just barge in so…” you waddle towards his desk where he sits, papers scattered all over his desk, “What are you doing?”

“Just some paperwork. Nothing interesting.”

“Yes, I know that part.” You respond to his last two words. “There’s a calculator…”

He lets out an amused huff. “What brings you here then?”

You shrug. “‘M bored…wanted to see what you were doing.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think my paperwork will entertain you very much, baby.”

“Well…” You start. “I’m not exactly here for the paperwork…”

You’re now stood right beside Nanami and you peek at his empty lap.

Nanami notices. Nanami sighs.

He tucks out of his desk, just enough for his lap to be shown, and he only has to pat his thighs twice before your hopping right into it.

“Comfortable?” You shuffle in his lap, looking for the right position. It’s found, and you lean back to rest your back against his wide chest, blanket covering you legs.

“Yeah, I’m comfy.”

Nanami kisses your temple, and goes back to completing his work, which lulls you to sleep due to how absolutely boring it is.

3 - OVERTIME

Nanami heard keys fiddling with the door while he is on his laptop in the kitchen. He hears a loud, annoyed groan.

Must have been a long day for you.

Shoes are thrown onto the floor, along with your bag and your coat is flung onto the rack.

You trod to the doorway of the living room and Nanami’s sees how tired and disheveled you look.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You only respond with a grumble.

“Hard day?”

Another grumble from you.

“Do you want to tell me all about it?”

A jumpy grumble clambers out of your mouth as you dash over to him and plop down on his inviting lap.

“Ugh, Kenny…these people…”

He rubs circles on you back, gently coaxing the complaints out of you.

“They’re so…they’re just so stupid.”

Nanami can’t help but chuckle at your bluntness and your genuine sadness at your coworkers’s stupidity.

“Seriously, they are! And don’t even get me started on that damn boss.”

So Nanami listens to you rant about your dumb coworkers while he just relishes in having you sit in his lap.

4 - GATHERINGS

On the rare occasion that you and Nanami organise a friend and family gathering, this time in the form of a barbecue, it is a success.

More people than you were both expecting showed up and your backyard was filled with music, friends, family members, chatter, kids running around and the smell of mouth-watering, flavourful meat.

The gathering lasts from noon until late evening, at which most people have left and the only ones who still lingered were close friends.

“Kento.” You walked up to where he sat on the outdoor couch, speaking to one of his work colleagues whose name you have forgotten. Something beginning with a ‘H’, you think?

“Hey, sweetheart.” He pauses his conversation to talk to you. “Are you tired?”

You were tired. You had been preparing the food, offering the food, playing with the kids, speaking to guests and now you feel the weight of all your hard work.

“I did not expect that many people to show up…”

“No, me neither. You did a great job, baby.” He huffs with a shake of his head. He then spreads his legs, more than they already are. “Do you want to rest?”

You are in in lap before he even finishes his sentence. Seriously, he does not finish his sentence.

He smiles at your urgency, admiring how cute you look curled up in his lap, your cheek squished up against his chest.

He takes a knitted blanket and throws it over your body, protecting you from the slight chill in the night air.

Nanami continues to speak to his friend, quieter now that you’re here, and caresses the back of your neck.

5 - BREAKFAST

“Kento, I’m- what’s all this?”

After spending a short time searching for Nanami, you find him outside in your colourful, shared garden. He sits on the garden chair, and on the medium-sized round table is a well prepared, delectable breakfast.

“Hm? Oh. This is breakfast.”

“Breakfast? But Kenny, I-“” You look down at your phone, checking the time, “I have to get to work-“”

“Call in late.”

You frown. “But-“”

“It’s such a nice morning, isn’t it?” He looks to the sky, taking a sip of his tea before looking at you. “Spend it with me.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

It was warm outside with beams of sunlight peaking through the gaps of the blooming blossom tree Nanami is stationed under. A gentle breeze curled through the air, the harmonic birdsong twinkled in your ears and the aroma of sweet-scented pastries wafted under your nose.

It did not take much to convince you.

“Okay. I’ll stay, but remind me to leave in thirty minutes.”

Nanami exhales and smiles, all soft and tender. “I’m glad. Come here, take a seat.”

Your stomach rumbles as you walk to sit in the garden chair opposite Nanami. He stops you.

“Where are you going?”

“Uhm…to sit down?”

“Oh, no, no…come sit on Kento’s lap, sweetheart. I want you to try this danish pastry,” he breaks off a piece so you can have some, “it’s my mother’s recipe.”

Ignoring your heart skipping a beat at how he referred to himself, you sit on his thigh, and he wraps an arm around your hip. He holds the piece of pastry to your mouth.

“Try a piece.”

You open your mouth and allow him to place it on you tongue, you lips briefly touching his fingertips. You laugh a little, flustered as you chew on the sweet treat. He licks his fingertip, the same one your lips touched.

“Do you like it?”

“Hmm! It’s very sweet!” You are glad you said yes to this. Work could handle you being a little late.

“Good.” Nanami shuffles forward in his chair, bringing you closer to the table of food. He kisses your shoulder and runs his hands up and down your waist. “Come on, eat up. You have a long day ahead of you.”

Nanami did not remind you to leave in those thirty minutes.

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on-the-clear-blue · 11 months ago

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Dead Man's Diner pt 4

"THOSE FUCKING BITCHES SAM!" Danny shouted as he stormed into his apartment, slinging his backpack off by the door as he toes his shoes off.

Rounding the corner of the hallway, Danny was met with Tucker, shirtless with only a pair of plaid boxers on, staring at him with sleep glazed eyes, he had a box of cereal in one hand, and a bottle of oat milk in the other, raising the bottle in a salute, Tucker stuffed a handful of cereal into his mouth before taking a swig of the milk, holding up a hand to stop Danny from speaking as he chewed, only letting his hand fall before he spoke.

"What?"

"The Bats are fucking assholes!"

Tucker looked back at the bottle of oat milk, sighed and placed it back in the refrigerator, chucking the box of cereal on the counter, Tucker grabbed Danny by the shoulders.

"Of course they are Jerks Danny..." his grip tightened as he started to shake the Halfa, "I have ten deadlines and 5 missed calls, I really want to geek out right now about you meeting the local heroes but I really don't have the time, so yes, jerks, tell me about it later okay?"

Danny phased through the tough grip on his shoulders, letting out a giggle as he watched Tucker fumble as he no longer had someone to help steady himself, "I did yell specifically for Sam, Tuck so you can't get mad at me! Go huant the Wanyetech building, I know for sure those dudes are way more dead inside than I am!"

Getting a groan from his friend at his dead pun, Danny continued into the apartment, snatching Tuckers cereal box off the counter as he went to sit in the living room.

Spotting Sam typing something on a lap top, her big over the ear headphones blaring as he flops down next to her, which thankfully was enough for her to notice him.

Offering g the box of cereal to her, she sent him a tired smile as she slipped the head phones off and took some of the fruit flavored rings, "Hey there Deadstuff...how was work?"

Danny sent her a grin, "Well, Clocky decided to throw me a bone and I think I got this? He is a little bitch boy that sends me all over the place but this time it was a dined, Lunch Lady taught me how to cook." Pasuing to stuff a new handful of tasty fruity goodness, Danny spoke around the cereal in his mouth "Cookin' ish so much more cool when da food isn't trying to kill you"

Slapping Danny's arm as she rolled her "Don't eat with your mind full and tell me what got you so riled up" Sliding her laptop of her self she tucked her knees up before stretching them out over Danny, who was already going off on his story.

"Wait wait! You had Nightwing in you're restaurant and you didn't get me an autograph?" Same shot Danny a scowl, who at least had the decency to look sorry

"I was going to but they fucking dined and dashed Sam! Even when I was actively Phantom, I never, ever just left a bill!"

---

Dick knew that perhaps eating the food was a slightly bad idea, given the look B gave them when him and Tim pulled into the Cave.

He was standing there, arms crossed, thankfully cowl down, what made the sight infinitely less intimidating was Damian doing the same next to him, his head tilted to look down at them and perhaps standing on his tittpy toes a little bit.

Dick wanted to coo at the father son bonding, but remembered he had to act at least a little chastised at the moment "Yes I am sorry B, It was my decision to head in, there was no outward danger so we just took a chance."

Wincing at the gruff grunt he got from that Dick powered on, "I will write a more detailed report, but personally if anything wrong it's likely that the kid working there is Meta? I dont-"

"He can't be meta! He is very clearly a ghost Dick!" Tim interrupted already flipping through some notes he had made on the way back home, "its the only explanation...or he is a 5th dimensional Imp with a passion for cooking but I really hope not those guys suck to deal with..."

Dick nodded at that, but had to say some thing foe his own superfan imp "Nightmite is a chill dude helps sometimes with cases back in Bludhaven!"

Giving a sigh, Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose, "No mites, no metas, no ghost, go to Medbay I am running blood tests on what sweet hell you have ingested."

---

Bruce ran the test again, sure that it was wrong, praying that it was wrong.

TEST COMPLETE

TRACE LAZARUS WATERS DETECTED

Underneath was lists of chemical make ups of the samples Tim took and his sons blood, there were varying levels through out the food samples, some lighter but others were heavy on it.

What was stumping him was...it was nearly perfectly pure, the pits naturally over time get polluted, with the dirt and sediment that falls in, and with the various amounts of bodily parts and fluids that are dipped in it.

But the trace amounts Bruce was finding were a better quality than Ra's own personal pool, not the one he dips in to regain his youth that the LOA make a ritual out of, no the privet one in the Alps that was clear as glacial water.

It didn't make any sense to Bruce, who would be spreading Lazarus water around? Ra's would not simply share his secret pure stash...

Lost in thought, Bruce sat back glaring at the test results.

---

"And after I thought I was giving great service, they fucking left, no bill, no tip! I didn't even get to see Nightwings ass as he left! People say it's a godly experience! I was robbed!" Letting out a huff Danny shot Sam an incredulous look at her sudden burst of laughter. "Sa~am, this isn't funny! Never meet your heroes! I am taking this to Twitter! They shall know my fury!" His words only served to make Sam laugh even harder.

Stifling a grin Danny took out hos phone, a old busted thing that was more ducktape and prayers than actual technology, but dear go's did it still work.

<@i-haunt-spirit-holloween

[@.realwing @not-that-red-robin.real yall are toxic twinks came in to my workplace and fucking dined and dashed 0/10 Nightwing has a flat ass.]

Hitting send, Danny put his phone down, choosing to let the nights happenings go past his mind and just hang out with Sam before showering and finally going to bed.

---

Tim was hunched over his lap top, going frame by frame of his body cam footage, he *needed* to figure this out, it was like an itch in his brain that he would go through bone to get through.

His work payed off as he clicked forward another time, his feed went static before it showed a blurry blue blob in place of the diner! Proof! It was there!

Jumping at the sudden bang of his bedroom door being thrown open, Tim whirled to around to see Dicks distressed face, standing up, Tim prepared for the worst, something happened. Bruce was dead agian it had to be-

"TIMMY I AM A TWINK AM I??" Was Dicks wail as he flopped down on Tim's bed.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, Tim looked longingly at his laptop before closing it, "Dick, what the fuck."

Rolling around on the bed, Dick finally looked up at Tim "Littlewing sent me a tweet and...ugh just look!" Thrusting out his phone as he spoke

Pasuing at the mention of Jason, Tim looked down at the screen and froze

"Holy shit...we forgot to pay didn't we...fuck Jason is never going to let us live that down."

Tim still remembered the first time he witnessed one of Jason's famous "make Bruce spend more money" rants about tipping.

It was glorious.

Tim now realized he would be one of two that was likely going to have to face it next.

"UGH?? You focus on the money and not the other parts? Tim I was called a toxic twink with no ass! This is a declaration of war! I have never been so offended!" Dick sat up, eyes narrowd while Tim opened up the tweet on his own phone.

"The comments agree Dick, I am sorry, you now have a flat ass congrats and welcome to the club" Tim said dryly, trying to go to the posters page, since it was clearly Danny who posted it.

Only the app crashed when he tried to. And again when he tried to a second time, and his web browser crashed when he tried opening it there

Tim was baffled on what was happening while Dick lemented on his bed before deciding to hack it later.

<@not-that-red-robin.real

[@i-haunt-spirit-holloween super sorry about that send me venmo and I'll pay with tip]

<@i-haunt-spirit-holloween

[@not-that-red-robin.real Fuck that face me like a coward bitch bet you wont]

<@not-that-red-robin.real

[@i-haunt-spirit-holloween...bet]

---

Somewhere in a safe house in Crime Ally, Jason let out a little giggled as he scrolled through the comments on the funniest post he had found in a while, Jason was surely going to have to speak to Timberly and Dickiebird about paying their bills but right now?

He was kicking his feet watching Dick have a public meltdown as Nightwing.

Finally, he wouldn't be the only one who had to retake the Bat Media course.

How was he supposed to know doing peace signs next to a person he just shot wasn't allowed?

#batman #batfam #danny is a little shit #dc x dp #dpxdc #tim drake #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce is so done #bruce wayne #Dead Man's Diner #jason todd #but only a little #damian makes an appearance #he just wants to be like his dad #danny is just a little guy #danny phantom #ghost king danny #toxic twinks

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lunajay33 · 4 months ago

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Target

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Summary: You’ve always been the quiet girl of the friend group between you Bonnie, Caroline and Elena, they convince you to go to the ball but when things go wrong Jeremy becomes your night in shinning armour

Pairing: Jeremy Gilbert x f!reader

Warning: Bullying

•Masterlist•

I grew up with my best friends, Elena, Caroline and Bonnie, they were all so outgoing and had no problem getting guys I mean Elena has two brothers in love with her and Matt still love her

But I was always the quiet one that no body seemed to take a second look at

“Come on y/n you have to go to the ball” Caroline whined as they all came and sat with me around the lunch table

“Oh I don’t know I don’t have a date”

“Who cares you can still have fun with us” Bonnie smiled

I shrugged with a little smile and they knew that was my way of saying yes

“Great you better be there tonight or we’re dragging you out of the house” Elena said as she ran off to Stefan

•

I tied up the back of my dress and did the final touches to my hair and makeup, breathing out a sigh of anxiety I got in my car and headed to the town ball, my dress a pale shimmer blue with a corset left over from my family as I was part of a founding family of this town

Parking my car I got out and walked towards the entranced where music was already started and people dancing around or sipping on champagne

Before I got inside I was stopped by a hand on my waist

“Well don’t you look beautiful” my heart skips a beat and I turn to see Jeremy Gilbert, the guy I’ve loved since we were kids but I know Caroline and Elena would judge me

“You look quite dashing yourself Jeremy” he smiles as he hooks his arm with mine leading me inside

“And where is your date tonight?” I ask surprised the hottest guys I town doesn’t have one

“Don’t have one, the girl I want to ask is forbidden” he says as he gives me a longing look as he leads me onto the dance floor taking my waist in one hand and my hand in the other and swaying to the music

“Do I know this mystery girl?”

“Oh you know her very well, she’s gorgeous, quiet, shy, oh and my sisters friend”

“Bonnie I assume” I sigh a bit upset

“No not Bonnie, she’s here tonight wearing a blue dress that makes me want to drool” my cheeks flush and I’m at a loss for words

As I open to say something back I’m interrupted

“Y/n what are you doing dancing with Jeremy, don’t tell me you were desperate enough for a date you ask your best friends little brother” Caroline mocks

“I….he was being nice he wanted to dance Caroline” I stutter, she could be really harsh sometimes

“That’s kind of pathetic using my brother” Elena chimes in, I look back up at Jeremy and he looks angry, he was always sweet to me that’s why I love him

“I’m sorry I just wanted to have fun” I said as I felt Jeremy’s warm hand on my lower back rubbing up and down

They took their glasses of champagne and doused me in it getting everyone’s attention completely embarrassing me

I turn and run outside as I hear them laughing, letting the tears fall when I get to the bench that over looks the lake

What did I do to make them hate me I thought we were best friends, would it be so wrong for me to love someone as nice as Jeremy

“Hey are you okay?” Jeremy asks as he sits next to me

“I guess, probably my fault anyways I know they like to pick on anything I do” his hand comes to pull me close to his chest

“It’s not your fault they’re just cruel and they’re not your friends if they treat you like that, you deserve someone who treats you like the princess you are”

“You’re just saying that because I’m soaked in champagne and my makeup is ruined”

“No im saying this because I love you” he says tipping my head up so I look at him

“You do?”

“Of course I do I’ve loved you from the moment Elena brought you over when we were young”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to make you chose”

“I love you too Jeremy, and after what just happened I don’t think I have to chose anymore” he leans down as he pulls me into a kiss deep and passionate, having been craving this forever

“I’ve wanted that for so long Angel”

“Me too now how about we get out of here and get some food and milkshakes”

“It would be my pleasure”

#jeremy gilbert #jeremy gilbert x reader #tvd fanfiction #tvd #damon salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore #caroline forbes #elena gilbert #bonnie bennett #klaus mikealson x reader #elijah mikealson x reader #kol mikaelson #the vampire diaries

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hazelfoureyes · 2 months ago

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A Doe in Fall (Part 16)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

A burlesquer with a penchant for conning men, you find your latest game interrupted when your next mark saves you from an aggressive fan— by killing him. The chance encounter left you curious, still half convinced you could complete your normal chase. Unbeknownst to you, you were the one being tracked.

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦 Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵 Part 9 - Shiny Things Part 10 - Good Deeds Part 11 - Caught Part 12 - Eddie Part 13 - The Release Part 14 - Someone like hersmut💦 Part 15 - Silence smut💦 Part 16 - Mine 📍

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Where we left off: After a busy evening of drink, dance, and dashing from the police, you finally confessed with a heartfelt bouquet. Alastor's reply was nonverbal but a reply nonethless.

Part 16 Mine

Alastor wants a chance to reply properly, and you return to work.

「Warnings/Promises: Human!Alastor x Fem!Reader, none really, A short one dears but it needed its own piece, foreshadowing out the ass, a slow night at the theater, a lot of catching up as we try to set our newly confessed lovers into normalcy, more is written I just wanted this moment to exist on its own」

When you woke up and instinctively reached for him your hand came up empty. Something that very rarely happened. Waking up without Alastor always left you panicked, even if it wasn’t a common issue.

In the past when he’d left bed for chores or restlessness your worry was so strong he promised to leave you a note in the future. So you’d know he was coming right back. It wasn’t a concern of trust for you, but safety.

Or maybe there was a deeper fear. A lead bullet in your gut he’d disappear entirely. Before you had said the words, you knew the stress had been mounting. Loving someone so sincerely meant putting everything truly important to you outside of your control. Ripe to be taken from you for any number of reasons. Turning to your side of the bed you saw there was no note either. Your stomach twisted. Had you fucked it up that efficiently? An embarrassing display of affection and already you were alone again. It was irrational, you could see that, but wouldn’t it just make sense that was your fate?

After several moments your body caught up to your waking mind and you heard the splashing of water outside. Ah, he was there. He was home.

A breath so deep and slow it was embarrassing. You’d have been less relieved if a speeding car stopped inches from you.

Looking out the window you saw the greenhouse was empty. A pause to figure out where he could be before turning slightly to realize the sound was coming through an open window. You briskly crossed the hall to his mother’s old room and stopped short of sticking your head out. He was washing his car. The twisting of your stomach stopped but the knots didn’t unravel. Your confession had apparently mattered so little he was moving swiftly past it.

“Hey.” You leaned down and shouted out the window. There was no plan beyond that.

His head perked up, glasses reflecting the sun brightly and hiding his honey brown eyes. His face went from rest to grinning. His teeth were so pretty. He wore a white shirt that shone in the sunlight and those loose fitting pants. Perfectly pleated with his iron, a task you heard single men complain about often. One he never asked you to take up.

“Hey! Good morning!” He lowered the hose and bent it to weaken the flow, “I’m sorry about last night.” A little laugh, you could see his eyes close with the sound as his head tilted from the sun’s glare, “Come down here.” His eyes opened and cut into you, “Let me try again.”

Your body responded with a flinch, bringing the back of your head into the window’s bottom rail with a thwack that echoed down to your teeth.

Alastor rushed to turn off the spigot, “You okay?” He yelled up to you.

Your hands were clean of any blood, you hadn’t broken the skin but it felt like you had, “Yeah.”

Why was this scarier than the confession itself?

You’d made it halfway across what used to be his mother’s room before you stopped. She chose that room so she could see him as soon as he got home. To feel relief as quickly as possible that he’d made it back every time he left.

The cold tendril of fear took hold of you by the ankles. Saying it was terrifying, but unrequited love still meant freedom. Even if it was a little harder to enjoy. But if he said it back, that was it. There would be expectations. Could you stomach being the woman in the window waiting for him to come home safe? It was one thing to do it now, but once you’d let your guard down fully it would mean tearing away your flesh to be taken away from him. Your heart outside your body. Your life intertwined so intimately with another that you would mourn your own unlived future if they were to leave. If Alastor were to leave. You had to say the name, because it made it so much worse and somehow all the more worth it.

Telling Alastor you loved him was for Alastor. That was a necessity. A truth you had to share. But accepting it from him?

You found yourself chewing on your thumbnail absentmindedly. A bad habit, one you couldn’t quite place the origin of.

Had you really not expected him to say it back? You heard the door squeak open downstairs.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He called up from the base of the stairs.

“Yeah.” You shouted back, a false chipperness to it you hadn’t meant to give. It sounded so fake and unlike yourself that it made you cringe.

As the wind pushed the clouds east over the old home and you fell into a shady darkness, Alastor entered the room.

He said something as he approached you, but your eyes were drawn to his shoes. Wet and dirty, tracking the driveway into the normally pristine room. And then he was so close to you that you could feel the heat of the sun radiating off his short sleeved polo. A daring color to wash a car in, but Alastor always liked to look like he was in control of everything; even splashback.

Warm. That smell of sweat and soap and sun-kissed water rose to meet you.

Looking up at him felt like turning the next page, so you stared at his chest before you. It was glowing, the sun coming back into view of New Orleans and pouring light through the windows.

Alastor didn’t know how to say it plainly. For so long his love sat like kerosene in his chest. Purposeless and evaporating slowly over time as it went unneeded. Dying fumes dizzying with their evaporation. Suffocating him as it threatened to go entirely wasted before he died. A love so like him, dangerous but with reason; by design. Just a little spark, a tiny flicker of something true to set him alight. Unused love sitting in his chest like lighter fluid, waiting for something to burn it away.

He could do anything, he could bury whomever. So what good were words now? How could he offer you sounds and pretend it carried an ounce of weight compared to the burning in his chest. Alastor knew he should have replied the night before. But he took the risk and trusted what you’d said. That you wouldn’t be going anywhere. That you loved him for the sake of it. He could be scared and make missteps without worry of you leaving.

His head dipped down to meet your eyes from the side, and as yours flitted to his he lifted back up and your gaze followed.

With a breath he opened his mouth and then exhaled. A hot palm came to rest on your forearm, the other slipped between elbow and nightgown to rest on your back and bring you a little closer.

You had to take a step and a half toward him to not fall forward. What were you meant to do with your hands? The illustrations inside the covers of novels came to mind. You chose against them all, and instead let your hands stand at your sides.

His eyes locked onto yours, moving back and forth like he was checking for something. Unbearable for you, to be seen so thoroughly and to not be able to look away. Could he feel your heart racing in your chest? Could you sense his doing the same?

Words he never thought he could say and mean before you. Words he had to whisper out of cowardice before. Words that he paradoxically finally understood and yet knew meant so little in comparison to what he felt. Insufficient. Base.

“I was scared last night,” he said.

“Of me?” You huffed a laugh, “That’s rich, given your hobbies.”

“You are terrifying.”

“Aw, the three words every woman longs to hear.”

“In a wonderful way. In a way I don’t want to lose.” The rustle of the wind in the trees outside as he took a calming breath, “Not that you’re something to have.”

You wanted to scream he’d had you since the alleyway beside the theater, since you saw him smiling from the crowd that night but you’d already exposed enough of yourself for one week.

“I’m not…good.” His eyes wandered down your nightdress, something white and thin meant for warmer weather than what was rolling in now. “Everything I touch breaks, is cut, falls to pieces and sinks into….dirt holes and still waters.”

You had to remember to breathe, the words coming out quiet when your inhale was too weak to gather enough force, “Don’t decide for me if I break or not. That’s still my choice to make.”

A chuckle, a smile that made the small wrinkles beside his eyes deepen, “I wouldn’t dare. But, I don’t think you were supposed to meet me.” He watched the softness in your eyes turn on him.

“Who says? And as if you didn’t try to stop me. You failed spectacularly.”

His hands came to hold your head, taking away your breath yet again. “I can feel them watching, the spirits beyond the safety of the haint blue of our porch. The ones always listening for words to twist. The bad things that eat good things. You are a good thing. And I love you more than I was ever meant to.” You watched his waterline fill before his arms wrapped around your head and pulled you into his chest.

His entire body was rocking with the beating of his heart.

He said it, actually said it loud enough for you to hear and register. Despite feeling so sure it would set off the hungry creatures to whom he owed his debts, his karma, whatever it was called if they even gave it a name. A declaration and a challenge. He felt it in his bones. He couldn’t keep you. No books about murderous men had happy endings of loving families and peaceful lives. It had always been a tragedy. And beautiful things only existed to twist that knife deeper. How many beautiful things had you given him already? How terribly would they hurt when he failed and you left? Like you had said, he had failed to keep you away. He surely would lose the battle to keep you near.

Tightly he held you, and only when your arms came to wrap around his chest and scratch at his back did he take slow deep breaths in. You felt the muscles across his ribs and down his shoulders relax under your hold. On your tippy toes you reached up to hold more of him.

Love was scary, so it made sense to you that he was scared. You were scared too.

But sometimes fear makes you bold. Defiant. His mother taught him about the ghosts that wandered around waiting to pull apart happiness at the seams, but your mother taught you to go down swinging.

After several moments, watching the light of the room dim and grow with the winds and taking in the warmth of his body. The residual sun’s heat was still radiating off of him. The water from the hose and the faint smell of sweat rising to your nose. The feel of his shirt against your cheek and his racing heart. All consuming. In that moment he was monopolizing your senses and if you could you’d be buried in that moment. Surrounded on all sides by Alastor.

If he had shouted his love at you from a tall building or wrote a banner and flew it past the house, it’d have meant so much less than what he had said. Your own confession had been a moment of vulnerability you hated, a display that exposed your guts to the open air.

And in his own way, hadn’t he done the same thing? Alastor admitted his love had become a runaway train, something he wasn’t choosing but something that was carrying him away from his comfort just like yours had. The current pulling your ship out of the harbor into the still unfamiliar but promising open seas that was now your unrestrained relationship. Anchors gone, ropes cut. Neither of you had any control of where this was headed, but you were going together. There was a new comfort in that.

And now you stood. Chests torn open gingerly for each other, hearts in your hands, blood mixed with blood. Sentiments neither of you could laugh off or wave away.

It would be too much to address the topic any further now. But you didn’t need to.

“You're damn lucky I didn’t walk home last night when you didn’t reply.” You said it into his arm, his embrace still firm. You always told yourself that was an option, just walking home if things went badly. It was hard to let old habits like back up plans and emergency exits die.

“In the dark? Darling it’s too dangerous out there, didn’t ya hear? Some mad man’s killing upstanding New Orleanians.” His arms loosened enough to let himself lean back and see your face. “And I did reply.” A sly smirk, his eyes rolling up, “just not verbally.”

Your brow crinkled with a tinge of embarrassment, remembering how silently he nodded as he laid you down and undressed you on the porch. “Well thank goodness I’m not upstanding. - I’m a nude dancer ruining the moral fabric of our country,” you read out the lines you so often saw in the papers with heavy sarcasm. The fight against burlesque was still strong and gaining traction up north. Briefly you thought about work. Maybe it’d be okay to go back soon. You’d need to check in first, see if any police or detectives had been lingering around.

A hand came to tilt your chin up and out of your thoughts of work, “I love you.” He heard your sharp inhale as if the words hurt you some way, but closed in for a kiss. Soft, you thought. Comfortable. The sensations would have kicked in your fight or flight before him, to be kissing so sweetly on another person’s property. But it didn’t. Instead, you felt like you had unclenched your shoulders for the first time in years.

For once someone's affections weren’t a police searchlight chasing you down and revealing you harshly, but a soft golden spotlight you could call home and bask in. You’d thought before it had been cruel to not accept the love others had offered when it was thrown at you. But you’d break a thousand more hearts if it meant getting to see Alastor’s.

At first it was just words, albeit pleasing ones. Words that made your stomach flip and something flutter in your chest. I love you, you said it tentatively at first whenever you felt overcome with something new and immutable stirring in you. But soon it became a phrase you said so confidently; A declaration when he left for work, a promise before you fell asleep. You relayed it like it’d gain more weight with every breath.

And for Alastor, it did. It was becoming something solid he could feel inside him. A disproportionate weight to its size, like gold under his sternum. It held his feet on the ground so the strong winds of insecurity couldn’t carry him away. That magnet he always felt pulling him to you grew stronger. He was sure he could feel you across the river when he was gone. Alastor began to think his mother hadn’t been exaggerating when she said she could sense when he was hurt or upset. He was sure he’d feel it, too, for you.

It became an expression you couldn’t hold in if you tried. And every time you said it it felt like peeling another strip of flesh off your chest, exposing a little more of yourself. And every time, it hurt less.

A bleeding heart, but the meaning was much different for you.

You could imagine it, the blood of your love soaking through your dress and down your stomach. Was it your blood, though?

“You always look lovely in red,” Alastor marveled at the color of your lips as you slowly applied your lipstick. Your eyes tore themselves from the gorey mirage in the vanity mirror.

“You'll like tonight’s set then.” Another week had passed sitting pretty in Alastor’s home after your confession before you found the strength to call the theater and check back in. Slowly you settled back into life as it was before Brady. First watching rehearsals, then discussing a comeback, practice and costumes and precautions. It was time to return.

“You're wearing red?”

You considered the words closely, “Hmm, wearing is a loose term. I’ll be undressing in red.”

Not every show could be rhinestones and feathers. Mostly due to costs, but there was something to say for a more intimate style. It had been decided your return would be special, and you offered your own idea.

A simple night in.

Johnny’s brow had quirked at the idea, Ruth trying her best as newly promoted artistic director (as she proudly named herself) to gently remind you the point of burlesque for the majority of the crowd. But with a little demonstration and conversation you got them on your side.

The theater said there’d been no issues. Well, the staff didn’t notice anything. The dancers said there was an influx of more new faces but it couldn’t be discerned who was a looky lou and who may be looking for trouble. You were going to just slip back into things casually but it had been decided by the theater they might as well flaunt the drama, bring in some more bodies with the excitement of the arrested dancer back at work.

With Alastor letting the cat out of the bag, as much as he had atleast, and nothing coming from it meant you could just … let go of the pretense. It’d be Alastor’s first time watching your show as your guy, and it was a fact you didn’t need to hide.

He had been right about Brady. He had several weeks while you hid at Alastor’s and let the theater and neighborhood at large settle down again to make some move and nothing came of it. Brady had nothing. Alastor spent the time home as well. No hunting, no killing, he avoided gossip and news to keep the urge dead. You both had circled the wagons. But the threat was seemingly gone.

Plus you missed the art of burlesque. And carrying his love with you onto the stage felt like something new and shiny that would add to your skill.

When your set was next in the line up and Alastor seated among the crowd, you felt the nervous energy in your fingertips. There was little chance of failure for you physically. But you could find you didn’t get the warm welcome you had hoped for. Maybe people were still angry at the attention you turned on your seedy little part of New Orleans. You’d heard word other establishments nearby had lower attendance in the days following your arrest.

The music started low and slow, setting the mood for your performance. The scene was set with a partition, a dressing table you all had dragged from the back, a cushioned stool, and that was it. Nothing fancy. It’d just be you up there.

Small and quick steps, your ankle length dress a bright, obscene red limiting your range of motion. The neck was high and modest, but as you turned the audience could see the bareback that ended in a neat satin bow just above your tailbone, tied tightly to keep the back strung taut. White satin gloves past your elbows added a layer for you to remove. The perfect image of a lady of leisure on her way home from some event. A strappy heel that clicked as you walked across the stage and echoed out past the music. Burlesque at the time was dance more than anything, quick movements of the chest and shoulders, rolls of the hips. A curtain of fabric letting peeks of cheek flash at the audience. A twirling of cloth giving quick and insufficient glances of your barely there but still bejeweled panties.

The places people were the loudest at showed more, but every theater and every dancer had their own norms.

And tonight you wanted to go slow.

Taking a seat on your stool you unclipped your earrings and set them down, the crowd still murmuring with their own jitters. You unhooked your necklace and the clinking sound was buried under whispers. When you turned your body to the side and bit the tip of your glove you stopped as if interrupted.

Glancing over your shoulder you looked out at the audience as if you’d heard a noise.

You made a face, a gasp, was someone watching you?

A loud hush through the audience, mischievous snickers popping up as you waved away the intruders and returned to your task.

Pulling slowly with your mouth you removed your right glove and let it drop. You tugged at each fingertip of the left to loosen its hold and just as slowly unsheathed the other arm.

Everyone was finally understanding.

Turning to face the peeping toms, you bent down and undid your heels and slipped out of them. The neckline was high and didn’t offer any glimpses of cleavage, but the lovely and long lines your body made were their own treat.

Standing, you walked half across the stage and paused, another slow and deep bend as you rolled your dress higher and higher up your thigh to reveal your garter. The curve of your thighs and backside the focus. Once undone you took your time rolling the nylon over your bare leg until it stopped at your ankle. With a little kick, it flew off. You repeated this on the other side and continued your saunter to the paper partition across from you.

Before retreating you reached back and pulled at the bow, the top of your dress gliding over your shoulders with the tension now gone, leaving a bare back and a loosely hanging skirt on your hips.

Once behind the partition, the light popped on for a classic silhouette tease. You let the dress completely fall off and stepped out of the pile of clothes. A turn to the side, a shadow of your near naked body visible to the audience before facing away from the hidden voyeurs. Your garter was taken off and dangled before you tossed it over the thin divider hiding you, panties soon following them.

And then the light cut off, you quickly slipped into something that wouldn’t have the cops running in again and waited for the shift of the focus. The stage light moved to the mirror of the dressing table, the light bouncing off expertly to give you a new spotlight.

Alastor watched you with a swell in his chest. He didn't have the same reaction as the others, because he knew what bodies were. He knew people were meat and bone and blood and sinew. But, he still felt so much. As he watched the strangers watching you, whispering about you, adoring you, Alastor could feel his ego overwhelming him.

People paid to watch you move and undress, a pleasure he had daily. And no matter how hard they could try, Alastor knew no one would beat him out for your affections.

And if they did…

How much more common thoughts of murder for the sake of keeping you came to him now.

Alastor had felt a disconnect with death since his youth. It was enthralling, and part of the fun was being God in that moment of someone’s quickly ending life. Deciding they were bad and not worth having around. Being the man who made that decision and acted it out with finality was the initial appeal.

But… he’d kill Brady. He’d kill anyone in the room with him now. He killed Tommy.

The only thing any of those people have in common was the perceived threat they posed to him and you. None of them were truly bad as he had always claimed his victims were.

The hum of his heart became a chant, Mine, Mine, Mine.

Yes he knew he would lose you, even as the fear calmed over time and the fact remained. But who would try to steal you from him?

Someone handsome, he thought as his eyes roamed around the room. Someone family oriented with a respectable job. Someone with cleans hands. Someone who wouldn’t hold you too tightly.

Someone Alastor could burn away with whatever love you left behind in him.

So consumed in the puffing of his chest as the sinners breathed out lust and he inhaled pride he didn’t notice the young woman taking a seat at the table beside him. Her attention decidedly not on the performance.

You ended the show by slipping out of your dressing gown just in time to flash a little cheek to the audience before you were spirited away behind the curtain.

As you let yourself relax again you wondered if anyone could see the tremble in your fingers. It was nerve wracking to be on stage again. But the applause made your skin tingle, a buzzing down your stomach when flowers kissed your toes as they slid across the stage. The theater had made a show of advertising your return, and paid a young man to stand out near the front with roses for sale. Nothing gets people in quite like a line of people with flowers. Must be special, they think. And it was special, because it was Autumn Hind’s return to the stage after her sudden and violent arrest.

He’s in love with her, the rumors had spread. The detective wanted her all to himself but she said no.

Suspended because he couldn’t keep himself away from her, you heard from the others during rehearsals. Sent to the boonies to clear his head and brought back to sit at a desk.

An order from his boss, he’s not allowed within 500 feet of the theater, the patrons harshly whispered as you slunk onto stage earlier that evening, Well I heard he can't come within 1000 feet of the pleasure district Autumn works.

But even the comfort of the dressing room and high of the praise was sullied when a loud noise made you shriek. You couldn’t admit you thought it was Brady storming in to take you again, so you laughed it off when everyone turned to look at you. The previous days of practice and getting back into your normal routine at work was mired with quick glances around for cold blue eyes and a stiff hat. It had been more than a month since you’d heard a peep from the man. Even his name felt foreign now, something your mind willed to the dustbin.

Well, you couldn’t say nothing happened. Alastor did receive an odd call at work not long after your confession. A promise from the former partner of Brady that he had indeed been briefly removed from his role and forced into a week of “vacation”. From the horse’s mouth Alastor learned that Brady had a bit of a breakdown at work. When his superior told him trespassing and a coerced search of someone’s property was a step beyond the pale no matter what vague confession Brady had heard or imagined, he slammed the door on his way out so hard the glass had shattered. Which was…unsettling. You hadn’t taken him for the violent type, but it must have been humiliating. To have the killer smile in your face and your boss just wave it all away as something you thought you saw.

The adoration of the audience did have its usual effect though. You floated from stage to seat and only the brief scare could bring you back to earth. You let thoughts of him drift away and allowed your feet to leave the ground again when you put on something cotton, loose with a ribbon on the low waist, and reintroduced yourself to the crowd. Modest, but put together. Clean straight lines, your hair neatly in place as if you hadn’t been sweating under the lights some time before.

You could understand how some people confused your workplace for a combination of entertainment and marketplace. Most dance halls didn’t have the talent mingling among the tables after their sets. But maybe that was the draw for many. Not all, but some of the dancers were accessible. And for a drink and maybe a cigarette anyone could enjoy a conversation with their own private star.

If others thought more should be expected, well that was on them. You could see the hopeful expectation in the eyes of some of those approaching you. How long had it been since you played your little game? Your own hunt. Finding someone arrogant and assumptive to get drunk and finesse.

Skillfully you greeted old and new faces while still keeping your eyes peeled for Alastor.

He could see you exiting from the same doorway he had followed you through so many months ago. But as he slowly approached you, taking in the sight of several others watching you hungrily, he was stopped.

“Hello!”

Alastor bristled, the voice unknown and the hand hooking his arm violently unwelcomed. Had he been in a more secluded place he’d have yanked his arm away. But this was his first real debut at your work and he didn’t need rumors he was rough with women reviving Tommy.

His head turned quickly, a petite woman with pitch black hair and bright eyes was hugging his forearm far too familiarly. He blinked, confused as to if he knew this person and forgot. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Hello,” it came out flat, the edges of his tone upturned with agitation.

“I’m new here, could you show me around?” Alastor watched her flutter her lashes and turn in her shoulders to make herself small. He sighed. With a glance down her clothes he leaned back to look at her shoes. Dressed well, making good money but unmarried. Fashionable but in a sense meant to draw attention. She worked for an established brothel with all the proper protections by the looks of her, a fallen angel as they were euphemistically called.

“I’m new here as well, sorry, can’t help you doll.” Alastor slipped his arm away but she pulled it closer to her chest and squeezed.

“Well then maybe we could go somewhere you know better.” Her smile was sweet, nothing about her seemed desperate. Maybe she did just find a chance for an attractive John. He smiled at the thought, she would be so lucky to catch him.

Alastor looked back at you. You were nodding along to something someone was saying, their hand on your wrist as if they’d never let go from a handshake. There was a sense of urgency in him he couldn’t place. He liked watching them fawn over you, but he worried how it looked now. You sweetly smiling to some older gentleman with too many rings and his arm between some young lady’s breasts. He wanted to steal you away and break the hearts of everyone in the room. Wanted you on his arm so he could drink in the glares and sneers. A thousand little deaths of those who had hoped for your time.

“You’re a flatterer, but no. I’m happily taken and needed here.” As his left arm pulled free, the woman snatched his hand and pouted.

“Taken but not the kind to wear a ring?” Her painted finger tapped his.

Alastor cackled, loudly laughing at the audacity. Rarely had a woman ever been so brazen in their crooning, most stuck with coy or blunt not bounced between the two in the same interaction. She recoiled at the sound, the unhinged nature of his laughter unsettling.

“You”, he pulled his hand from hers harshly and let his index finger gently bop her on the nose, “are too pushy for your own good. Find another tree to shake, sweetheart.”

She didn’t walk away though. In his peripheral he saw her still standing there in the center of the room, watching him and biting her bottom lip in contemplation of something. A fan, he considered. He had those, after all. It’d been so long since he’d gone out he had forgotten sometimes they popped up.

Finally, he could move past the others and make his way to you. A stream slipping past rocks and fallen branches to get to its mouth. To the place it could flow and become more than it was, vaster and deeper. Ah, that’s what love was, he considered as your head turned to him and he watched your face light up at the sight of him. The ocean, deep waters running cold and slow carrying you both somewhere new.

Your wrist was freed and you seemed to be attempting to introduce Alastor to the person you’d been talking to, but your words were stifled.

His fingers slid up the back of your neck to feel you held in his two palms as he pulled your face up to kiss you.

Yes you’d leave someday, but he’d not let go so easily.

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 2 years ago

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Fake Boyfriend - p2

Pairings - soft!Rafe Cameron x virgin! Fem reader

Summary - You lie to your best friend about having a boyfriend.

Warnings - none

Part one if you missed it

You're aroused from your sleep by the piercing bright light seeping through the curtains, hitting you directly between the eyes. You let out a groan and press your face into the pillow, it feels as though you're on a boat. Your stomach churns as your brain sways within your skull. “Jesus” you mumble, pushing yourself up from the bed slightly.

Panic sets in when you don’t recognise anything in the room, your hands flying under the cover to check you were still clothed.

“God you move a lot for someone with a hangover” a voice grumbles beside you, you sit up so fast your stomach lurches and the growing headache pounds behind your eyes. “Here”.

Your eyes fall to Rafe, he lay next to you, still dressed in the clothes from last night. He has 2 pills in the palm of his hand and a bottle of water, you accept gratefully and lay back down.

Silence falls over the two of you only to be interrupted with his phone ringing, he ignores it and sits up to look at you. “I’m sorry about yesterday, my friend wouldn’t shut up about me not having a boyfriend. The lie just slipped” you speak, he nods his head but stays silent. Your eyes wander over his face trying to pick up on an emotion but it’s unreadable, his blue eyes stare back at you.

“Never had a boyfriend huh?” He smirks, his left eyebrow raises in question. Redness spreads across your cheeks, spinning your body until it hides under the blanket. “So does that mean..”.

“Oh god, this is so damn embarrassing” you exclaim, you feel sick to the stomach. Thankfully you're both pulled away when his phone rings for the second time, he answers it with a huff and pulls himself from the bed.

You peek your head out of the blanket and watch him close the bathroom door behind him, you take this moment to step out of bed. Wobbling slightly on the plush carpet, thankfully the nausea had subsided and you were just left with a headache.

You grabbed your phone from the bedside table and made a dash for it, no way were you going to wait for him knowing he had follow up questions.

You're so close to the front door when Kelsie rounds the corner, she throws her arms around you in delight. “Finally! I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, didn’t want to wake you up myself in case I walked in on something” she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You nervously laughed, you probably shouldn’t let her think you were having sex. You know she’d ask for details later and you weren’t sure you could lie about that.

“Hey!” She exclaims, waving behind you. You turn to see Rafe walking towards you with a smirk on his lips, looking away quickly you nudge your friend towards the door. “We should get going” you mumble, gripping her bicep roughly. She shakes her head though just as Rafe’s arm wraps around your shoulder, he brings your back flush against his front.

Your body tingles, well aware that your bum was pressed against where his cock was tucked away. “You can’t leave yet babe, have coffee first”.

Your breath catches in your throat from the nickname, your limbs feel like jelly as you let him push you towards the kitchen. He maneuvers around the kitchen effortlessly and in silence, Kelsie sits on the stool watching him get the coffee machine ready, he turns to look at you and holds out a mug. “Thanks” you manage a smile and step over to help him, he looks down at you for a split second and then over at Kelsie who is tapping on her phone.

“Play along” he whispers, your eyes go wide when his thumb and forefinger trap your chin. Tilting your head up so he can duck down and kiss you.

You can’t stop the swarm of butterflies that are let loose in your stomach, your fingers grip the front of his white shirt. His hand pulls you in by your waist, you're trying to remind yourself this is fake. He’s just helping you out, helping you put on a show for your best friend.

“Gross! You’ve been doing god knows what all morning, let me get to know your boyfriend y/n” Kelsie cringes from her seat, dramatically covering her eyes in disgust. But the curve of her lips shows how damn excited she was for you. “What do you want to know?” Rafe questions, placing a mug down in front of her and then handing you yours.

“Everything! How long have you guys been together first?” Her eyes move between the two of you, your mouth opens but no words follow. Slamming your lips closed quickly before she notices. “Only 3 weeks, I’ve known about y/n since she came to the island 2 years ago. Just never had the courage to speak to her”.

Your brows crease together In the middle, was what he was saying true? If it wasn’t, how did he know you moved here 2 years ago?.

“That’s so sweet! Oh y/n I’m so damn happy for you! Anyway you gave me all the goss last night about the two of you, so Rafe what do you do for work?”

You sit in silence while your best friend interrogates Rafe Cameron, you hang onto every last word of his. Making mental notes about everything he was saying, you didn’t know much about Rafe Cameron.

You just knew he was rich and practically owned half the island, you heard a few things about problems with drugs when he was younger but that he got clean. He didn’t bring any of that up though and of course why would he, this whole situation was just to help you out.

“You got yourself a good one y/n! You better keep good care of her, I leave in a few days and I need to know my bestie is well looked after” she says but wiggles her eyebrows at the last part, nudging you in the ribs. You laugh with her and give him a tight smile.

“Of course, I’ll take real good care of her” he winks at you and you're so grateful for the chair that kept you from falling to the ground, one simple movement from him and you were weak at the knees. “Anyway we should get going, I promised you a trip to Charleston” you said, you made your way to the sink to wash the mug but large hands stop you as you reach for the cloth. “I got it”.

“Oh yes! I’m so excited, okay let’s go! Will see you later, yeah Rafe?” You suppress a groan, squeezing your eyes shut at your insistent friend. You open your mouth to tell her he’s got plans with friends but he’s agreeing with her and saying he’ll see you both later.

“I’ll let you say goodbye in private” she winks, skipping around the corner. When you hear the front door lock you turn to him, he’s staring at you again with his bright blue eyes.

“Thank you so much for playing along and helping me out but honestly I’ll tell her you have plans, she’ll be gone in a few days and we can pretend none of this happened”. You state, he doesn’t move from his spot or acknowledge what you’ve said for a few moments, you stare in silence.

“I’ll play your fake boyfriend y/n” he says, placing his mug into the sink and stepping towards you. “You really don’t need to, I’m apparently really good at lying” you reply, you give him an awkward thank you hug and dart out the door.

Your heart feels like it’s in your throat, rushing towards the Uber waiting for you. You couldn’t believe you had gotten away with it, one little lie worked and now you no longer had your best friend in your ear about finding a man.

The two of you went home to shower and change, spending your day over in Charleston. Showing Kelsie around the town and shopping. Your feet were on fire by the time you stepped through your front door, you dropped your bags to the floor. “I need to lay down!” You announce, walking straight to your bedroom and dropping onto the bed.

You must have passed out because you're waking up in a dark room, your shoes have been taken off and a blanket draped over you. Your ears prick up to the sound of music, what was Kelsie doing?

You threw the blanket off you and stepped into your bathroom, you grabbed a makeup wipe and cleaned up the mascara that had smudged under your eyes. Racking a comb through your hair and stepping back out of the bathroom.

The moment you open your bedroom door you are hit with loud music and the smell of tequila, you follow the noise towards the living room. “There she is!” Your best friend screams, she comes charging at you wrapping her arms around your neck.

Your eyes land on Rafe who sits on the one seater velvet chair, legs spread wide. He sends a smirk your way and raises his glass as a hello. “What is happening?” You question, noticing Rafe’s friends lounge on the couch and your friends looking at you in confusion. Oh god.

Your lie was about to unravel, you hadn’t thought about Kelsie meeting them. “I grabbed your phone while you were sleeping and organized a little get together! But you missy need to stop deleting messages it was very hard to figure out who your friends where”.

You were more concerned about how she got Rafes number, it would have been suspicious for you not to have messages with him. “Luckily everyone was saved in your favorites” she says handing you your phone, when she isn’t looking you search your phone. Rafes name pops up under favorite number 1, he must have put it in there last night? He was a lot better at this fake dating than you had expected.

“Hi” his voice whispered in your ear, his breath tickled your neck sending familiar shivers down your spine. His fingers dance around your hip stopping at your stomach, flattening his hand against you he pulled you back against him. “Hey” you managed, you say, he could tell you were flustered from the pink creeping up your neck until it made home on the apple of your cheeks. “You were asleep when she texted, I’m not as good of a liar as you” he joked, his eyes looking behind you for a moment and then his lips were on yours. You had now been kissed by 3 boys in your our lifetime, his lips were your favorite so far.

“Get a room!” Kelsie shouted, she poured tequila into shot glasses and began passing them around. “Let’s get this party started!”.

An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach, Kelsie never usually drank this much when she was around you. She knew you weren’t much of a drinker, especially since your dad was an alcoholic.

You stared down at the shot in your hand, you really didn’t want to drink tonight. Before you could even bring it to your lips Rafe was swapping his empty shot glass with yours and throwing it back. “You didn’t have to do that” you whispered, his hand still laying upon your stomach. You could feel him breathing against your back. “You didn’t want it”.

He gives you another soft smile and looks back at everyone in the room, Kelsie has turned the music up louder and pulled everyone into the middle of the lounge. “I just need to talk to my friends quickly” he nods his head and drops his hand from you. He watched you make your way to your friends and took a seat back on the seat he once occupied.

“Girl! You didn’t tell us you were seeing Rafe!” Sam exclaimed, she was in pure shock. Your three outer banks friends had lived here all their lives, they had known Rafe since school. “I’m sorry, it’s so recent I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it yet”.

“That’s okay, totally understand! It’s Rafe Cameron for crying out loud, I never thought I’d see the day he settles down” Grace says, she looks over at Rafe who is still watching you. They send him a smile and look back at you, an uneasy feeling in your stomach again.

“Yeah who knew” you laughed, you stood with them for a bit longer until the feeling of his eyes on you made you squirm. Walking back over to him, he pulled you to sit on his lap.

Your legs sat between his open ones, body nuzzled into his side. His arm around your shoulder, it was surprisingly comfortable and not weird. “We should probably discuss this fake boyfriend thing” he whisperedMy, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. “You really don’t have to pretend after today”.

He chuckles and moves in his seat a little bit, your thighs rubbing against his groin. The redness once again painted on your cheeks. “You underestimate your friend”.

You look over at Kelsie who’s dancing away with Topper, both of them look like they escaped the mental hospital.

“You might be right” you agreed, unsure why you feel so content against him. You’d sat on boys' laps before and cuddled, it usually made you feel uncomfortable and you’d run off before they got the wrong idea.

“She's here for 3 days, so if you were possibly free over the next few days I’d be forever in your debt” you say, turning slightly to look up at him. He tilts his chin to look down at you, something flashes behind his eyes but you can’t quite place what it is. His smile is intoxicating, the crinkles at the corner of his eyes and the perfectly straight teeth could kill me. “I can be free BUT I need a favour from you”.

“Yeah?” Your heart beats a bit faster and harder in your chest, what could Rafe Cameron possibly want from you? “I’ll need you to come to an event, I need a plus one”.

“Oh sure thing” you answer a bit too quickly, earning a smirk from the man under you. “Let’s talk about rules then?”

“Rules?”

“Yeah, you’ve never had a boyfriend before. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by doing anything you don’t want” he states, his tone is serious and his smile has vanished. “Oh” is all you manage to say to him, he moves again sitting up more straight so you both face each other.

“If I touch you anywhere you don’t like or want, or if I kiss you and you don’t want it, you just tell me. I won’t be hurt”

You nod your head, his hand cups your face and his lips touch yours for only a brief moment. “Sorry… they were watching”.

You turn your head and every snap their head back to what they were doing, a soft chuckle leaves your mouth and you look back at Rafe.

“Okay, and if you're busy or no longer want to be my fake boyfriend you just tell me. No hard feelings”

“Okay”

“Shall we kiss on it?”

You're the one to press your lips to his this time, it’s not quick like the last one. It’s more intense, his tongue snakes between your lips and you're moving in sync. This was a lot better than any of the other kisses you shared with someone.

“Sorry, I thought we’d give them a show”.

“Right” you breath, clearing the back of your throat and laying against him again. Was it normal to enjoy a kiss from a fake boyfriend that much?

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Part 3

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i-dared-myself · 2 months ago

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Sweet Words and Actions

Seonghwa x reader

In which the sweet omega you’ve always known turns out to be something else entirely.

18+

Cw: Omegaverse kinda? They’re an ‘alpha’ or ‘omega’ but it never goes into what that really means. Smut. Unprotected sex (DO NOT DO) Reader has female anatomy but pronouns are not mentioned. Sex toys, overstimulation, and Seonghwa being both really sweet and very possessive.

Park Seonghwa is always sweet. Kind, attentive, and beautiful.

In other words: an omega.

It’s slightly disappointing to you, since you’re also an omega. And yet you had always felt an attraction to him.

It wasn’t unheard of for omegas to date other omegas, just unusual. Uncommon. Rare enough that you weren’t sure if he would ever consider it.

So you spend another evening hopelessly pining after him on group movie night. You’re curled up on the couch with Yeosang, resting your head on his shoulder. Seonghwa is settled on an armchair, eyes glued to the screen.

You can’t even focus on the movie, you’re too distracted by him. His wavy white hair, framing his soft face. Pink lips slightly upturned in amusement.

Yeosang nudges you. “Hey. You missed a huge scene!”

“Sorry.” You peel your gaze away from Seonghwa and back to the television. You sigh, burrowing your face further into Yeosang.

Time flies by, and it’s time to go home before you know it. You say your goodbyes to the group, following Yeosang out of Wooyoung and Yunho’s apartment.

“So…” Yeosang trails off, scuffing his shoes on the pavement.

You raise an eyebrow, looking ahead for the bus stop. Neither of you have cars at the moment. “So what?”

“So you’re down bad for Seonghwa, huh?” Yeosang stares away from you, avoiding eye contact as you whip your head around.

“Wh- No!” you defensively say, even as you feel your cheeks heating. You tuck your hands into your pockets. “I’m not.”

“Sure.” Yeosang sounds unconvinced. “Y’know, you could just tell him. It’s not like anything terrible could happen.”

“But we’re both omegas! Not everyone is- I mean-“ You cut yourself off with a grumble. “I didn’t even think that I liked other omegas.”

Yeosang’s eyebrows draw together in confusion as he opens his mouth, only to be interrupted by a car coming to a slow roll next to the two of you. Seonghwa peeks out, forehead pinched in concern.

“You’re walking home?” he asks, tone worried.

“No, we’re taking the bus,” Yeosang says, pointing ahead to the stop. The light flickers, revealing a tall figure standing alone.

Seonghwa scoffs. “Yeah, I don’t think so. I’m driving you.”

“Oh, but-“ you start to say, only for Seonghwa to shake his head.

“Get in,” he orders, unlocking the doors. He waits for you and Yeosang to both climb into the backseat before he begins driving again.

“You really didn’t have to.” Yeosang buckles himself in as you do the same.

“I’m not letting two omegas get kidnapped. Especially not mine,” Seonghwa sharply says, his grip on the wheel tightening. Your stomach does a funny little flip at the possessiveness to his words.

Yeosang drums his fingers on his lap, glancing at you. “Alright. But you’re not going out of your way?”

“Don’t worry about that.” Seonghwa looks back to flash the both of you a warm smile. He quickly returns his gaze to the road, not one to put others at risk.

It’s silent from then on, the only sounds the gentle music flowing from the speakers and the occasional clicking of the turn signal. It’s a comfortable silence. One that leaves you content.

“Here you go,” Seonghwa says as he pulls up to Yeosang’s building. Yeosang shuffles out of the car, waving goodbye to the both of you before dashing inside.

Seonghwa watches to make sure he enters safely before turning back to you. “Why don’t you come sit in the front?”

“Sure.” You slide out of the back and into the front, letting out a hum at the warmth of the heated seats. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment before you forced them back open.

“Tired?” Seonghwa asks as he puts the vehicle into reverse. He maneuvers it back onto the main streets, waiting for your response. “Work been busy?”

“I guess.” You stare out the window. “It’s just… Lonely. I like these move nights, though.”

“Lonely?” Seonghwa skips a song. “You have friends. You have us.”

“Yeah but… I miss having an alpha around. Even just platonically.” You sigh heavily, blowing out your frustration. “I miss it.”

Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrow. “You have me.”

“Yeah, and?” You scoff, shaking your head. You slump in your seat with a frown. “I just want to go home to my weighted blanket.”

Seonghwa hums, still looking troubled by something. A moment of silence drifts by before he speaks up.

“I could spend the night,” he says, voice filled with… hesitation? You don’t know why.

“Sure, if you wanted to.” You shrug, glancing over at him. “Are you lonely too?”

Seonghwa pokes his tongue in his cheek. “I guess? It’s just different for me. Obviously.”

“Oh, right.” You nod. “Because you have a roommate. Hongjoong seems like a great roommate, too.”

Seonghwa frowns, upset for some reason. “What? I mean, he’s good. Do you want me to spend the night? I don’t expect anything from it, you just said that you were lonely.”

“Yeah, you can spend the night.” You watch the light change to green. The car accelerates, and it is once again silent.

When you arrive at your apartment building, you stand in the elevator together. You unlock your apartment door and enter with Seonghwa trailing behind you.

“I think I have some extra clothes that should fit you in my closet,” you say, waving a hand at your bedroom. “I’ll make us some tea.”

Seonghwa hesitates. “You want me to just… go through your closet?”

“Yeah?” You rummage through your cabinets. You pull out your teapot and put it on the stove. “It’s not that big a deal. Yeosang spends the night a lot.”

You hear shuffling in your bedroom as Seonghwa tries to find some sleep-appropriate clothes. He returns in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, curling his lip at the fabric.

“What’s wrong?” you ask as you set out two mugs.

“Why do you have this?” Seonghwa sits on your couch, folding his legs beneath him. He picks up your remote and turns on some random channel, flicking the volume down. “It smells… wrong. Not yours.”

“Oh.” You pour the tea into the mugs, considering his words. “Well, I think those used to belong to my ex.”

Seonghwa scowls, leaning back against the couch. He pulls his legs out from under him and stretches them out. “Well he smells bad. I’m glad you broke up with him.”

You hum absently, placing a mug down in front of him with a dull thud. You yank the coffee table closer to the furniture and sit next to him. “What are we watching?”

“No idea.” Seonghwa shifts, pressing his thigh up against yours. He’s warm.

You rest your head on his shoulder before peeking up at him. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” Seonghwa smiles softly, carding his fingers through your hair. His touch is affectionate, soothing to you. “It’s very okay.”

You don’t even know what that means, your brain is slowly sinking into a haze. Everything is right in the world as his nails scratch at your skull, fingers running through your hair. You blink once, then twice, and then you don’t open your eyes.

“You really are tired,” Seonghwa gently remarks, mostly to himself. “Let’s get you to bed, hmm?”

“I don’t wanna,” you slur out, straightening again. You clamber onto his lap, straddling his thighs with your own. You burrow your face into the crook of his neck, blinking sleepily.

“Ah, but I think you’re tired.” Seonghwa laughs lightly, but doesn’t move you away. “Are you sure you just don’t want to go to bed?”

“M’sure,” you murmur, already close to falling asleep. You take a deep breath, perfectly content in his grasp.

Something clicks. Something that you’ve been missing for so long, finally hits you.

“Seonghwa,” you dazedly say, fisting at his shirt.

“Mm?” Seonghwa looks down at you, a lazy smile on his face. He seems just as out of it as you are.

“Why do you-“ You pause as he tugs you closer to him. Your bodies are flush together in an intimate way, something that leaves you imagining all the possibilities. “Why do you smell like…”

“I’m wearing his clothes.” Seonghwa strokes your cheek with his thumb, hand caressing your face. “Of course I smell like your ex.”

“No, I mean-“ You fight the urge to grind down on him. It would be wrong. “You- Have you been spending a lot of time with an alpha?”

Seonghwa’s head tips back, and you could swear that his hips buck up into yours. But there’s no way it did. You must be imagining things.

“No,” he says, white hair falling in a halo around his face. His cheeks are faintly dusted pink. “No I haven’t.”

“Then why-“ you gasp as his hips definitely roll upwards. “Why do you smell like alpha?”

Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrow as he studies your face again. “Because I am?”

And then the world shifts.

Because Park Seonghwa, the loving, compassionate omega, is an alpha. He’s in your apartment, underneath you. You had just been- Oh god, you had just been nuzzling at his scent glands.

You immediately recoil, all of your fogginess fading. You fall off the couch, hitting your head on the edge of the coffee table. You groan, going limp on the floor.

Seonghwa kneels next to you, gently checking the back of your head. His hand comes back bloodless.

“I think it’s time for bed,” Seonghwa firmly says, scooping you up effortlessly. He carries you to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. He pulls the sheets up over you before slipping in with you.

You had expected to spend the night with just another one of your omega friends. Not with Seonghwa the hot alpha.

You’re tense, body pressed up against his.

“You need to sleep.” He strokes your hair, brushing it away from your face. You’re lulled back into that sleepy state at his touch.

You’re asleep before you know it.

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Something moves beside you, gently pulling you from sleep. You grumble, turning over to swat at whatever it is.

Seonghwa is deep in sleep next to you, lips parted and expression lax. You stare at him fondly for a moment before remembering the night before.

You try to climb out of bed, but his arm wraps around you waist and tugs you to him. You try to get away without waking him, but he’s too strong. You can feel his breath on your ear and his boner on your ass.

His… boner?

And then suddenly you’re not too worried about waking him. You’re scrambling away, putting as much effort into it that it takes.

Seonghwa stirs, making a sleepy noise. “Where’re you…”

You fall off the bed which wakes him up entirely. He looks over the side of the bed in concern, watching as you pull yourself together.

“Are you okay?” Seonghwa asks, hovering above you. He’s wide awake now, reaching down to feel your head for bumps.

“Yeah.” You brush his hand away, mind still focused on the large mass you had felt against you.

Actually, nope. Not large mass. That’s just making your stomach clench in anticipation. Not that anything would ever happen.

Normal sized dick, you’re sure. Not that you would know. Okay, but now you’re thinking about it.

“Hey.” Seonghwa nudges your shoulder gently. “You’re sure you’re okay? You don’t have a concussion?”

“No, I’m fine.” You shake the thoughts of his genitals away. You get to your feet and smooth your shirt out.

Seonghwa still doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t argue. He just leans back against the pillows, a soft smile curving his lips. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” you admit. “Best sleep in a while.”

“Me too.” Seonghwa tilts his head, studying you carefully.

“Uh, did you want to take a shower?” You motion to the bathroom door vaguely. “I can make breakfast.”

“You’re sure?” Seonghwa shifts, hanging his feet over the side of the bed. When you nod and wave a hand at him, he shuffles off to the bathroom.

You go to your kitchen and begin making pancakes. You even add chocolate chips to the batter. You’re taking the first batch off the stove when you hear Seonghwa again.

“Do you mind if I use your blow dryer?” Seonghwa questions, peeking his head around the corner. His hair is sticking to his face, cheeks a rosy red from the shower.

“What? Oh, go ahead.” You place pancakes onto plates. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“It smells really good,” Seonghwa praises before ducking back into the bathroom. You hear the blow dryer coming to life, resuming your work. You set out the butter and syrup at your dining room table.

You just sit down when he exits the bathroom, running a hand through his hair. He settles across from you at the table, smiling.

“These look great,” he says, drizzling syrup over his pancakes until they drown. You would need a life preserve to save those things.

“Thanks,” you say, taking a bite. They’re fluffy and delicious.

“So I was thinking…” Seonghwa pauses to scoop some pancakes into his mouth. He chews and swallows before finishing his thought. “We should make love.”

You blink. You slowly lower your fork. “Make love?”

Seonghwa nods, his cheeks flushing. “I mean… we don’t have to. I just figured that since we’re both single and lonely…”

You swallow thickly, staring down at your pancakes. “Um… I’m sorry, I’m just still thinking about how you called it making love.”

“Forget it,” Seonghwa murmurs, shaking his head. “I just-“

“No, I want to!” you exclaim before taking a deep breath. “I mean, I would like that. I was just more confused on why you called it making love.”

“Isn’t fucking too vulgar?” Seonghwa quizzically says, and you realize that’s the first time you’ve heard him swear.

“Well… That’s how most people say it. Or hooking up. Just anything except making love.” You continue eating your breakfast. “But yeah, I’ll do it with you.”

“Great.” Seonghwa glances at his phone to check the time. “Do you have work today?”

“Uh, no. I have the day off. You?”

“I’m also off today.” Seonghwa smiles, leaning back in his chair. A moment passes before he gets to his feet. “I could go home. Or, I could stay longer.”

“You could stay,” you say, trying to sound casual. But you know what is at stake. You know what he’s promising.

“So we both have the day off.” Seonghwa stretches, lithe form on full display. “And I’m already here.”

“I-“ You chew the inside of your cheek for a moment. “So we’re doing this?”

Seonghwa hums, guiding you to your bedroom. He tosses his shirt to the side before gently pushing you onto your back. You let him steer you down until you’re flat on your back.

Seonghwa straddles your hips, allowing you to run your fingers over his torso. He hums, thumbing at your bottom lip.

“You’re so beautiful,” he softly says, slowly pushing his thumb into your mouth. You flick your tongue over the tip of it. “Before we start… Why were you confused about me being an alpha?”

You hesitate, and he removes his digit from your mouth. “Uh, I just- I always thought you were an omega.”

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “I’m sort of offended at that. But oddly flattered.” He pauses before asking, “Why did you think that?”

“I dunno,” you murmur, utterly embarrassed. “You’re just so pretty, and- and you’re like the mom of the group, y’know? So nice…”

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” Seonghwa gently tugs at your shirt, pulling it over your head. He throws it at your laundry basket, getting it in. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Very.” You turn your face away, flustered and caught off guard. Your chin is immediately tipped back up so he can look you in the eyes.

“Aw, you don’t have to hide, sweetheart.” Seonghwa pats your cheek. He then starts discarding of your pants and all your undergarments. He quickly does the same, leaving you both naked.

“S- Seonghwa.” You don’t even know what you want. You reach up to touch him more, running your hands over every inch of him that you can.

He does the same, as if he’s been waiting for this as long as you have. He leans down to press kisses to your neck, tongue peeking out occasionally.

You shudder as he scrapes his teeth over where a mating mark would go. He doesn’t place one on you, just hinting at what could be.

You feel something trickle down your inner thigh, face heating up when you realize what it is. Seonghwa seems to notice, since he grasps your forearms, gently shifting you to rest against the headboards. He parts your thighs, letting out a soft sound at what he finds beneath.

“Oh, you’re dripping.” Seonghwa runs a finger through your folds. He takes a moment to locate your clit, smiling when your thighs twitch, a sign that he’s found it. “I’m going to stretch you out first, okay? And another time, I’ll eat you out. I just really want to feel you today.”

“O- Okay.” You spread your legs a bit wider for him, so he can have better access. You’re almost ashamed of how slick is just leaking out of you.

Seonghwa slips a finger into you, delighted by the easy entrance. He can immediately push a second one in with how wet you are.

“Doing so good for me,” Seonghwa softly says, head tilting down so he can watch your expressions. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you, almost taking pleasure in your pleasure.

You moan, trying to twist away from him when he removes his fingers. He laughs and turns you over so that you’re on your stomach, gripping your waist to yank you back to him.

“I’ve waited too long to just let you get away,” Seonghwa says, his voice taking on a darker tone. Possessive and lustful. But you know he’ll stop if you really want to.

Then three fingers are pressing into you, and you fist at the sheets, moaning. His fingers are keeping all your slick inside, but occasionally when he pulls them out to adjust, it will gush out of you.

One hand is on the back of your neck, grip just firm enough to keep you in place. Occasionally he’ll readjust his grasp, tightening just a bit.

“Oh, you’re going to be wrecked when I’m through with you,” Seonghwa says, his tone a promise of filthy things to come. “I’m going to fuck my cum into you, and then… I bet you have a toy around here somewhere, hmm? A needy little omega like you probably has something?”

You moan, because where the fuck did that come from? When was Seonghwa this… dirty?

“You’re going to finger yourself while I find it,” Seonghwa murmurs, leaving no room for argument. You mourn the loss of his touch as he moves away, leaving you empty and aching. “I want to hear your pretty little moans, sweetheart.”

You nod and sit up, replacing his fingers with your own. It is in no way the same, and you can’t reach as deep as he can. But you still try your best to make it feel as good as he can.

Seonghwa rifles through your drawers, but will look over his shoulder every now and then to take in the sight of you. He eventually finds a plug that you don’t even know why you have. You’re pretty sure that Mingi gifted you the pussy plug for some reason, like the freak he is.

“Found it,” Seonghwa purrs, climbing back onto the bed. He watches for another minute as you try to make yourself cum, but it’s just not as good as him. You’ve been on your own for so long, that just the fractions of pleasure that he’s given you has left you addicted.

“Pl- Please,” you gasp out, curling and thrusting your fingers, trying to find a spot that will make you see stars. But you just can’t seem to reach it. “I- I want it.”

Seonghwa perches himself at the edge of the bed, simply taking in the view. An appreciative smile tips his lips up. “How badly do you want it?”

“S- So badly.” You squeeze your eyes shut as slick coats your hand. It’s a sticky mess that you’re honestly ashamed of. “I- I need your cock. I need to be- be full.” Seonghwa hums, encouraging you to continue as he crawls closer to you. “Full of your cock- and- and I need you!”

“Sh, it’s okay,” Seonghwa soothes as he gently pulls your hand away. You’re so empty and it saddens you, but then he’s pushing in. His pace is maddeningly slow. “Is this better, sweetheart?”

You nod, wordless as his dick basically reaches your throat. It’s so deep, and pressing up against the spots that you couldn’t reach. You let out a breathless moan as he bottoms out, impossibly far inside you.

“You’re- You’re-“ You cut yourself off with a moan as he rocks his hips. You wrap your legs around his waist so that he can’t get away, not that he wants to.

“It’s-“ Seonghwa hisses, hands balling up into fists on either side of your head. Sweat beads at his forehead, causing his hair to stick to his face. “It’s been a while, and you’re just so hot. M’sorry, but I- I’m gonna cum.”

You whine a bit, because he’s barely even been inside you. Just enough to let you get used to the stretch, and he’s not even going to fuck you?

But he thrusts, hard enough to knock the wind out of you since you hadn’t been expecting it. He seems adamant on providing you pleasure. You scramble to hold his shoulders as he fucks you, fast and rough.

“Still think I’m an omega?” Seonghwa whispers directly into your ear, tugging at your lobe with his teeth. “Am I still too sweet? Too nice?”

You yelp as a harsher roll of his hips catches you off guard, digging your nails into him. He moans, and you throw your head back. “S- Seonghwa! Right- Right there!”

He focuses his attention there, smirking as you shudder. Seonghwa toys with your clit, and it only takes you another minute to fall over the edge.

He grinds against you through it, sucking a mark into your throat. You gasp and whimper as his movements drive you to overstimulation.

Then Seonghwa reaches his climax, eyes rolling back as he collapses on you. He groans and you run your fingers through his hair.

Seonghwa presses his fingers into you, stuffing his cum badk into your cunt. You watch as he takes the plug, gently easing it into you to keep everything in place.

“There,” he smugly says. “Now all my hard work won’t go to waste.”

“I-“ You swallow. “And we’ll be doing this a lot? Since we’re friends with benefits?”

Seonghwa laughs, nudging his nose against your neck. “Mm, a lot. And who said anything about friends with benefits?”

Your mind takes a moment to process the implications before your lips part in understanding. “Oh. Um, sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t sound like a ‘of course I’ll date you, Seonghwa. You’re so sexy, Seonghwa’,” he dryly says. He lays a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Sorry.” You kiss him fully on the lips before lying back against the sheets. “Of course I’ll date you, Seonghwa. You’re so sexy, Seonghwa.”

“Much better,” he says, tone practically oozing with satisfaction. “Now let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”

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joeliz99 · 4 months ago

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¨You, Always.¨- Danny Ramirez

Warnings: Slowburn, Friends to lovers, RPF Fic, Multi-part series

(In case you missed the first three chapters, click here)

Part One

What time couldn't change.

Fourth Chapter

March 25. Three years mending. The waiting ends.

Weddings had a way of bringing people back together. After all, they celebrated union and love, and you could feel that in every single detail that day. Amelia and Yason’s wedding was beautiful, full of sweet and quirky moments that perfectly represented what they’d built as a couple. The joy in the air was palpable. (Y/N) and Danny, caught in the magic of the night, fell into their old rhythm—effortlessly reconnecting, free and full of each other’s company. It was exactly like it had been before, and anyone who knew them could sense it. They were meant to be like this, inseparable—whether they wanted to admit it or not.

The wedding reception was a blast. Everyone was dancing, drinking, and mingling, caught up in the fun of the night. As the evening drew to a close, a few of the girls took a break at a table, sipping drinks and catching their breath after hours of movement. (Y/N) finished sharing one of her random, uncanny stories— one of those that no one could ever quite tell if they were true or just the result of being a good storyteller.

As another girl was about to speak, René came over, scanning the table with his eyes.

"Hey, have you seen Danny boy? " he asked.

“Uhh, not really. Last time I saw him, he was with all of you,” one of the bridesmaids replied.

“Damn. I can’t find him. Yason wants to hit the photo booth before the night ends.” He glanced back toward the group.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go look for him. He’s probably not far,” (Y/N) said, standing up and adjusting her dress. René grinned, playfully pinching her cheek, but she quickly brushed him off with a light shove, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah. Go with the guys. I’ll send him your way when I find him.”

“Thanks! You’re an angel!” He dashed back to the group as (Y/N) made her way around the venue, searching for that familiar face.

Danny leaned against the balcony, half his body draped over the railing, his eyes fixed on the garden just a few steps away from the noisy reception. His hair was ruffled from all the dancing, and the buttons of his shirt had loosened, evidence of a fun night. He was out there waiting for an important call, but the stillness and the cool air quickly turned it into a peaceful break from the chaos.

"Here you are!"

Danny startled slightly, his body jumping as he heard her voice. He turned to see (Y/N) walking toward him.

“Oh, hey... Is everything okay?” he asked, shifting to face her and resting his arms on the balcony railing.

“Yeah,” she smiled brightly, and he couldn’t help but smile back. “The guys are looking for you. They want to take some pictures before the night’s over.”

“Actually, I’m waiting for a call right now. I’ll try to make it over soon.” He flagged his phone with an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll let them know. I’ll see you later?” She started to walk away, but he interrupted her.

“You can stay if you want. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

She hesitated, not sure if it was the right call after what he just said.

“I’ve been waiting for a good while now. It’s just a work thing… Apparently there’s an issue with the time zone thing.” He added quickly, as if to ease her concern.

“I mean… If you actually want me to stay, that’s all you had to say.” Danny rolled his eyes with a laugh, and (Y/N) grinned, stepping back toward him and mimicking his relaxed stance.

They stood in silence for a few moments, the peaceful sounds of crickets and water flowing in the background, allowing the quiet to settle between them.

“These last few days have been fun, right?” (Y/N) finally broke the silence, glancing at him for a second.

“Really fun,” Danny said, his smile widening. “I can’t believe Ame and Yason are married. Never thought they’d end up like this. It’s crazy how life works.”

(Y/N) nodded, crossing her arms, a soft smile playing at her lips. She began sharing a funny anecdote, and Danny listened intently. But beneath it all, he felt that familiar urge rising in his chest—the need to confront what had been left unsaid for far too long. He didn’t want to do it. He didn’t know how to. But deep down, he knew if he didn’t speak now, it might never happen.

“Hey…”

(Y/N) paused, noticing the sudden shift in his demeanor. She looked at him, confused.

“I’m sorry,” Danny continued, his voice softer now. “I just– I’ve been meaning to talk to you about some things… But every time I try, I don’t even know where to start.”

They both looked at each other, a heavy silence settling between them. It felt too familiar—like the last time they talked, so long ago. And just like that, Danny realized it could end the same way.

“It’s okay…” (Y/N) finally spoke, breaking the tension. “I’m listening. I’m in no rush.”

Danny blinked, realizing how difficult it was to start. This felt like déjà vu—the exact same setup as years ago.

“The night’s almost over, and I don’t even know if I’ll get to talk to you or see you again after this,” Danny began, his words coming out in a rush, raw and vulnerable. “It’s been too long, and so much has been bottled up between us acting like we never existed in each other’s lives, or like I never hurt you.”

(Y/N) felt her body tense as he spoke. She looked away, unsure of what to say. Danny wasn’t asking for anything from her. He just needed her to listen.

“I was wrong,” he continued, his voice low. “I should’ve never gotten into that relationship… especially when you considered Emma your friend. I hurt you, and I hurt her too, because how could I think I could care for someone else when I loved you? It was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I’m sorry. I was so blinded by my own anger and feelings that I didn’t see that choosing her meant that I was breaking you. You were my best friend before you were anything else. And I ruined that.”

“We ruined it.” (Y/N) interjected softly. “ It wasn’t just you… I made mistakes too, things I could’ve handled better. But I didn’t. Thankfully we can talk now and hope we’ve matured enough to never do this to anyone else… but back then, it felt impossible. So, what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry too.” Her voice cracked a little at the end, but she steadied herself. “Especially for letting so much time pass before having the guts to have this conversation.”

They fell into a quiet silence. Danny was still processing everything, feeling the weight of it all. It was almost freeing to release that pain, even though he wasn’t sure where it would leave them now. But at least this felt like progress—somewhere they hadn’t been for a long time.

But just as he thought they might be done, (Y/N) spoke again, her voice quieter now.

“I know you broke up with Emma months after we stopped talking.”

“What? How?” Danny blinked, caught off guard.

“She came to me… I guess she needed someone who knew you, someone to help make sense of it.”

“Why would she come to you, though?” Danny asked, his confusion evident. “Why you?”

“I mean… I was her friend, remember?” (Y/N) shrugged. “And it was the weirdest thing—knowing she was heartbroken over you, but not being able to do anything to help her.”

“Did she tell you why we broke up?” Danny asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Did she tell you why we broke up?”

“I mean… Yeah. Parts of it. Mainly because you weren’t clicking. It felt forced or something like that.”

“Hm. Okay... Then she didn’t tell you everything.” Danny laughed, a bitter edge to it. “She knew. That I felt things for you. But hey, to each its own, I guess… It doesn’t even matter at this point.”

(Y/N) paused, still trying to make sense of what he’d just said. She nodded slowly, her voice thoughtful. “Right.”

Before she could say more, the phone rang, and Danny’s eyes stayed locked on her. She glanced at his hand, then back at him, prompting a sigh from him as he checked the caller.

“It’s my agent.”

The girl smiled faintly, pushing herself up from the railing. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Yeah,” Danny nodded, running a hand through his windblown curls. “Thanks.”

As (Y/N) turned to leave, Danny answered the call. His voice came through the air, low but clear.

“Hey, Manny… Yeah, everything’s okay. Do you have any news yet?”

The night eventually came to an end, and with it, the moment they’d shared. The next morning arrived too quickly. Neither of them had the chance to interact one last time—(Y/N) had already left early, heading back to Miami, while Danny stayed a bit longer before catching his own flight. So, reality settled in, finally. They had to go back to their own lives. At least that’s how it felt.

While on the plane, just about to take off, Danny’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out and saw a message from Amelia displayed on the screen.

“(Y/N) asked me to share this with you. Have a safe flight, Dan <3 Love you.”

It was (Y/N)’s number. A smile tugged at the corner of Danny’s lips as he stared at the message, the unexpected simplicity of it making his heart skip. For a brief moment, he let the warmth of her words linger, something he hadn't expected.

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We're A Family: Aurora's First Date (Steddie X You)

A/N: I've been working on this for awhile but finished it yesterday to feed my fluffy need while it having a dash of angst. Please enjoy and if you haven't read Good Neighbors or We're A Family please do. Its one of my more popular series.

Warnings: Father and Husbands Steddie X Wife Mother Fem Y/N, SMUT, a morning quickie filled with love, light dirty talk, A dash of angst like I said, mentions of a rough birth with the new edition and Steddie panicking, They deal with the struggles of having a teen daughter including her first date, Ro gets in trouble

FLUFF, Like I said there's a new addition. We get an update on all the kiddos and how proud Steddie is of them. Gooey shit near the end because I can <3.

Word Count: 5107

Donate to Me <3

“Eddie.”

“Y/N.”, he responds with equally as much sarcasm as you giggle while brushing your three-year-olds hair as he nibbled on his snack.

It had been almost eight years since Dylan went off to college and life for you hadn’t been dull in the years between.

You had added another addition to the Munson-Harrington household who, like his biological father, had energy to burn. Ethan loved to babble to anyone that would listen unless he had food to munch on, keeping his mouth occupied.

James had just started the 5th grade and seemed to have an affinity for swimming. You and the guys enrolled him in some classes and he swam for the Hawkins Elementary team earning many first-place trophies that you displayed in the living room next to your daughter’s artwork.

Aurora, now a 16-year-old teenager, loved to draw and paint, showcasing her work in contests that her teachers insisted she submit them for.

Their fathers were extremely proud of each of their children.

Steve showed off pictures to his classes and colleagues while Eddie’s office at the shop was a museum of accomplishments his children had achieved.

Their proudest moment was when Dylan walked the stage to accept his bachelor’s degree. He was named Valedictorian and during his speech thanked his parents including the “two men who were always there” for him since he was six. For the past couple of years, your son had been working at a school in Indianapolis while getting his master’s degree so he could teach at a college level.

You were so proud of him and thankful he was so much closer now.

Eddie and Steve were still the doting parents and the loving men you had fallen in love with. The older the kids got, however, the harder it was for them to accept certain things especially with Ro which is how you found yourself in your current situation.

“Dylan went on his first date when he was 13.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”, you counter with a smirk making the man grumble as he folds his arms.

“Daddy grrrrr.”, Ethan teases as he points towards Eddie who sticks his tongue out at his son.

“Let’s see what Steve says. There’s no way in hell he’s letting her go on that date.”

As if on cue the front door swings open and your son climbs off your lap to greet his father.

“Dada! Yames!”

“Hey, Ethan.”, James smiles as he ruffles the hair you had just brushed.

“NO! Mama…do E-ten hair!”, he pouts as he covers his head with his little hands.

“It’s ok, bud. I’m sure we can get it back in working order.”, Steve grins as he picks up the boy and smooths his curls with his palm.

Ro lags behind, locking the door as she pulls her earbud out of her ear.

“Rara!”

“Hey, Ethan. Mom, did you…?”

“I’m working on it, baby.”

“Working on what?”

“On giving us a heart attack.”, Eddie interrupts before you can answer.

“Daddy grrrrrr.”

“Dad! It’s not a big deal.”, your teenager whines.

“Excuse me? A date is a very big deal.”

“I’m sorry?”, Steve inquires becoming more alert.

“Apparently our daughter was asked out on a date.”, the metalhead relayed practically disgusted when he got to the final word.

“Oh, well I can answer that now. That’s a hell no.”

“MOM! You said it would be ok.”

Both sets of stubborn, annoyed eyes turned your way causing you to roll your eyes as you take your youngest and place him on the floor.

“James, take Ethan and both of you watch tv until dinner. Aurora, go upstairs and finish your project I know you haven’t started yet that’s due tomorrow, tattletale.” After they each go to their respective areas, you face your husbands who are now side by side with matching sets of folded arms. “Don’t do that. Don’t you two team up on me. She’s sixteen. You can’t keep her from dating. At least this way, we can meet him and make sure everything’s alright before letting her go.”

“I know what boys are like, honey. I did it all the time in high school even when I met the girl’s mom. I told them we were hanging out with friends before heading up to lover’s lake.”

“So, what do we do, Steve? Tie her down and tell her she can’t even though our oldest could? It’s not fair.”

“With Dylan, we were there at the dance. This isn’t a dance, Y/N. He’s taking her to a party.”

“Oh, that’s a definite hell no.”

“It’s not a party, Eddie. She said they were going to hang out with some friends at Amber’s house.”

“Some friends. Mhmm. I’m sorry, Y/N, but I don’t like it. I’m pulling democracy here. We said with things like this if its 2 out of 3—”

“I know, I know. I made the rule remember.”, you sigh. “RO!”

You three wait all of five seconds before she’s quickly running down the stairs having desperately waited for the outcome of this conversation.

You hated having to break her heart.

“We talked about it and we decided that…it’s best if you don’t go on this date Friday.”

Aurora blinked as she struggled to control the frustrated tears that wanted to break free.

“You decided or they did?”

“WE decided.”, you answered but she could see through your words as she pointed their way.

“Why don’t you trust me?”

“We do, honey. It’s him we don’t trust.”, Steve answered.

“You don’t even know him! He’s a nice guy and we’ve been friends for a year! I’m pretty sure I can tell the good from the bad!”

“Hey! Watch your tone, Ro. It doesn’t matter. We said no so the answer is no.”, Eddie relayed in a voice you rarely ever heard from him.

When it came to things like this or stern conversations, usually Steve was the enforcer. It came with the territory of being a teacher when he needed to settle his classes down. To have the metalhead speak up the way he was meant that this was extremely important to him.

“Ugh it’s not fair!”, she shouted as she began stomping up the stairs.

“Crybaby!”

“SHUT UP, JAMES!”

“Alright!”, you yell sternly silencing everyone. “That’s enough! Good god and you want more kids.”, you sass pointing at Steve who tosses a playful smile your way as you start preparing dinner.

***

Softly grinning his way, you climb up Eddie’s frame on the bed and kiss along his bare stomach as you trace his tattoos up to his chest.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

The man exhales as he places his phone on the table and tenderly pets your head. The long-haired man over the years had aged like a fine wine and you still marveled at the fact that both these men were yours. While a lot of his features remained the same, you loved the little bits of scruff they both seemed to don the older they got. Eddie’s was always along his jaw line where Steve’s seemed to linger above his lip. Their eyes still remained bright with love and affection but the metalhead seem to have more indents of laugh lines that you constantly traced with your fingers as he slept.

Working at the mechanic shop for as long as he had, Eddie now had more defined lines in his arms and abs that you and Steve salivated over constantly. The latter man himself, while still lean and broad, started getting more of a soft belly that you absolutely loved. When his pants would hang low on his hips, you found yourself staring till he teased you playfully.

“I hate when she’s upset.”

“I know but…she’ll get over it… she still loves you both.”

“I know…Do you really think we were overreacting?”

“No.”, Steve cut in as he leaned into the doorframe of the bathroom while he flossed his teeth.

“No one asked you, Harrington.”, you teased causing them both to chuckle. “I think that you’re her father and you just want her to be safe. You know we can trust her to make the right choices? Right?”

Your phone begins to vibrate but after Eddie reaches for it to hand it to you, he recognizes the number immediately and answers it for you.

“Hop? Is everything ok?”

“Dad? Where’s mom?”

“Aurora?” The sound of her name had you and Steve coming to attention as he came further into the room. A thought hits him and he promptly opens the bedroom door before you hear the sound of him running up the stairs. “Aurora Munson-Harrington, why are you calling from a police station?”

“Um…is mom there?”

“Answer me.”

“I, um, I may have snuck out and went to hang out with my friends…but dad, I swear to God, I had no idea a full-blown party was going on! As soon as I realized, I tried to leave but that’s when Chief Hopper arrived.”

As she spoke, Steve came back and began digging for clothes to change into.

“I’m so sorry. Can mom come and pick me up?”

“We’re on our way.”

“Dad, wait--!”

“What happened?”, you ask as you watch him hang up and throw on a shirt his husband handed him. “Is she ok?!”

“She’s fine. Stay here and we’ll be right back.”

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You paced in the living room as you waited for them to come back home.

45minutes later, your daughter slowly came through the door with Eddie’s jacket wrapped around her shoulders and both men filled with anger that you could tell they were trying to keep in check.

Gesturing with your head towards the back door, everyone followed as Ro took a seat on one of the patio chairs.

“What happened, Aurora?”

You daughter hung her head as she fiddled with her fingers just like she used to do when she was smaller.

“She was arrested for being at a party where alcohol was being served since she’s underage. Hop said she was out back making out with some boy.”, Steve grumbled as he leaned against the banister.

“We weren’t making out…”

“Aurora, you’re in an extreme amount of trouble so I would be very careful with what you say.”, Eddie growled, exhaling the smoke from the cigarette between his fingers.

“I didn’t know it was going to be a party. When I got there—”

“How did you get there?”

“I-I walked.”

“At 11pm in that short skirt and tank top?”

“Amber isn’t far—”

“Not the point!”

“Eddie…”, you warned and he flashes you an annoyed look in return. “When you got there what, Ro?”

“There were so many kids and everyone was drinking. I felt uncomfortable so I went out back to hang out with Chase. I swear all we did was talk until Chief Hopper got there. Until then…”

You knew. You were her age once and you knew she was terrified of talking about intimate details in front of her protective fathers.

“You just kissed.”

When she nodded all of your mom instincts went into gear knowing she wanted to talk to you about it. She had really cared about this boy for a while and as far as you knew this was her first kiss which was now being overshadowed by the chaos of the evening.

“I’m really sorry…”

“You’re grounded, Ro, till we come up with something better. No phone, no computer, and you come home immediately after school.”

“That’s all we’re going to do, Steve? She sneaks out, goes to a party, makes out with some kid who I’m going to have some words with by the way!”

As her eyes widen, you step towards her and place your palm on her shoulder.

“It’s been a long night. Everyone is a bit over amped. Let’s sleep on it and—”

“Why are you doing that, Y/N?! Why do you keep undermining us?!”, Eddie shouted as you tilted your head at his tone.

“Go upstairs, Aurora, and give me your phone.” She nods, doing as you ask before disappearing inside. “I’m not undermining you. I’m just as pissed off as you are, Eddie, but I think you’re reacting a bit too emotionally.”

“Well, I think you’re underreacting! She went to jail, Y/N! Snuck out, walked around in those clothes and went to a fucking party!”

“Was she actually charged?”

“No. He let her go saying it was a warning.”, Steve replied flatly. “I don’t know. I get what you both are saying but this isn’t ok, Y/N.”

“I’m not saying it is. I’m just saying my daughter had a lot of firsts tonight and I can see she’s overwhelmed. Let her process things, baby.”

After tossing his cigarette over the banister, he grumbled under his breath as he stomped into the house and slammed the bedroom door for emphasis. Your eyes met the other man’s as he sighed and rubbed his eyes with his palms.

“Fuck… what is it with our children and sneaking out?” You can’t help but laugh as you wrap your arms around him and he kisses the top of your head. “I hope you know I want to kill that boy to.”

Your giggle turns into a cackle as he guides you back inside.

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“Hey, you.”, you murmur softly when you wake up to find Aurora sitting at the kitchen table doodling on her sketchpad. “Why are you up so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep…”

“I understand. Would you like me to make you something to eat?” After she shakes her head, you slide into a chair beside her and glance at the picture she was absently sketching of the flowers on the table Eddie had brought you the other day. “When I was a bit younger than you…I was so in love with boy, I swear I thought we were going to get married on day. His name was Michael and he was this skater type guy with like this shaggy blond hair I thought was so cool.”, you giggled as your daughter smiled.

“He took me on a date to this pond near our house and we walked around talking about stupid shit. I remember he pulled on my wrist to stop us before kissing me. Oh my God, Ro, it was my first kiss and I was so terrified. While his lips were on mine I kept thinking ‘Is this how it’s done? Do I turn my head? Do I stay still? Should I grab his cheek like in the movies?’ When it was over he smiled at me and said something about how my lips tasted good.

I had no idea what that meant! I was so focused on if I was doing everything right I didn’t even enjoy the aspects of the actual kiss.”, you laugh. “Your grandfather HATED him. Michael introduced himself and my dad grilled him so hard, I was so embarrassed. After that, I tried to hide any guy I was dating but he always found out. It’s funny thinking about that now because I know for a fact he would have been on your dads so fast. Probably say something snarky about Eddie’s long hair or Steve being ‘too pretty’. Jesus… he would have loved them.”

“How do you know?”

“Because as an adult and becoming a parent myself, I know my dad wasn’t doing that to be mean or anything. He loved me and Aunt Kerria and he wanted any man in our life to know that if they ever hurt us, they’d be screwed.”

Your daughter nodded as you gently pet her wavey hair.

“Mom? Do you think…dad hates me now…after what I did?”

“No, no sweetheart—”

“I’ve never seen him be angry like that—”

“I know, Ro, hey…look at me. Even though he was upset that’s never going to erase how much both those men love you. You’re their first and only girl because fate seems to want both of us outnumbered in this household.”, you joke as you both giggle. “They just want their little girl to be safe…”

“Why in God’s name are you two weirdos up so early?”, Steve asked groggily as he sauntered out rubbing his face with an equally wild haired Eddie promptly heading for the backdoor to go smoke.

Rising to her feet, she tackled her arms around her father whose eyes widen with surprise before she lets him go to follow the metalhead out onto the patio.

“She ok?”

“Yeah…just some growing pains.”, you beam as you get up to sit in his lap and fold into his chest.

***

“Dad? May I sit with you?”, Aurora asks, standing behind him till she gets confirmation and sits with her legs crossed beside him on the stairs. “I’m, um, I’m really sorry for sneaking out and going to Amber’s. I swear I didn’t know it would be a party and I didn’t even think about my clothes and—”

“Did you know when you were a baby, Dylan went missing for a few hours?” Eddie inhaled his cigarette as she shook her head. “His biological father just took him from school without telling any of us and scared Y/N half to death. He called me and told me where he was; I didn’t even hesitate to get him and was prepared for a fight that thankfully didn’t happen. I remember that relief though, when I picked him up and held him in my arms… then that anger that I pushed down of wanting to murder this man for not only what he did but hurting your mom.

People hurt her all the time even now… sometimes they still call her a whore or parents will say something about not wanting Steve to teach their kids because of our relationship… I see that every day and I push it down, you know? Your mom says I can’t fight everyone but…”, he sighs as he playfully rolls his eyes and Ro laughs. “What if while you were out one of these people tried to hurt you? We didn’t know you were gone, baby, and then you were at Amber’s without her parents…I was a kid to. I mean what if someone tried to take advantage of you or—”

“Dad! Dad… hang on. That’s so many what if’s…What if none of that happens and I don’t enjoy my life? I know what I did was wrong and I really am sorry for sneaking out. I swear I won’t do that again but I also need you to trust me when it comes to people in my life. Chase is a nice guy and he wouldn’t take advantage or anything like that. Plus, I know if he did you, dad, and Dylan would kill him.”

“Pfft, that’s for damn sure.”, he jokes as he opens his arm to pull her close. “I love you, sweetheart, so much.”

“I love you to, dad.”

After finishing his cigarette, they both come inside causing you and Steve to pull your lips apart.

“You see? You see what happens when you let that heathen behavior run rampant?”

“Shut up, Eddie.”, you tease as your husband and daughter laugh. “Go get some sleep, Ro. We’ll talk later.”

As soon as she disappears up the stairs, the pretty boy places light, feathery kisses on your neck.

“Someone’s in a frisky mood this morning. What?”, he asks when you lightly giggle.

“Frisky…you’re such an old man.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you’ve dealt with two teens. I’m going to look like the crypt keeper by the time Ethan is in high school.”

Your laugh grows as he takes you off Steve’s lap and throws you over his shoulder to bring you back to your bed room.

“What about the next one?”

“Next one what?”, he asks after tossing you onto the mattress and climbs up your frame before your hand on his chest gives him pause.

“I thought you wanted to have one more…one more baby…”

“Oh, yeah, of course. Steve wanted like six so I’m down for a little litter.”

Again, you stop him and his eyes flood with worry.

“I just…we agreed that I stop taking my pills…and the doctor said starting yesterday I should be good…but Eddie, if you want to wait or stop—”

His lips on yours cut you off as he smiles against them.

“Sweetheart, I want to… you’ll just be pushing me and Stevie around in wheelchairs with Oxygen tanks…”

“Calm down, Munson.”, Steve chuckles as he tenderly pets his messy bedhead.

“Hey, call it karma for what all these kids have done to my body.”

Both men blink, looking down at you as if you had just said something insane.

“Honey, your body is still just as beautiful as the day we met you.”

“Hm.”

“No, no, no. Don’t sassily HM him.”, Eddie teases. “You are, baby. This sexy nose…” You giggle as he places a light kiss on the tip, trailing them down as he names off parts of your form. “These yummy lips, your gorgeous arms…” When he gently bites the little bit of flab on your bicep you squeak as you push at his chest and he laughs a husky laugh that has you swooning.

Pushing up his old Corroded Coffin shirt you had fallen asleep in, his mouth and nose run along your stomach as Steve occasionally places tender kisses against the side of your face.

“Even this scar on your tummy…”

Both men heavily sigh at the memory as the metalhead places his forehead against your c-section scar. Dylan and Aurora told you the entire story after the boys had finally fallen asleep in your hospital room after Ethan was born.

Something happened during the labor where he needed to be taken out as soon as possible and both men held your hands in that operating room whispering comforts as you worried. The last thing you remember was hearing your son cry before your vision blurred and you passed out.

The doctors said what happened wasn’t entirely uncommon. Your blood pressure dropped but at the time neither man knew or understood what was happening as they were pushed out of the room.

“Wait! What do you mean somethings wrong?! Is our son ok?!”

“Yes, Mr. Harrington, from what we can tell. A nurse has already taken him to be examined. We need to focus on the mother—”

“What wrong with Y/N?!”

“We don’t know, Mr. Munson. Now please—”

“No! That’s our wife! We need to stay with her!”

Aurora said that was the first time she ever saw Steve cry while they were forced to sit in the waiting room for any news. Dylan was able to talk Eddie outside to smoke hoping to calm his nerves as he paced back and forth not wanting to miss any news.

When you woke up hours later, the metalhead was clinging to your hand while the other boy pet Ro’s curls while she and James slept against his sides. The machine attached to you began rapidly beeping as your panicked eyes looked around.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, everything’s ok, baby, breathe.”, Eddie tried to soothe as both men hovered over you.

“E-E-Ethan—”

“He’s fine, honey, he’s alright.”

“Where’s my baby?”

“Y/N, breathe.”, Steve instructed as he placed both palms on either side of your face. “He’s ok. The doctors are still checking him out but they said he’s doing good. You passed out but your doctor said you’d be ok as long as you stay calm.”

You blinked as your hand clutched his wrist and you nodded even as you began to cry.

“Don’t you ever scare us like that again.”, he whispered as he kissed your forehead before moving aside so Eddie could hug you to his chest.

Your hand reached down to tangle his hair and he softly smiled as he turned to kiss the base the of your palm.

“Don’t even get me started on these sexy thighs. You know how much I love them.”, he teases as he lightly slaps your inner leg. “Well don’t be silent, Stevie. Tell her how beautiful she is.”

Tugging on the man’s arm, they exchange a soft kiss before he places himself between your legs and lifts one over his shoulder.

“I’m pretty sure I started this conversation but…”, he chuckles breathily as his forehead falls on yours while he guides his cock inside you. “Fuck I could talk about how gorgeous you are all day, baby.”

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you to, honey. Jesus, you feel so good.”, your husband moans as he slowly thrusts his hips.

His warm breath fans your face till his bites his bottom lip and you both crane your neck to see Eddie tossing the bottle of lube to the side before lining himself up with his own husband’s entrance.

“I love you, Eddie.”

The pretty boy’s head leans back and his eyes close as the metalhead gradually pushes his length into him, pressing his chest to his back and kissing his shoulder as his chocolate eyes met yours.

“I love you to, sweetheart.”

As both men pump their hips, you struggle to keep your eyes open as you watch them above you. How did you get so lucky to find not one but two perfect men? Men who cared about you and their children with every fiber of their being.

It had almost been 20 years since that fateful day when your six-year-old knocked on their door, thrusting them into your lives and you were thankful for every second.

“Shit, that’s it, Steve.”, the long-haired boy praised as the other man picked up his pace desperate for a release and knowing your morning windows of time were short. “M-Make our girl cum.”

With each slam of his cock deep within your pussy, Steve pushed back even harder against Eddie meeting his hips with a harsh, obscene slap. Dropping your leg to the mattress, he fell against you and sucked on your neck making your eyes roll shut as your mouth fell open.

“Please…please, Steve…I’m gonna—”

A large palm covered your mouth as you mewled loudly, arching your back as you came hard, squeezing his dick like a vice as if begging for his release which he obliged; trembling on top of you as he coated your walls.

Eddie soon followed, muffling his cries in the other man’s shoulder as his arms wrapped around him and he thrust his spend into him.

“When…when you came…”, he panted after a few seconds. “…did you think ‘Girl. We need to have a…girl…’”

You and Steve laughed as they both tumble to the mattress beside you.

“I told Ro that fate wants us outnumbered in this house.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if I could have that time of the month talk again.”

“Um, excuse me. You didn’t have that talk with her, Steven, I did.”, you jest eliciting a smile from them both.

“My little girl.”, Eddie sighs sullenly.

“She’s not a little girl anymore, baby. I know that’s hard to accept, trust me. With Dylan…he’s always going to be my baby. They all are but…you both have to let her grow up.”

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A soft knock at the door has Aurora start to head for the stairs before you quickly grab her arm and place your finger over your mouth in a shushing motion while you two sit on the top step.

“Hi. Um, you must be, Mr. Harrington. I’m, um, Chase. Is…Ro…Aurora here?”

“Come inside, Mr. Block.”, he commands in that teacher tone you know all to all.

“Yes, sir. Hi, Mr. Munson. I’m—”

“Sit down, son.”, he orders in a deep voice that has you covering your mouth trying to hide your laughter.

“He sounds like Wayne.”, you whisper as you lightly push your daughter’s arm who tries to stifle her own giggles.

“After what happened last week, you’re lucky to be taking her anywhere.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Harrington. I promise nothing like that will happen again. I didn’t know Amber was throwing a party either but I didn’t want to leave Aurora there alone.”

“What are your plans tonight?”

“We’re going to see a movie and then getting pizza after, sir.”

“Ok, I want her home at 9pm sharp. If my daughter isn’t here by 9:01, I’ll call the cops. Do you hear me?”

“Edward!”, you shout as your daughter gives you a panicked look and you take her hand to lead her down the stairs. “Her curfew is at 10 so please have her back by then, Chase. If you’re late we won’t call the cops but, sweetie, you’re lucky you’re getting this date so don’t push it.”

“Yes, ma’am, I promise. Wow, Ro, you look gorgeous.”

“Ok, guys. I love you!”, Aurora tries to hurry as she collects her things and starts to push her date towards the door.

“You have your phone?”, Eddie asks as they start both start to follow before you grab their wrists keeping them in place.

“Yes, dad!”

“Ok, call us if you need anything—!”

Steve exhales and places his free hand on his hip when the door shutting interrupts him.

“She’s going to be fiiiiiine.”, you sooth as you circle your arms around him. “9pm.”

“What? That’s a reasonable time!”

“Uh huh.”, you joke as you hug Eddie and press your face into his chest.

“She’ll be fine.”, he repeats, reassuring himself before you tilt back to kiss his lips.

“She will. ‘Sit down, son’.”, you mimic, his jaw dropping in faux shock as you cackle. “I’m gonna tell Wayne and validate those ‘when you become a parent one day’ feels he probably scolded you with when you were our daughter’s age.”

“Not if I kill you first.”

He bolts after you as you give chase to the living room where your youngest jumps in front of you and holds up one of Ro’s old light sabers.

“My mama!”

“Hmmm…I see you’ve gone to the dark side, boy…”, Eddie mimes the voice of the villain and grabs Ethan lifting him in his arms to spin him upside down causing him to laugh as he drops his weapon. “Harrington! Help me!”

“You’ll have to go through me!”, James announces as he places himself where Ethan had been and you beam wide as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Steve smirks as he finds his own saber and turns it on allowing it to glow.

“You can’t protect the Queen forever, young Munson-Harrington.”, he responds lightly before running forward to playfully attack his son.

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college au!chase davenport x fem!reader

summary: you're a college student. you go on a date with adam, the campus' fuckboy, but you didn't know he had a brother...

cw: kinda nsfw!! swearing, mentions of sex/hooking up, heavy make out in a public place, you and chase get reaaally touchy, adam's an asshole (sorry adam). that's it :)

a/n: part 2 here!! this is not what i was going for when writing another chase x reader but i thought "fuck it, chase smut"

minors do not interract!!

"y/n guess what, this guy at the party yesterday told me he saw you on campus and wanted to ask you out so i told him we're roommates and he gave me his number." your roommate says, the morning after she went to a frat party.

"wait really? what's his name?" you reply with a mix of surprise and excitement in your voice.

"adam davenport"

"oh my god that fuckboy wanted my number?!" you say, kind of disappointed. frat guys weren't really your type and adam was definitely the complete opposite of what you want in a guy. he is known on campus for two things: his parties and being a total asshole to girls.

"i don't want anything to do with him, especially after my last relationship, i don't need a guy like that."

"you don't have to date him, what you need is a rebound to forget your ex. go out with him, hook up and then leave, that's what he does anyway." your friend's plan wasn't that bad, you take it into consideration.

"to be fair, adam is kinda hot and i do need a rebound..sure i'll text him, why not."

adam didn't live on campus, he had a small apartment downtown his father paid for so he didn't have to live in the dorms. after a bit of texting he asked you to come over to his place. you didn't expect much from this date, your idea was to follow your roommate's plan and you made sure to look your best in order to go through with it.

"hey, come on in." adam says opening the door for you. the apartment was small but tidy. you enter the apartment and make your way into the living room, which was an open space including the kitchen. sitting at the kichen island was a brunette guy with a black long sleeve tshirt, focused writing something on his laptop. he looks away from the screen the moment he hears your voice.

"hi, I'm y/n."

"oh, he's my brother, chase. we're roommates, don't pay attention to him."

"you're in college too, chase?" you ask.

"yeah i'm a physics major." he looks at you and slightly smile, a small dimple forming on his cheek.

"no way i'm a physics major too, how come i've never seen you at the lectures?"

"getting noticed by girls is not his strong suit. why don't we go to my room, we can watch a movie." adam says quickly, trying to get you away from his brother. it was clear he wasn't supposed to be there but adam couldn't do anything about it.

instead, you get closer to chase "what are you working on?"

"i'm writing a paper on the poly-exclusion principle. it's weird, usually the girls adam brings home don't do this much talking. they aren't physics major either. " he stops writing and leans a bit onto the table to get closer to you. he looks at you with that slight smile. his eyes were like watercolors, brown blue and green swirling together, framed by the fair mauve color of the skin underneath. he wasn't getting as much sleep as he should be.

you want to reply but his beauty his mesmerizing. his ruffled brown hair, his rosy lips, his hands, which had a dash of red on the knuckles from the cold weather. you just can't look away.

"ok that's enough small talk, let's go y/n" adam interrupts your brief conversation, taking you by the arm and slowly leading you to the corridor.

"if you're going to have sex please be quiet. i have a lot of work to do." chase says loudly as the two of you walk away.

how many girls does he bring home? do i really wanna be just a number? you think as you walk into adam's room. you start to reconsider your plan, you aren't so sure you want to hook up with him anymore.

adam's laptop is set on the bed, a movie playing in the background. you're making out but it's not leading anywhere, too many thoughts going through your head.

"so...you wanna hook up or..?" adam pulls away from the kiss.

"uhh..i-"

adam stops you mid sentence "it's ok if you don't, but if we're not gonna do it then imma ask you to leave."

"what?" his audacity baffles you.

"yeah imma be honest, that's the only reason i asked you out so if you're not cool with that there's no reason to keep this going. i actually have another girl i gotta call-"

"oh my fucking god you cannot be serious." you stand up, hastily gather your things and head to the door.

"what? i said i was gonna be honest." adam says suprised.

"listen i knew you were famous for one night stands but jesus fucking christ have some tact!" you open the front door and leave, swinging it close behind you.

"byee! have a good night!" chase shouts, sitting in the same spot with his eyes glued to the screen. "well that's a first! she was nice."

"fuck off chase."

the next day you decided to spend the afternoon studying at the campus' library. you arrive later than you usually do and hope to still find a good spot. after a some wondering around you see a familiar figure sitting at a table with a laptop open. the brown haired boy from the previous night sitting at the table alone, you walk over to him.

"hey, chase, right?" you remembered his name, matter of fact you thought about him a lot after leaving adam's apartment, there's something about him that just pulls you in you can't help it.

"hey, good to see you here." he smiles again, this time showing his pearly white teeth.

"mind if i sit here with you?"

"no, not at all."

"how's the paper turning out?" you pick the the seat right across him.

"It's driving me insane, i think i spent so much time writing it I'm starting to show signs of severe sleep deprivation. how about you? what are you studying?" he rubs his tired eyes and run his fingers through his already messy hair. that boy seriously needs to sleep.

"i'm just going over some course material. I've missed a couple lectures, not that the professor knows how to teach this stuff anyway." you say as you take out your books and laptop out of your bag.

"i can help you out if you want." he leans a bit to see what material you're going to revise.

"that would be great, actually. thank you so much."

a few hours go by and now the room you're in is basically empty, the only sound filling the deep silence is the quiet mormouring of you and Chase talking. the two of you are now sitting next to eachother, not really studying, you gave that up around half an hour ago.

"by the way i'm so sorry about adam, he can be a real asshole sometimes."

"don't worry about it. if i knew he had a brother i wouldn't have gone out with him." a light chuckle leaves your mouth as you finish your sentence, then you realize the words you just pronounced. you turn your eyes upon chase and see him with his head lightly tilted, a smirk on his face and his watercolored eyes gazing at you with a glimpse of amusement. he chuckles.

"i'm sorry, that was weird. forget i said that. what i meant was adam's not my type anyway." an even worse feeling washes over you, god why can't i just shut up your thoughts are interrupted suddenly by chase's low and soft voice.

"what's your type then?" so many words fill up your thoughts but none are coming out. you stare at his lips, his soft, plum, roseate lips that had a blood colored aura in the center. you want to know what it's like to kiss them, to bite them, to feel them all over you, to feel them brush against your neck as he whispers sweet words to you.

you don't say anything, your body leans closer to him and you slowly close your eyes, all of a sudden you feel your lips meeting with chase's for a quick moment. your eyes open again and your faces are inches apart. chase places carefully a hand on your cheek and gently places his lips back on yours. he moves with such care it seems if he kisses you any harder you're going to break. he kisses you so tenderly it sends chills down your spine. he's so gentle and warm, it's like cold was the only thing your body has ever known until he touched you and heated you up.

he brushes his tongue against your lower lip and haltingly pushing it into your mouth, making your tongue swirl together. you felt your body get even hotter, your heart starts to race, his tongue felt so good you didn't want the kiss to end. his hands start to wonder down your body, feeling every curve, caressing you, studying your shape with his fingertips. his hands go down until they reach your hips, then they slowly make their way back up. he stops right underneath your breasts. your body's craving more of his touch. you need to feel him. all of him. you move one of his hand up and he cups one of your breasts squeezing it, making you moan softly into the kiss. your sweet sounding moan makes his lungs clench and cheeks burn. as he starts to lightly circle around your nipple with his thumb your hands travel up his thighs and get closer to his groin. his pants are getting tighter.

just like that chase pulls away from the kiss and moves his hands away. "we're in public, i think we went a little too far."

you laugh, "yeah i- uh, i think so." you don't care, truth be told if it were for you, you'd be bent over the table with your pants pulled down and chase pumping his dick into you. you couldn't care less about someone accidentally seeing you, you need more of his touch. you've never craved anything more than this. you need him.

"It's getting late, we should go." chase starts to gather his things. "we- uh, we should study together again...sometimes."

"yeah, sure uh...here..take this." you rip a piece of paper from your notebook, write your number on it and hand it to him. "text me, or call me or whatever you want." you pack your things.

"sure i'll see you at the lecture, goodnight." chase leaves and as he walks out of the library he looks at the small piece of paper.

"adam's gonna kill me"

a/n: thanks for reading <33 PART 2

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rhainoplasty · 22 days ago

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steal you away

ahn su-ho x reader

p.s - it's my first time writing a fic + english isn't my first language so bear with me !! this fic is inspired by a c.ai bot that i once talked to (i can't find it 😔)

(i may or may not have overused semicolons and em dashes, i'm terribly sorry 😓)

You and Su-ho are two peas in a pod, despite being polar opposites. He’s the warmth in your icy, sharp personality. You’re content with your dynamic, an inch away from more than just friends.

You’re studying; the cold night breeze seeps into your room through the half-open window. A damp, earthy fragrance hangs in the air, making you half-conscious—the world softens, blurring at the edges.

The buzz of your phone snaps you out of it. You rub your eyes before checking the notification.

Message from Su-ho:

Su-ho – You awake? Look outside your window.

The message is succinct, but it makes you feel something—nervousness, maybe anticipation?

You look out your window. Su-ho leans against his motorcycle, waving an extra helmet. A smile touches your lips. You type a message back.

(reader) – Wait, why are you outside??

Su-ho – Instead of smiling, find an excuse and come down. I’m stealing you away tonight.

You go downstairs, telling your parents you need to get something from a friend’s house. Su-ho grins when he sees you.

“My dear, (reader)! You look frightful; have you perhaps expired from studying?” he teases. You shoot him a mock-irritated look. He gently places his spare helmet on your head, securing it.

“You do know I could put my own helmet on, right?” you say with a hint of sarcasm.

He chuckles. “Just to be sure,” he replies.

You hop on the motorcycle, and he starts the engine. You hold onto his shoulders. Before you know it, you’re speeding through the city like two teenagers who have finally been set free. After about thirty minutes, you arrive at a quiet beach under the starlit sky. Waves lap gently against the shore; a light wind makes the palm trees rustle.

It’s beautiful, you think. Is this what you’ve been missing?

“Do you want to go closer?” Su-ho asks, locking eyes with you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sure,” you reply, almost too quickly. The way his eyes light up… it makes you feel something you don’t want to acknowledge. It’s that spark, that special light you’ve never seen in anyone else’s eyes, not even when you won your medals.

You follow him to the shore. You both settle on the soft sand; it feels as though you are a child again—the scent of the beach reminds you so much of your home, pure, lively, and calm—it’s nice here.

“How’d you know I’d love it here?” you ask, looking at Su-ho.

“You once mentioned living near the beach as a child, and you seemed really happy talking about it,” he replies, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips

“You remember small details, huh?” you tease.

“You’re sooo vain,” he says with a dramatic eye roll, making you laugh.

“Aren’t you tired though? Your shift just finished.”

“I’m used to it; besides, I’ve been planning on taking you here.”

You feel your cheeks flush; you silently hope the starlight isn’t revealing the redness of your face

“Hey, remember when we first met?”

You turn your head away and admire the gentle lapping of the waves. “Hmm, when you got our address wrong and almost got lost trying to deliver food?” you ask, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Hey! I didn’t get lost, your house just had no sign whatsoever, and that’s our second time meeting” he says with a pout. You try your best to remember your first encounter, but before you can guess, he interrupts you.

“It was when you gave me a handkerchief when you saw me crying. I looked at you and realized you hadn’t even looked up from the book you were reading,” he pauses, turning his head in your direction and looking at you before resuming.

“At first, I found it weird; it seemed like you were apathetic, but you were kind enough to lend me your handkerchief.”

The memory becomes clear. You handed him the handkerchief not because you cared, but because he looked miserable—or you convince yourself so—it hadn’t registered then, but you felt relieved when you saw him let out his tears.

“I liked you since then,” his words make you shoot your head in his direction; it feels as if your body moves on instinct. The way he says it sounds nothing like your usual banter; instead, he sounds so sincere, his eyes warm and intense.

“When you handed me that handkerchief, I planned on going to your school to return it, but then the night after, I found myself in front of you again.”

He pauses, taking a breath.

“I like you, but I was afraid that telling you this would ruin our friendship—but I can’t keep ignoring this aching feeling inside me. I like you because you’re you… you’re sharp and funny and kind, even when you don’t mean to be, and whenever I’m with you, it just feels so… right.”

He looks at you, a hopeful expression in his eyes. Does he always look this good?

“I… I like you a lot too…” you pause, smiling shyly. “Because you’re incredibly strong, not just physically as a good boxer, but the way you handle challenges is really admirable… It’s fascinating, seeing your altruism shining in everything you do and how much you care for your grandmother.”

You hide your blushing face in your trembling hands.

Su-ho gently traces the outline of your hands before lifting them carefully—his thumbs brush lightly against your cheeks—then softly, he leans in and kisses you; a tender press that speaks volumes.

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hunhoonie · 2 months ago

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when that one econ class' girl approached your table for the nth time that week, you couldn't help but sighed. sunghoon had complained about her before too. it wasn't really such a big deal: you were well aware your boyfriend was attractive, and probably would have to be blind to denied it; but it gets to the point were it was just annoying.

the both of you being quite reserved and introverted didn't do much for your relationship status, at least not for the newcomer strangers who, more often than not, assumed you were only and exclusively friends.

just as she was leaning down on the cafeteria table, her finger wrapping her own hair in the most cliché form a flirt can take, sunghoon cut her off "haeun, i'm pretty sure i already told you i have a girlfriend" his voice was calmed, not trying to insult the girl, yet tired from all the times he had repeated himself.

"you always say that but i've never seen you with her. are you making up excuses? i'm not pretty enough for you, is that it?" she pouted and leaned just a dash more, placing her hand on his forearm. his eyes widen, uncomfortably retractring from her touch, as your eyebrows peaked up, sudden urge filling your chest. now she was definitely crossing the line.

you usually didn't took part in these scenarios, confident enough that sunghoon would handle himself. and for the most part he did just fine, except the cases like this one.

"hey. haeun, right?" your voice came out dry, instantly capting her attention.

she turned in your direction, like it was the first time she registered your existence, as her brows frowned "what do you want?"

your lips quirked up just slightly, the half smile not reaching your eyes "glad you asked. would you be so kind as to leave my boyfriend alone at once?"

she blinked, astonished "wait you are…"

"yes" you interrupted "now would you please leave? i'm afraid you're ruining our lunch right now" it wasn't the norm to be this confrontational, but she had been getting on your nerves for quite some time now.

haeun lips opened, as if she was thinking about something to say, but after a second she dropped it. she looked between the both of you, mumbled a quick 'sorry' and walked away silently.

sunghoon looked at you, amused by the interaction, as you took a bite from your food as if nothing had happened "i may start to just shut up when someone comes up cause that was hot"

you raised an eyebrow, placing your chopsticks back down "you'd better not"

he just laughed "no worries, it's always a pleasure bringing you up"

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a handful of hours later, you were curled up in your couch. the thoughts rambled through your mind, contrasting with the comfort of the silence barely broken by the muffled sounds of the city.

"hoon" you spoke up softly due to your closeness. a quiet hum came instantly as response, his breath colliding with the exposed fraction of your neck.

"do you think was i too harsh on that girl earlier?" your tone hinted your discomfort on the issue.

sunghoon picked up on it immediately, lifting his head from the crook of your neck and shifting your positions to face you "why? you think you were?"

you bit your lip, thoughtful "i mean, i don't know. i just didn't intend for it to came out so… hostile, i guess?"

"oh, but you surely are way more aggresive than that" he smirked.

"sunghoon!" you slapped his shoulder, earning a giggle "i'm being for real right now"

"and so am i. did you not just attack me, you menace?" his dramatic words eased your inadverted tension, as a chuckle escaped your lips.

"that's more like it" he grinned at your reaction, wrapping his arms around your frame "and just for the record, i don't think you were too harsh. she didn't want to understand in the first place, so that's on her"

"i guess you are right" you melted into his hold, also surrounding his waist in return.

"obviously? i'm always right" he joked once again, starting a new bickering between the both of you. but it felt right.

because maybe people didn't get your relationship from the outside, but what truly mattered was that you understood it. and even though almost no one got to see you being truly yourself, sunghoon did; and so did you with him.

you didn't needed to prove a thing to anyone, cause what really proved it was the moments like this: just cuddling on your living room, playing with the flour when you suggested to make cookies or trying out the clothes sunghoon bought for you cause it was "exactly the same same outfit you put on that sim you made".

and you wouldn't change it for anything.

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hehe-69 · 2 months ago

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꧁༺ 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 ༻꧂

Part 15

A Jacob x reader long fic

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 aka pretty much the best thing I’ve ever written, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

La Smut

Warnings: FLUFF, QUIL AND READER HEART TO HEART, FOUND FAMILY, SOFT JACOB, LOTS AND LOTS OF FLUFF, A DASH OF ANGST, WOLFPACK, PAUL A OLDER BROTHER, PAUL BEING A SOFTY, QUIL X EMBRY MOMENTS

Not proofread…non of my parts are so sorry if it’s hard to read🤣

Summary: Dinner time described in more detail and a continuation of the night. A dive into Quil’s sibling like bond between reader. Lovesick Jacob Black and his dad who loves the both of you.

Tag list: @coldonez aka my wife

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THE DINNER

It’s surprising, how easily you all fall back into this family like setting. All it took was some arguing and forgiveness. It’s so comforting, for a while you were so afraid you’d never have this family together again.

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At the dinner table you sit with Jacob to your left and Leah to your right. You and her spend time talking and making fun of the way Jared stuffs his face. “Dude slow the hell-“SUCK MY TITS!” Jared shouts out interrupting Jacob who was trying to speak. Instantly Jacob starts wheezing, Jared said it in such an aggressive and demonic manner that it made you all laugh. You hold onto Jacob’s arm as you laugh out loud.

That moment is what breaks the ice between you all, and you begin laughing and picking on one another. But also sharing some sentimental moments between each other.

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Paul pretends to start falling alseep as Jared tells him how much he loves him. “You’re like the best asshole of a brother I could’ve ever hoped for.” Jared fake cries and then stops as Paul begins snoring. “Hey wait-Paul I love you man-PAUL WE HAVE TEQUILA!” Paul shots up at that and grabs onto Jared. “WHERE?!!??”

—

There was infact no Tequila so Jared was throttled like a chicken by Paul for 30 minutes…I’m afraid to report that sadly…sadly Jared did in fact survive…so disappointing.

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“LEAH I COULD LITERALLY KISS YOU RIGHT NOW!” You say aggressively holding onto her shoulder. She gave you HER dinner roll when Jared took the last one before you could gab it. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment.” She says with fake desperation, and you and her lean in but fail to seal the deal as you both start laughing.

Jacob chuckles at your antics, in the past he might’ve gotten jealous. But he’s so comfortable in your relationship and he trusts you so deeply…he also knows that you joke around with Leah about being lovers all the time.

—

You notice that Quil is letting himself actually soak up the love and affection Embry gives him during the dinner. He leaning into Embry, letting his boyfriend keep and arm over his chair, it’s nice seeing how happy and relaxed Quil is in this moment.

But you can’t help but notice the underlying guilt and shame that still wears down his frame.

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As you’re helping clean up the dinning room, Quil joins in. Working wordlessly beside you as you both collect the dishes. You work on clearing them off and preparing then to be washed as he gets the sink and soap ready.

You sit with him, leaning in the counter and watching silently as he washes the dishes. Before he speaks up. “I don’t want to be like him…but I don’t know how to stop myself from becoming like my dad.” He just whispers it out, to anyone else, this might’ve seemed random but you have learned to read Quil very well. Enough to know he’s been torturing himself over the fright you two had. As much as he tires to hide it, this boy really does wear his heart on his sleeve.

“Just let yourself be happy Quil, let yourself be loved…you don’t have to be afraid of it anymore.” You pause eyeing his facial expression. “Embry is not going anywhere and you always have me here to talk to.” Your tone is soft as you speak to him, theres no one in the kitchen but you two. You eye him carefully as he continues to wash the dishes in silent contemplation, he looks tired, worn out from everything. All the pretending that he’s subjected himself to, the fighting, all the running he’s been doing for years. It’s no secret to you that Quil feels ashamed of who he is still, you know he always hears his parents words in the back of his head, telling him things and replaying thier disappointment in him.

“Quil, you don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not anymore.” You whisper out, and you feel your face begin to frown. Quil is such a beautiful person, he deserves to let lose and be as easy going as he so deeply wants to be. “We all see you, we all love you, we accept you and we will never abandon you or make you feel unlovable.” Quil puts the plate he was washing down in the sink. He puts his wet hands on the sides of the sink, head down so you can’t see his face through the curtain of his curly hair. To him, he’s really soaking in your words, he wants to be different, he doesn’t want to be like his dad. But to you, you fear for a second that you have taken it too far.

Before you can even begin to apologize, Quil pulls you into a hug. He burrows his face in you neck and you realize he’s crying, softly and silently, like he’s spent years practicing how to fall apart alone and on his own terms. You sit there with him, holding on tightly as he cries softly, he’s hunched over you and you can feel how much weight he’s letting you help carry.

Quil, in his most raw and honest moments, is so wonderful. He’s goofy and sweet, goes with the flow and brings life into the room he walks in. But he’s spent so long hating who he is and how he feels, his parents have everything to with that. Telling him he’s too soft, that he shouldn’t feel things as deeply as he does, that he needs to man up, and that he can’t be in love with his best friend.

“The house is going to be empty tonight, so it’s as good a night as any for the next big step.” You feel Quil suck in a breath at that, it’s something the two of you had been discussing for a while before everything fell apart. “You’re loved by who you are as a person…not the performance you have had to put on just to survive.” You’ll never know how badly Quil needed to hear those words, how they heal him, make him brave enough to finally let himself go.

“I love you Quil, you’re the best brother I could’ve ever asked for…even if you eat all my snacks before I can so much as look at them.” You whisper out the last part quickly and tighten the hug as if you wished to squeeze him to death for such a betrayal. It does what you hoped it would, it makes Quil chuckle softly, and wetly through his silent tears.

“I’m so sorry for what I said Y/N,” Quil’s voice is full of regret and sorrow. “I hope you know that nothing could be farther from the truth. Jacob is crazy about you, he always has been.” Quil laughs and then continues. “I remember when he first realized he was obsessed with you, he came to me and Embry begging us to help him. Telling us that he didn’t want to ruin your friendship just because he fell in love. As if it wasn’t painfully obvious.” You laugh at that, pulling away to glare playfully at him.

“Are you saying I was horrifically oblivious?” Quil chuckles and shakes his head up and down. “Oh yeah, it was terrible.” You groan out at his teasing voice, shoving him away laughing. He was about to go off on a tangent. “I mean it was so hard to watch!” He says, gabbing a hold of you and shaking your shoulders. “Everyday was like AGONY! Y/N! AGONY!” Quil is on full drama mode, but you can’t help but laugh at how much of his soul he’s putting into his performance.

“Okay, okay, I get it Quil.” You try to sound exasperated but you’re too amused in this moment, and a laugh escapes you. “DO YOU DO YOU REALLY!” Quill shouts out and beofre he can continue Paul comes in and puts him in a head lock and ruffling his hair. “KEEP YOUR LOUD ASS VOICE DOWN!” Paul says laughing out as Quil starts fighting for freedom. “UNHAND ME YOU HEATHEN!!” Quil screeches out in an old English accent. And you laugh at them both as they begin to bicker and play fight. Eventually Quil wiggles his way out and starts running away from Paul.

He watches him run out the room laughing. Before playfully pushing your shoulder. “Told you I’d fuck up anyone who messes with you.” And you grin at Paul who looks so free and happy in this moment. “I love you man.” You say honestly and Paul groans out, throwing his hands up and pretending to be embarrassed at the display of affection. “Don’t go all soft on me now Y/N…I love you too asshat.” Paul mumbles out the last part before walking away to hunt down Quil.

You lean against the counter, it’s wired, just hours ago you thought nothing would ever be the same. But now, now this bond you all share is stronger then before…maybe change doesn’t have to be so horrible after all.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!” you scream out as a pair of warm arms warp around your waist lifting you up into the air. “HAHAHA AIR JAIL BITCH!!!” You hear Jared scream out, and instantly your kicking your leg hard trying to get him to let you down. “RELEASE ME!!!!” You screech out but Jared just giggles like a mad man. “ONLY IF YOU STOP LOOKING SO DEPRESSING ALL THE TIME!!!”

“UNHAND THEM YOU SWINE!” Quil shouts as he’s made his way back into the kitchen after running from Paul. “PAUL WILL SLAUGHTER US BOTH IF YOU DO NOT REALSE THEM YOU FOOLISH BLOAT!” Once again Quil speaks in an old English accent. And both Jared and Quil scream in horror as Paul comes barreling through the kitchen. Jared sets you down before booking it outside with Quil in toe.

Me and my sister do this shit all the time

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When it’s time to say your goodbyes and go back home, everyone is so clingy and lovey dovey. EVEN PAUL GIVES YOU A FULL ON BEAR HUG!

It’s all so sweet and warm it leaves you feeling fuzzy inside. You all squeeze into Jacob’s truck, Seth sits in the middle upfront with you and Jacob. As Embry, Quil and Leah sit in the back. It’s silent for a bit as you all get situated. Jacob starts the truck up and begins to drive away, waving back at Emily and Sam who wave goodbye from their spot on the porch.

“So Leah…tonight wasn’t nearly as bad as-“I KNOW QUIL YOU DONT HAVE TO RUB IT IN!”

———

Leah and Seth are dropped off at their house, and as you drop off Embry and Quil at yours you give Quil an encouraging thumbs up. He looks so nervous that you and Jacob start giggling at his pain from your seats in the front of the truck.

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GOING BACK TO JACOB’S HOUSE AFTER THE STEAMY SESSION

Before going to bed, you and Jacob talk about the night. He tells you about his talk with Sam, and how theu reached an understanding. He tells you that Sam said he admired Jacob for how hard he fought for what he believed to be right. Jacob told Sam that he just wishes that none of this happened to them.

You’d be back next week for game night.

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As you’re in the bathroom brushing your teeth, Jacob comes up behind you and wraps his arms around waist as he sleepy presses kisses to your shoulder and neck. You bring up your left arm to run your hand though his hair that is sticking up in all sorts of directions. Jacob is half awake as he kisses up to your jaw, and then pecks your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at you through the mirror. He’s hands mover to rub up and down your sides.

He eyes are half open and he’s got this sheepish smile on his face. “Morning.” He whispers out, his voice deep and sleep ridden in a way that heats up your face. “Good morning sleepy head.” You laugh out softly as you lean down to rinse out your mouth. Jacob is shirtless, he got to hot during the night and took off his tee.

When you lean back up Jacob turns you around to kiss you, you giggle at him leaning away covering his mouth. “Ewwww morning breath.” You say teasingly and he laughs softly. “Don’t care.” He mumbles against your hand and shoves it away. He has his arms wrapped around your waist again so you can’t escape. You give into the kiss smiling into it as you run your hands through his hair. Jacob breaths out happily through his nose as he kisses you.

When you pull away he chases after your lips. “You have to get ready.” You remind him laughing once more. “Just one more…please.” He asks and gives you the most desperate look he can muster. And you give in to kiss him once more.

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“Gotta say I’m gonna miss having you around all the time when you go back home.” Billy says as you and Jacob eat lunch with him. “Jacob is so much more tolerable with you around…I mean he just sulks around the house and-“Dadddd.” Jacob groans out in embarrassment. And you grin as you look at Billy, wordlessly begging him to continue. “It’s kind of depressing sometimes, watching him mopping about the house when he can’t see you.” As Billy continues to tell you all about Jacob basically acting like a lovesick puppy both around you and when you’re gone, Jacob covers his face with his hands.

You laugh with Billy and join in on the teasing of his son who has a look of pure betrayal by your actions. “I cannot tell you how happy I am that the two of you are finally together. I’ve been betting on this for years.” Billy looks really happy to see you every time you visit. On days that Charlie is over, he’s just as happy to see you.

…now that you think about it…Charlie doesn’t know Bella is better, he still thinks she’s sick…OH MY GOD WE FORGOT ABOUT POOR CHARLIE SWAN!!!

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IM BEGGING YOU GUYS PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE IN FUTURE PARTS IM RUNNING OUT IF IDEAS!

MOSTLY DUE TO THE FACT PAUL LAHOTE IS COMING FOR ME TO DRAG ME INTO A RABBIT HOLE OF OBSESSION

As always I hop yall enjoyed this part, this was supposed to be like a pallet cleanser after all the stuff I’ve put you readers through.

Next part will involve both you and Jacob talking to Charlie about Bella. Who DID NOT JUST THINK “oh I guess like just tell my dad I’m FUCKING DEAD AND CRUSH HIS SOUL!”

Feel free to comment what else you’d like to see in the next part.

Thanks for reading

Love ya🫶

Part 16

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kurocamille · 1 year ago

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❝maybe frat boys aren’t so bad (aka miscommunication leads to makeup sex?!) ❞

Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (second part of my frat!Bakugou series) mdni

part 1 / master list

5.3k+ words

after your hookup with Bakugou, somehow everyone knows. this means that you’re on mean girl Mika’s watchlist and that you’ll have to distance yourself from him. however, Bakugou gets it in his head that you don’t want to be with him, and when he sees you with Kirishima, he doesn’t think you’ll ever let him back in your life (or your bed). Turns out it was all just miscommunication…

warnings

part 2 of 2, jealous Bakugou, miscommunication trope, fingering, cunnilingus, hand job, blow job, making out, hickeys, he bites you once?, penis in vagina sex, loss of virginity, inexperienced reader, female/afab reader, creampie, “baby” as a pet name

It had been exactly one week since your night with Bakugou Katsuki. As you had expected, rumours about the two of you had reached far across campus in no time. After all, Bakugou is very popular.

Unfortunately, the result of this rumour was that everyone knew what happened… including Mika and her minions. So, last week, instead of waking up to an expected empty phone, it was instead alive with thousands of nasty messages.

When you opened them, the bulk of the message spam followed the same pattern. ‘You’re such a whore,” or “I can’t believe you’d steal Bakugou from Mika, you bitch,’ or, at worst, from the culprit herself, ‘I heard you got with Bakugou. If you think you can take him from me, you’re wrong. I’ve got loads of people who can fuck you up.’

Obviously feeling threatened, because only the lord knows what Mika can do with her money and power, you had chickened out and never replied to Bakugou’s message. No matter how much you wanted to see him again, it was not worth the damage Mika would inflict.

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Now, after seven days have gone by, all spent avoiding Bakugou like the plague, you finally think you can go to class and fly under the radar. You arrive on time as usual, sitting in the middle row of the lecture hall.

It’s a massive class, and although many people are already there, there are others filing in as the prof starts their lesson. You, being too engrossed in your note taking, don’t notice as a body slides into the empty seat beside you.

“Hey, what did I miss?” the voice says in a hushed tone.

You look up and see none other than Bakugou Katsuki, still very much blond and still very much attractive. Instead of replying you turn back to your notebook, tearing off a piece and quickly scribbling a message down.

You slip the note reading, ‘Literally nothing, pay attention during class!’ into Bakugou’s waiting hand. He huffs and attempts to speak to you again, but you face your paper and ignore whatever he’s saying.

“Please be quiet up there!” The professor calls him out, and he slouches down in his seat, begging for class to end.

After everyone finally gets dismissed, Bakugou tries to poke your shoulder to get your attention, but you’re already dashing out the door, praying that nobody saw you together.

“Wait, Y/N,” Bakugou calls for you, jogging to catch up to you. Damn him for having such long legs…

“Sorry, I can’t talk to you,” you reply. It comes out more harshly than expected, but no sense in trying to chummy up to him again if Mika was threatening you. So, you turn on your heel to leave him again.

“Just hear me out,” he blurts out, lightly grabbing your shoulder to make you face him.

You don’t move, instead you stand there with your hands on your hips, waiting for him to continue.

Finally, he gets the hint and speaks again. “I’m sorry if it was bad for you…”

What?! “It wasn’t bad for me, it’s just–”

“No, it’s okay if you don’t want to see me again, but I’d rather you tell it to me now, to my face,” he interrupts you mid sentence.

Ha, you think, Ironic that the frat boy doesn’t want to get ghosted, but as you had realized much longer before this, Bakugou is not your average frat boy. Although he looks like a pretty boy with no space for a committed relationship, he has much more depth than you could even imagine. Despite being a flirt and allegedly a playboy, Bakugou had only ever treated you with respect, so you suppose you at least owe him this one conversation.

“Bakugou,” you start, unsure of how to follow through to your point. “It wasn’t bad. If anything it was too good. I just– I just can’t afford to be seen with you.”

A hurt look flashes through Bakugou’s eyes before he gives a slow nod of understanding. “I get it, you don’t want to be with a guy like me. It’s alright, guess I won’t bother you anymore.”

“Wait, that’s not–” you start, but Bakugou is already walking away with his hands stuff in his pockets.

You stand in the middle of the busy hallway for a good few seconds before you hear a giggle that breaks you out of your daze. It’s Mika, she’s leaning on the wall we chatting to her friends.

“She’s almost as much of a player as Katsuki is,” she says to her friends in what she pretends is a whisper, but you know she wants you to hear.

“Yeah, but at least he’s good in bed. She seems like the desperate type.” All of them burst out into a fit of giggles. Y walk off, not even bothering to hear the rest of the conversation.

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A month later, you haven’t heard from Bakugou at all, his one lone message still sits in your inbox, unanswered. You can’t help but be a little upset knowing it could’ve happened if not for the circumstances. It doesn’t matter, though, as far as you know Bakugou got back with Mika for a bit, dumped her, and is now moving through girls like a snowplough.

You’re sitting in a cafe when somebody plops down in the booth in front of you. He seems to recognize you, but you can’t fully place his fiery red hair and toothy grin. “Hey, Y/N, right?”

You furrow your brows. “Who’s asking?”

He laughs heartily at your question. “Sorry, I thought you might remember me. I’m Kirishima Eijiro. I was at that party a few weeks ago.”

Looking down, you see him offer a hand, which you shake quickly before placing your hands back in your lap. Even though the issue with Bakugou and Mika had blown over, and you had fallen back into your mundane life, you were still trying to avoid anything “boys and Bakugou” related.

“Well, I’ve been having some concerns about my buddy,” he thinks out loud.

“Are you really certain I could do anything about this?” you reply hastily. Maybe you shouldn't have said that so soon.

“That’s the thing,” Kirishima replies. “I’m not tryna blame you or anything, but I think you might be causing some… altercations… in his sex life.”

You smack your hands down on the table, catching the attention of surrounding customers. “What?!” You sink back down after receiving a glare from a neighbouring table.

“I didn’t mean that it was bad!” Kirishima speaks for you as you drown in embarrassment.

“Sorry, you kind of implied it though.” The flush on your cheeks doesn’t dissipate.

“Right, actually, moreso the opposite. You might’ve heard Bakugou’s been sleeping around a lot. He and Mika are officially over this time. I’m not going to tell you why, but what matters is that he’s been trying to make up for losing you, at least I think,” Kirishima spills.

You make a non-coherent splutter, but Kirishima doesn’t let you reply. “I tried to tell him this was all about Mika and her stupid followers, but he’s not into socials, and he’s stubborn as hell, anyway. He believes you’re avoiding him because of his reputation, but you’ve gotta help me. He’s been insufferable lately, and even as a member of our frat, the number of girls he’s been with is getting slightly concerning.”

Kirishima looks at you with begging eyes, and you know it’s serious if he came to see you. You look down at your lap, your heart racing with confusion and anxiety.

“I’m sorry, but how can you be so certain? I’d like to help, really, but I’m not sure where I come in,” you say slowly.

“Call him or something. Give him some closure, and let him know it isn’t because of his “player” mentality or whatever he’s got stuck in his head.” Kirishima gets up and places a bill down to pay for your food.

Just then, a familiar figure passes by and notices you through the window. You’re too wrapped up in your conversation with Kirishima to notice the way they ball their fists and huff away.

“Thanks. Hope to see you around.” Kirishima leaves you sitting there confused.

You sit there in awe at the conversation. Why are you supposed to care about Bakugou’s overactive libido anyway?

Sighing, you stare at your empty cup and decide to leave the cafe. It turns out it’s just starting to rain when you trudge back to your dorms, and you get drenched.

—

That night, you lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Thoughts of Bakugou continue to invade your mind, and you hear yourself groaning in annoyance.

Maybe I should call him, you think. But, ugh, that’s kind of weird and pathetic.

However, the more you think about it, and him, the more your thoughts start to go back to your night in his car. You remember how it felt to have his big hands on your body, how they felt inside your–

You stop that thought before it can progress.

Again, you let your mind wander. If you think about it, if you actually wanted him again, would it really be fixing his libido? If it benefited both of you, it couldn’t be that awful to call him again.

Nevermind, you’re just thinking too much. How could you even consider it?!

Just go to bed, you beg yourself.

You stare up at the ceiling until your eyes blur out of focus, but somehow, somehow, everything leads back to him.

Flushing, you try not to think about his adept fingers moving in and out of you. Slowly, your panties get wetter and wetter, and you realize that the only way you’re ever going to get over him is by getting under him.

Finally, you decide to roll over and give in to your desires. The glow of your phone screen is glaringly bright, and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. When things come into focus, you unlock your phone and click on Bakugou’s number before you lose confidence

“Hello?” Bakugou’s raspy voice answers after five rings.

“Hey, Bakugou,” you whisper. “I wanted to tell you something. Don’t hang up, please.”

“Okay,” he yawns.

“Kirishima came to me today. Can we talk this over or something?”

“We are talking. And I know. I saw” is his gritted reply.

“You’re right, I’m in no place to be asking for anything. I’m sorry. I just need to talk to you in person. I need to get something off of my chest.”

“Oh, something? Or, somebody… like, Shittyhair?!” he practically seethes through the phone.

“Wait, what?!” you yelp.

“Why are you even calling me over if you’re with him.”

“What?” you repeat yourself. “I’m not with him?”

“You literally just said you saw him today,” he argues.

“That’s what I was calling about. He sai–” you start.

“If you’re coming to me with your boy problems, hang up.” You can tell he’s on the verge of leaving.

“No!” you huff madly. “If you’d let me finish, you’d know that he came to tell me he’s worried about you.”

“Oh, really? Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure you’ve been fucking, since apparently I wasn’t good enough for you, or whatever,” he replies angrily.

“I swear, Bakugou,” you sigh. “I haven’t been with anyone since our night together.

Bakugou pauses before replying. “I don’t fully believe you. Especially when you just gave me proof you went out together”

You blush as you speak your next words, admitting something to him you thought would happen under different circumstances.

“I haven’t been with him, and I swear it, because…” you hesitate. “I’ve only ever been with you.

A sharp breath is blown out on Bakugou’s end, and you wonder what’s going through his mind.

“Seriously?” His breaths are suddenly slower and calmer.

“Yeah, I swear. Can I just talk to you in person? I really do need to tell you.”

Bakugou makes a slight shuffling noise on his end, and you hear someone’s murmuring in the background, likely one of his frat brothers.

“Fine. You want me to come to you?” he finally replies, giving in (almost too easily, in your eyes).

“Yes, please,” you reply quietly.

“I’ll be there soon.” With that, he hangs up.

After the same short drive from last time, Bakugou shows up in your dorm parking lot. He shoots you a text message that he’s here, and you greet him at the door.

It’s about one am, and despite your disheveled tank top and shorts, Bakugou is dressed as handsomely as ever. “Hi,” you say.

“Hi.” He gives you a sad smile in return.

“I want to apologize.” You bow your head shyly. “It was my fault for all the confusion. I should’ve told you what was up. I just didn’t want to mess up my chances with you or your relationship with Mika. Kirishima told me about everything that’s been happening.”

“It’s fine, I’m sorry, too,” he replies.

You look up in surprise. Altogether, pathetically, you had expected more grovelling, so this is unexpected.

“It was all Mika’s fault, anyway, and I promise things are over with us,” he says, his face pink with embarrassment. “And… I guess I could say that my judgement of you and Shitty hair was a little preemptive.”

“You think?” you laugh quietly.

“I really am sorry, okay.” He looks up at you and deep into your eyes to solidify his point.

Your face feels hot, and you’re sure he can see the growing blush across your cheeks. Even so, you smile and say, “So, are we good?”

“Yeah,” he replies, returning your smile.

There’s a long pause between the two of you, but it doesn’t feel awkward like you might expect. The gap between you feels like it’s closing, and eventually your lips are just barely touching. His breath fans over your face, and you grip his shirt, taking him in a kiss.

Bakugou holds you to him, his back pressed against the door of your dorm. When you slip your tongue against his, he doesn't decline. He gingerly holds you, squeezes your hip with one hand, and cups your face with the other.

“I don’t deserve you,” you sigh as Bakugou starts to pepper kisses all over your neck.

“You do, it’s me that doesn’t deserve you.” He moves your face so your gazes can meet.

Bakugou gives you one of his signature grins and catches you in another heated kiss. His tongue swiftly swipes across yours, causing you to moan in his hold.

When he changes the angle of kiss, you become entangled, your hips pressed flush against his, earning his groans in your ear. With his newly growing boner and your wettening panties, you feel unbearable lust growing.

“Can we go upstairs?” Bakugou asks.

You nod, keying yourselves in and rushing to your room that’s right around the corner.

As soon as the door opens a mere inch, Bakugou jumps back on you and pushes you down to the bed, a haze of desire over his eyes.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” He nips on your neck.

You can only moan in response when he kisses down your chest. Pulling your tank top over head, Bakugou, or Katsuki, you suppose, focuses his attention on your chest. Your body stiffens as he glides his tongue over your hard nipple..

“That feel good?” he asks when he pinches the other nipple while continuing to lick long stripes on your breast.

“Yeah,” you hum in reply.

You feel so good under Bakugou, writhing in pleasure as he sucks hickeys into your skin. You feel his hand sneak up to the top of your waistband and you yelp in surprise. “Ah! Katsuki”

“Can I continue what I started last time?” he says in a begging tone, lightly tugging at your panties.

“Please,” you moan equally as wanton as him, and you’re almost immediately spread bare for him.

Kissing down your chest, Bakugou gets spurred on by your moans. He gives your clit the sensation it's been craving. Slowly, pressure is added to the bundle of nerves, and you feel yourself seeping down onto your sheets.

When he sees your glistening pussy, he laughs, “So wet again, baby, and I’ve barely even touched you here.”

“I was getting wet thinking about you earlier,” you mumble into the back of your hand.

“Good.” He smiles. “Don’t think about other guys from now on, you’re all for me.”

There’s no time to reply in shock because Katsuki dips into your depths, swiping up and down your wetness. One finger slips inside smoothly, moving in and out with ease.

Testing it out, Katsuki moves down to your sex and adds his mouth to the mix. This new feeling sets your body on fire. What he’s doing to your body is more than anything you’ve ever experienced, and your core tightens uncontrollably.

“Wait, ah!” you cry out, but Bakugou doesn’t relent. Instead, he adds another finger and curls it into your g-spot.

Working in and out of your cunt, you feel yourself squeezing around his fingers. The feeling of his strong fingers moving inside of you and his lips sucking on your throbbing clit brings you to your limit embarrassingly quickly. You can’t find it in yourself to care, though, because it just feels so good.

With one last strangled moan, you cum, the pleasure sending you over the edge. You tingle all over post orgasm and feel your eyes slip into the back of your head for a second. As Bakugou continues to finger you, your body lifts off the bed into his mouth.

Then, suddenly, you feel something else coming. Something that you feel coming upon you just as fast as your orgasm. You try to sit up and stop Bakugou, but his hand keeps you pinned to the bed. The overstimulation on your body creeps up on you, and there’s a new pain that accompanies your pleasure, adding to your second high.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry out when Katsuki switches his fingers for his mouth.

Nimble fingers swirl circles on your clit as his tongue darts out to meet your pussy. It licks up and down, teasing your entrance with the occasional poke inside. And, when you’re least expecting it, it finally slides to your hole, working on thrusting as far into your depths as you can.

This feeling is incredible, and the way Bakugou groans into your pussy drives you mad. Feeling the finger leaving your clit, you whine, but it’s replaced with his tongue again. This time, his tongue switches between your folds and you clit, stimulating every inch of your already twitching sex.

“You’re so good, baby. Love this so much,” Katsuki murmurs when he lifts off of you for a moment.

“Kiss me, and let me touch you, too,” you moan, bringing his face to yours.

You aren’t bothered by the fact that he was just eating you out when you start dipping into each other’s mouths. If anything, the look in Bakugou’s eye tells you it turns him on more. The genuinely lewd look of his tousled hair and wide pupils raises your heartrate so high you can feel it beat inside your chest.

Absent-mindedly, you fumble with the buttons on Bakugou’s jeans. He helps you by leaning back and pulling his shirt over his head. You don’t miss the way his muscles flex and the way he flaunts his abs.

Then, with a quick tug, Bakugou’s pants and boxers slide off. His dick stands proudly, pretty and thick as ever. You place your hand on it like you did last time. He responds well to your touch and groans lewdly when you give it a squeeze.

You slick your palm with spit, and Bakugou helps guide your hand back to his leaking cock. Together, with his hand wrapped around yours, you move on his member, fingers trailing along the prominent vein down the front.

Once you’ve built up a rhythm, you meet Katsuki’s tender gaze. The red of his irises disappear as his eyes flutter shut. He leans forward and recaptures your mouth in a slow but sloppy makeout.

You twist your hand on Bakugou eliciting a breathy moan from him. He twitches in your hand signalling his impending orgasm.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” His mouth is by your ear, moaning and releasing hot breaths to spur you on.

You freeze, and your motions stop. Bakugou notices your alarm and moves to look directly in your eyes. “You don’t have to– I would never force you.”

“No.” you shake your head. “It’s just that I’ve never done that.”

Bakugou’s eyes widen in shock temporarily then fall back. “You want me to teach you tonight, baby?”

You bite your lip meekly and nod your head. Bakugou grins in return, helping you down to his crotch. As you come face to face with his cock, it twitches releasing some precum out of the slit.

“Just put your lips on it. Do what feels right,” he says and pulls your hair into his hands.

You kiss his member just like you would his lips. The wet noises coming from your mouth are so loud and such a turn on for Bakugou. His grip on your head tightens, and he has to force himself not to push you down.

Bakugou hisses when you place the tip in your mouth and give it a hard suck. Wanting to please him even more, you take more of him deeply in your throat. At this point you feel impaled by his large dick with your nose just a few inches from his groin.

Despite your struggle to take him in entirety, Bakugou doesn’t notice and instead groans every time you slide down on him. You gag frequently, and you’re more than certain your teeth have grazed his shaft multiple times, but Bakugou acts like this is the best head he’s ever received.

The longer you go, the more moans fall out of his open lips. His head tilts back when you curiously brush a finger down his balls. He’s much more sensitive than you imagined he would be, and his hips thrust up uncontrollably.

“Fuck, sorry,” he groans, he pulls you off of him to check if you’re okay.

“It’s alright.” You lick him one last time. “Do you think we could maybe go all the way?”

Bakugou blinks at you wordlessly. Then, after about a minute of silence, and worry, on your part, he replies. “You mean, can I take your virginity?”

You hum in reply, and Bakugou throws you back to the middle of the bed

“I left the condoms in my car,” he realizes aloud.

“That’s okay,” you whisper in his ear as seductively as you can. “I’m on the pill.”

“Fuck, okay.” Bakugou acts like your response is the sexiest thing ever.

He leans down and kisses your neck one last time. You feel his cock against your stomach leaving a hot trail of precum on your skin. Everything about this moment is hot, but you can’t take his slow kisses any longer. You need him inside of you, thrusting deep into your core.

Just when you’re about to take matters into your own hands, Bakugou leans forward and brings himself to your entrance. It is at this moment that you realize how big he is, and that he’s going to try to fit that entire thing inside of you.

You let out a deep breath when he finally slips inside. The stretch is rough, his cock prodding your most intimate crevices. As he inches into your depths, he grasps onto your hand, pulling you to him in a surprisingly romantic way.

The way Bakugou moves within you is gentle, far softer than he was when he ate you out. You can only assume he wants your first time to be soft and sweet. He grips softly at your waist, slowly moving in and out. When your eyes meet, you give him a sweet smile and a nod, hoping he’ll move a little faster.

He takes the hint well, and suddenly Katsuki leans over you, your hands meeting his hardened chest. You jolt with both pain and pleasure after the first deep thrust. Then, as he pumps his cock more and more, you feel the pain fading away, the stretch to accommodate becoming pleasant.

After Bakugou notices your growing comfort, he goes ahead with pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in. Differently from before, you can feel him even deeper, and your body arches to meet him when your groins come together.

Swiftly, Katsuki moves you from your back to a position where you’re sitting on his lap. The sensation of him thrusting up into you makes your toes curl and loud moans to fall from your lips. In turn, Katsuki groans and continues to rut his hips like it’s his sole mission.

“You tighten up when I’m in you like this, did you know?” Katsuki groans in your ear, his hot breath hits your skin and makes you shiver.

The feeling in your cunt overwhelms you, but it’s so good, and you know now you won’t be able to get enough. Meeting Bakugou’s thrusts, you attempt to ride him, earning deep groans in return. Bakugou screws his eyes shut and allows you to move opposite to his thrusts. With the constant movement, and the occasional brush against your pleasure spot, your cunt tightens further.

Bakugou grips your ass with his large hands, wanting to feel your insides constrict even further. Unbeknownst to you, this is his first time going raw, and it’s making him cum like it’s his first time, too. So, unashamedly chasing your highs, you grind against each other as fervently as you can.

The air in the room is hot, but the heat in between your bodies as you ride him is far hotter. Both of you elicit loud noises from the other, your neighbours probably hearing your moans through the wall. Normally something like this would embarrass you to no end, but Bakugou’s fucking you so well that you feel you inhibitions melt away along with your innocence.

The coil in your stomach twists, and you feel your high coming. However, Bakugou stops short and leaves you bouncing on him by yourself. After only a split second of confusion, Bakugou slaps your ass, leaning back into a pillow.

“Want me to ride you?” you breathlessly say, attempting to make your voice sultry and not actually inquisitive.

It fails, but Bakugou doesn’t make any visible notice. Instead, he grunts out a quiet ‘yeah, please’ and grips your flesh, moving you against him. The pleasure of having him grind you on him does wonders for your pussy, and the new angle he’s hitting you at has you seeing stars.

Unlike before, Bakugou’s cock hits your g-spot every time now that you're fully riding him. The new feeling sends waves of heat to your stomach, quickly pushing you towards the edge.

Katsuki had been holding out strongly for a while, but as soon as he leaned back and let you ride, he was pretty much done for.

He feels himself unable to control his orgasm, which is creeping up way too fast. You don’t mind, though, as you’re equally as close. When you feel his dick twitching deep inside you, balls contracting and signalling his release, your cunt tightens more than it ever has before.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Bakugou grips your ass and pushes himself up so he can thrust again.

You, on the other hand, yelp in surprise at him readjusting your position, moaning uncontrollably as he goes so deep you think he’s hitting your cervix. You fantasize about how Katsuki slips in and out of you with ease, balls coming up to hit your ass, which unknowingly makes you milk his cock harder.

With a surprising bite to your neck, Bakugou thrusts into you one last time, and calls out your name.

The spurts of cum he makes into your pussy have you cumming on the spot, as well. Both of you moan as you reach your highs together, Bakugou trying to quell his own by pressing his hot mouth to your skin.

“Katsuki!” you cry one last time, slumping forward onto his shoulder.

Neither of you have ever felt this good—you especially, never having thought your first time would be this wild. But Bakugou surprises you with his sexual prowess, and has you basking in a hazy afterglow, one that you won’t forget anytime soon.

You blissfully gaze at him as he continues to thrust ever so slowly, milking out your orgasmatic pleasure.

His eyes are half-lidded, yet you know he’s still very alert of your bodies. Then, he, for the first time since he penetrated you, lets go of your body for a split second, and you miss the warmth of his hands, but you’re quickly satisfied by him going to grab your waist.

Bakugou effortlessly pulls you off of his body, his heavy breathing, muscled chest catching your attention. The genuine ‘splurt’ that comes from between you two when he unsheathes himself makes you blush and awkwardly chuckle in embarrassment, but Bakugou stares amazedly at your pulsating cunt.

You try to cover yourself, despite the fact that he’d seen it all before, but his hand pries your legs apart and dives towards your pussy.

“Wait,” you abruptly say, hoping he’s not already wanting more.

“Hmm?” he hums, curiously drawing a finger down your slit.

“I’m not sure I can go again.” You look at him as he dips his fingers into you ever so slightly.

Instead of replying, Bakugou sets your nerves on fire with his feathery touches. Then, when you look down, you see what’s caught his attention. It’s his milky white cum thatleaks out of your hole and onto your dark bedspread.

“Katsuki, I’m so sensitive. Am I supposed to be able to go again?” You stop his hand’s movement with your own.

“Oh, nah, sorry, baby. You were so good, I forgot you were a virgin.” He grins at you, and you feel heat blooming on your cheeks

He finally takes his hand off of your body and mumbles something about going to get something to clean you up.

“Ah, wait!” You stumble after him, your limbs too sore to hold you up properly. “Let me find something for you.”

You meet Bakugou in your ensuite where he’s already holding a towel. From the doorway, you take a step forward, but your knees buckle and you fall right into his arms.

“It was that good, huh?” he jokes, making you flush in embarrassment.

“Nuh uh,” you counter, but your wobbly legs betray your words.

He chuckles in response and sets you down on the counter, the cold surface strikingly frigid against your burning flesh. He gently pats you down with the towel, making sure his cum is wiped clean from your skin.

“All done,” he says once he’s finished wiping all your skin down.

You go to thank him, but stop when you notice yourself in the mirror. Bruises litter your neck and even your chest. When did those get there? you think to yourself.

“Oh my god, Katsuki!” You go to playfully punch him, but he catches your hand in his.

Placing one hand on your waist and the other on your chin, angling your head towards his, he places a chaste kiss on your lips.

Then, when he pulls away, a goofy grin breaks out onto his pretty face. “Oh my god, Katsuki? That’s what you’ll be saying next time.”

Your face bursts into flames, and Bakugou chuckles, holding you for a moment in your dim bathroom light. “So, when’s next time?”

a/n: hi guys!! i’m back with part 2. i’d love it if some of you sent prompts to my inbox or even commissioned me because i tried extra hard to finish this promptly 😃

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ashlayan · 1 year ago

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Tw: SFW, written with a fem reader in mind, attempt at comedy, fluff with a dash of something else, slight use of profanity, reader is short for plot reasons.

Pairing: Anton Ivanov x reader

#Free Palestine🇵🇸

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"Sorry," the large man says as he approaches you "I got held up by this strange guy asking if I wanted to play cards or something on my way here... Hm? You haven't started interviewing our president yet, have you? Don't forget to lower the mic stand a bit."

You blink up at him in surprise, and suppress an eye roll. You can't help it, everything about him was giving... the same vibe you see in the old capital era movies, the frat boy types. Still, you respond cordially enough "Huh? Oh you mean the reporter lady from earlier? No she left already, I'm the new part timer." You say confidently, deciding you'll end this conversation quickly if you looked sufficiently assertive. The work site was plenty noisy too, surely he'll get annoyed from talking out here soon enough.

The man's hand was on its way to the back of his head, his eyes trained away from you before he halts and looks back "A new part timer? Who the hell hired you?"

"I hired myself." You say simply.

"Ha, you hired yourself? Really now? And who made you think you were qualified enough to work here?"

You don't bother giving your real reasons "The field of construction calls for me." Is what you say instead.

"Calls for you, huh?" To your surprise , the man takes your words seriously, and you notice a name tag that introduces him as Senior Staff and On Site Project Manager Anton Ivanov. Wow, what a mouthful, no wonder he seems to know who exactly does and doesn't work here.

"You look like a runt... Can you handle the job? Do you even know how to tell apart a Gauging trowel from a Margin trowel?"

You blink owlishly back at him, startled out of your thoughts "A what now?"

"Exactly my point! How about I test you, then? First, go get me a torque wrench."

"Ahaha" you laugh awkwardly "Uh yup! I totally know what that is!" Why is there no connection in this place? I need to Google this! You panic internally.

"Oh really? Well then go get one. It's right by the tool box in the west warehouse." He points at said building "I'll be waiting here."

You quickly turn away before he sees your expression descend into panic "Mhm, be right back boss man!"

"Hah, what's with that look?... Wait... Hey! Come back here!"

You ignore him and use your small frame to your advantage and easily weave through construction workers left and right, most of them admittedly much bigger than you. Still, you disappear into the crowd and easily loose anyone trying to stop you. Once you make it to the warehouse, you go ask someone on duty about the tool, and find a bear gentleman squinting at a clipboard.

"Excuse me sir." You interrupt politely "The project manager sent me to grab a tool for him, can you tell me where-" you pause. What did he call it again? You stare at the fellow in front of you as he stares back. Once it became apparent you weren't going to finish the sentence any time soon, he points at a collection of crates in one section of the warehouse

"I'm busy so help yourself kid." He says, then leaves before you can correct him about you not being a kid.

Welp.

You go look though the crates, hoping any of them would be marked or named, and while some of them are, most of those are in Russian.

You don't speak Russian.

You sigh, and decide nothing will get done if you keep standing here, so you grab a random heavy tool, and lug it back to Anton, who surprisingly did wait for you where he said he would.

"I'm back! Did you miss me?" You pant from the exertion, trying to hide the toll this is taking on you with jest "Is- is this it?"

Anton looks dumbfounded for a moment before speaking "...That's a welder's mask, kid. The kind bear Thirens use."

You look down "So that's what the glass part is for... Hey I'm not a kid! You're just way too tall!"

Anton smirks, amused with your response "You're not a kid, huh? Then how old are you, shorty?"

You look away. "Hmph. You should never ask a lady about her age! It's improper!" You dodge the question. You may be an adult, but there's a non zero chance that once you show him your ID he thinks you're presenting him with a fake one and kick you out immediately. You'd rather not give him the chance. "So how do I go about properly signing up to join Belobog Heavy Industries anyway?"

Anton chuckles, seemingly getting a kick out of this "Ha! It's funny that a shorty like you can call herself a lady. You're barely at half my height. Anyways, if you wanna work here, I'll have to assess your experience and qualifications first."

You are certainly not looking forward to that.

"... Isn't there someone else that can do that...? Maybe someone I don't have to crane my neck all the way up just to look at their face?" You sweat drop.

Anton laughs, thoroughly enjoying this situation "Nope, not a chance. You're stuck with me, shorty. Now, quit complaining and tell me what you can do with those tiny arms of yours."

You crouch down and grab a random rock, then stack a few more on top of it. Once done you stand back up and point at your creation. "Construction...?"

Anton raises an eyebrow, looking the most baffled you've seen him all day, and that's saying something. He stares at your attempt before he lets out a disbelieving laugh "Construction? You call that... whatever it is, construction? I'm not sure if I should be impressed, concerned, or just downright baffled."

You don't hesitate "Which one's more likely to get me hired?"

"Anton crosses his arms, looking you up and down as he seriously consideres your question. His earnestness is starting to get to you.

"Hm, I suppose I'd be impressed, because it takes a lot of audacity to call that thing construction. So I'm going to give you a chance."

He grins slightly.

"Spend the day around the site today but don't go past any yellow lines without permission. If you still want to join us afterwards, come find me and my bro at the end of the day at my office. We'll discuss your new position in the company then, shorty."

You can't help it, caught off guard by his genuine offer, you let out a huge, surprised smile, no sarcasm or barbs in sight "Wait really?!"

You can vaguely tell Anton is taken aback by your response, but he quickly covers it up with a smirk "Of course. It'd be fun to have someone so short around here to tease, it's not like I can mess with the president after all." He says jokingly.

At your resulting glare, he chuckles and ruffles your hair with his large hand.

For a second, you feel dumbfounded at the overly familiar act, but you quickly regain your composure and push his hand away "Sorry head pats are reserved for friendship level 8 or higher."

"Oh? 8 or higher, huh? That's a pretty high number. I guess I'll have to work my way up to earn the privelage then.

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As the work day comes to a close, you make your way to Anton's office, directed by the scowling red head girl that often came to check on you throughout the day. She awkwardly waves off your genuine thanks.

I guess everyone here looks scary but is actually nice? You wonder.

"Hey there, shorty." Anton perks up from his slumped position as he sees you come in. You notice his desk and seat appear comically small when compared to his size, it doesn't help that the office room is rather cramped. "Did you have a fun day of "construction" today?"

You sigh "I tried to help, but everyone kept telling me I'd just get in the way." You say as you unceremoniously drop in a guest chair by his wooden desk "Please hurry up and give me an official position at the company."

Anton's smirk softens as he sees your dejected expression.

"Heh, I can see you really want to fit in here, huh? My bro and I really appreciate that kind of spirit. Alright, I'll do you a favor and give you an official position."

He seems to think for a moment before speaking "How about you become the company's official short stack? We do lack a mascot."

Your eye twitches involuntarily "My dude you are giving my fist an erection. Are you trying to get socked in the face?"

Anton doubles over his desk laughing, a full body laugh with his shoulders shaking and his mouth gasping for air. Well it was a very good line wasn't it? You inwardly give yourself a pat on the back for causing that reaction. Finally when the bursts of laughter subside and he can actually breathe again, the taller male leans down and gets close to your face with his signature smirk on.

"Ha! I'd like to see you try. Besides, you're too short to land a proper punch, anyway."

Anton's smirk fades into a more serious expression this time as he considers your question. He taps his chin in thought.

You deadpan. Bro cannot be acting all nonchalant after he almost went into cardiac arrest from your joke "Back on topic," you say impatiently "any real positions I can fill up?"

He looks you up and down for what feels like the millionth time this day, before speaking "If I'm being honest, the only jobs you could fit would probably be serving food at the cafeteria or maybe assisting in office work, hardly something that would feel like construction work."

"Hmm, let's see..."

You try not to pout "But just today I saw a girl shorter and definitely younger then me, she was working hands on and-"

"The president," Anton interrupts "has many years of experience, she also may not look it to your untrained eyes but she has a lot of practical muscles that make up for her size disadvantage."

You blanch That was the President?! I'd been calling her girlie-pop all day! I think I even called her pookie once?!

Suddenly, all the strange looks the staff were throwing you throughout the day made a lot more sense.

"That said..." Anton brings you back out of your thoughts "How about we start you off as an assistant? I'll have you work under me, and I'll show you the ropes around here, it would also count as a training period. If you prove yourself competent, I'll consider promoting you to an official position."

Your eyes gain a shine to them at the offer he went of his way to give, and you feel a bit remorseful at all the attitude you've been giving him "Wait, wouldn't that be troublesome for you?"

Anton shrugs lightly, that smirk returning to his face.

"Troublesome? Nah, I'd get a kick out of having a pipsqueak like you following me around. And who knows, maybe you can learn a thing or two from a professional like me." He says, pointing proudly at his chest.

You deadpan yet again. "I take back the good thoughts I started having of you, what was I thinking?" You tell him as you shake your head in mock despair.

Anton laughs at your blunt response, clearly enjoying the banter. "Ha! There's Shorty's short temper kicking in again. Come on, don't be so uptight . I'm just messin' with ya."

He grins widely, clearly finding this whole situation amusing. He then playfully ruffles your hair with his hand.

You push his hand away again "My head isn't for patting unless you're level 8 friendship I said!"

Anton laughs good naturedly, and obediently removes his hand.

"Ha! Still going on about that friendship level thing? Fine, I'll keep my hands to myself for now. But just know, I have plenty of other ways to bother you, Shorty."

"I've known you for only one day and yet I don't doubt that one bit."

Anton crosses his arms and leans against the nearby wall, looking down at you.

Still, you can't resist messing with him right back, so you get up and walk away "Nevermind I'll go see if the convenience store down the street is still hiring-"

"Oh, you have no idea. Stick around, shorty, and you'll see what I mean. You haven't experienced true torment yet." His voice has a teasing quality to it and you can tell he puts extra care in making that obvious to compensate for his naturally intimidating size and face.

Anton quickly scrambles off the wall and grabs your arm, halting your retreat "Oh no you don't. You're not getting out of this that easily." He smirks, as if he wasn't floundering less then a second ago. His grip on your arm is gentle yet unrelenting "You're stuck with me, Shorty. You already accepted the job as my assistant, remember? You can't back out now."

You sigh dramatically, and hear as Anton laughs at your theatrics. You then remember the two of you haven't properly introduced yourselves to each other yet "I guess I have to be a woman of my word." You say in mock reluctance as he lets go of your arm "It's a little late, but my name is Y/n by the way, L/n Y/n. What's yours?"

His smirk slowly fades into a genuine smile "Oh, we never did properly introduce ourselves, huh? Hah, guess we were so busy bickering we forgot about the formalities." He extends his hand for a handshake "Name's Anton Ivanov. Remember that, ok Shorty?"

You grasp his hand, his grip strong and sturdy "Like I said, my name's Y/n. Since we're on the more serious topics, is there a contract I need to sign or am I in a trial period for now?"

Anton shakes your hand gently before responding, seemingly very aware of how much bigger his hand is as it is engulfs yours. If you didn't know better you'd think he's nervous to accidentally hurt you. "Yeah trial period's a fitting name, and no contract signings just yet. We'll see how you do working under me before we worry about paperwork. So, Shorty, are you ready to get started as my assistant?"

"How early does the work day start here?" You ask, forcefully dragging your eyes away after they started staring at his chest a bit too long. You can't help it tho! It's more comfortable for your neck to stare at that region!

Anton scratches his chin thoughtfully, considering your question and blissfully unaware of your internal turmoil.

"Hmm, work usually starts around 6 in the morning. We like to get an early start here at Belobog. Why do you ask?"

You gulp "Wow, bright and early with the sunrise huh?"

Anton valiantly tries to suppress a chuckle at your reaction. He fails, but you suppose it's the effort that counts.

"Yep, bright and early. We don't like to waste time around here. And hey, don't worry about adjusting to the early hours, you'll get used to it soon enough, shorty."

"I sure hope so." You sweat drop, then your eyes drift to the arm sized device strapped to his arm. "Is that the main tool you use?" You motion with your chin towards the machine he still has strapped to his arm despite the work day being already over.

Anton follows your gaze, and he brightens considerably at your question. "This is my bro, it's a pile driver." He says seriously, and it doesn't take long to realize he's not joking.

He grins, looking down at his arm-mounted weapon affectionately "My bro and I go way back, and it got my back in both work and combat." He says proudly.

"I guess you could say it is, in a way, like family. It's been with me through a lot."

He pats the pile driver, a fond look in his eyes.

Your eyes soften "Well, can't wait to see you and your bro in action once I officially start!" You exclaim, mentally cataloguing the pile driver as Anton's Emotional Support Companion in you head.

"So, I hear Belobog Industries has dorms for all staff members, are newbies like me included or do I need to find my own lodgings around here?" You change the subject, because while you didn't mind hearing more about Anton and getting to know him better, you did still have an objectif in coming here "I wanna know if I'll need to make moving arrangement soon."

Anton's grin widens at your enthusiasm and what he reads as genuine interest in the company.

"Ha! That eager to get in on the action, huh?" he guesses "You're going to fit right in here."

He pats your head lightly, and you're starting to understand it's meant to be a playful gesture rather than a condescending or even teasing one.

"And don't worry about lodging. We provide dorms for all staff members, including newbies like you. You don't need to worry about finding a place to stay."

"Well that's convenient," you say as you bat his arm away, almost by reflex now "I guess I better go get my stuff sorted by tomorrow then." You say as you shift to get going, before a loud bang outside Anton's office door startles you both, and a tall woman comes barreling in.

"Anton!" She all but shouts "I got it! I cracked the code uncle Khors left behind!"

Next to you, Anton is initially startled by the sudden entrance, but he soon regains his composure. He throws a look at you, as if making sure you're not scared off by the taller woman's antics, then turns back to her, his face a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"Grace? You cracked the code? That's great, but we need to tell the president before you -"

But this Grace person is no longer listening, as her attention is now in on you "Huh, I didn't know it was bring your kid to work day? Wait who's kid is this?"

You deadpan "For the last time. I'm an adult."

At your claim, she looks you up and down and it's quite obvious she doesn't believe you. "A highschooler maybe." She murmurs under her breath.

Anton quickly interjects before she can say more, and you can hear the hint of annoyance in his voice as he speaks "Grace, Y/n's not a high schooler..."

You finally sigh and take out your ID card, at least Anton seemed to believe you so you didn't think he'd take it for a fake ID.

"Oh you poor thing!" The woman says after thoroughly comparing your face to the image on the card "who malnourished you?"

"I'm not malnourished." You say with a tired sigh, but it's not like you can explain your situation, so you don't think you come off as very believable.

Anton gives Grace a sarcastic look as she tries to save her mistake. He rolls his eyes, but a small smile still forms on his face.

"Well!" Grace says "Whatever you two are discussing can wait, let's get her to the cafeteria before it closes, someone is in desperate need of a big meal-" At Anton's warning look, Grace amends "Uhh that person being Anton! A bear sized fellow like him definitely needs to eat lots!"

"Nice save there, Grace. Real subtle."

I don't know what these two's relationship is, but they seem close. You wonder internally.

And as Anton glances at you, it seems he misreads your pondering expression as one of doubt about yourself because he says: "Don't you worry, Shorty. You're fine. I've met actual malnourished people, and trust me, you're in the clear."

...why is he such a green flag?! You have to admit to yourself it'd be quite the shame if he is dating Grace.

"But it's true that we're all hungry" Anton continues while nodding "Grace is right, and let me tell you, the cafeteria food here is really good. I wouldn't want you to miss out on it, shorty."

You nod back, liking the idea "Alrighty then, please lead the way." You go for a polite voice but at Grace's giggle you wonder if you over did it.

Anton grins and gestures for both of you to follow him.

"Aight, I'll show you the way to the cafeteria."

He starts walking and motions for you and Grace to fall in step beside him.

Grace starts telling you both all about the mysterious code the former president of Belobog Industries had left behind, and while fairly sure the information should remain confidential, it wasn't like you could stop the woman on her tirade, you notice Anton doesn't even try.

Then again, they probably think I haven't a single clue of what she's talking about.

As the three of you near what you assume is the cafeteria, Grace stops dead in her tracks. "Oh gosh I'm so sorry, I know I was the one that suggested coming here but I just got an alert and I need to go back and check on my children!" Grace exclaims showing a notification with a warning symbol for an icon. By children, you figure she's talking about machines or software code.

Anton hardly looks surprised. He shakes his head "Hah, typical Grace. Don't worry about it, we can grab food ourselves. You go take care of your babies."

Anton pats her on the shoulder reassuringly "Just make sure to eat something later, okay?"

Grace nods, and you expect her to hurry off towards her workstation but instead she moves to your side and whispers in your ear "My intuition tells me you're a good person, so good luck, I'm rooting for you!" And as you blink in surprise, the woman is already rushing off. You realize that at some point you'd made the judgement she was wholly focused on her mechanic creations and had little attention to her surroundings, but that had to be untrue. She read the situation in seconds and seems to be setting you two up on a date of sorts.

Anton on the other hand watched the entire exchange with one eyebrow raised.

As Grace runs off towards her creations, he turns back to you with a slightly quizzical look.

"What'd she whisper to you?"

You give him a sly smile "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Anton gives you a playful glare in return and crosses his arms "Oh, now you're just teasing me. Come on, spill the beans Shorty. Let me in on the secret."

You skip ahead and push the cafeteria double doors open "Oh wow this place smells great, it's suddenly making me feel so hungry! We better get some food quick!"

Behind you, you hear the taller male let out a hearty chuckle at your unsubtle change of topic "A convenient case of selective hearing, huh? Okay, I'll let it slide for now."

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After filling your trays with food the two of you choose somewhere to sit, and with the cafeteria mostly empty it was like you had the whole place to yourselves.

Time to satisfy our empty stomachs.

Or so you thought.

You barely get to sit down before Anton gets a call, and he immediately gets up to take it. You wonder for a few seconds if it would be rude or not to start eating without him, however the call doesn't take that long.

"Sorry about that." Anton says, but when you look up to face him it's like looking at a different person. His attention is still on his phone and the set of his shoulders is stiff, but most of all, his smile is nowhere to be found "Something came up, you can start without me and uh- I'll be right back."

He's gone before you can get a word in edgewise.

Well, now you've been subjected to the inconvenience of eating alone in a cafeteria. At least it's mostly empty. You take exactly two bites of your delicious burger (it seems he was right about the food in this place) before you're interrupted, by Grace again this time.

"Hey! You're Anton's girlfriend!"

You almost choke-

"Where did he go- I think I messed up and I need his help before Sweet Pea finds out!"

Wow... Where do I even start with this one...

You decide to go with the basics "I'm not his girlfriend. I don't know someone called him away I think. Why are you afraid of a vegetable finding out about your mistake...?"

"So he's not here? Oh no." The woman turns on her heel and leaves.

You don't hesitate and follow after her, you'd rather not have to sit alone in a cafeteria, you just hope no one will put away your food while you're gone.

The real problem tho, is how much taller and faster she was. By the time you make it to the double doors you have no clue which direction she went in.

I think she went this way last time?

You pick a direction and at some point the smoke alarms start beeping in the halls, and you hear footsteps somewhere in the building rushing to and fro. Sure enough, you find yourself in a technician's lab at the end of the route. The only problem is, Grace is not here.

You walk in.

It doesn't take long to figure out what was causing a commotion, as the smoke alarm was beeping on and off above a smoking machine component. You step closer and take a look.

Hmm I'm not familiar with this model, but...

Your head turns towards the computer setup on the desk, warning and error messages flashing on the monitor. You sit down and crack your knuckles.

Let's give this a go.

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Anton comes back to the cafeteria, finding you right where he left you.

"Heyo Shorty, sorry that took a while, wha- you're not eating yet?"

"Ah- I nibbled at the burger a bit, but I didn't wanna start without you so..." You lie smoothly.

"What the- I told you you could start," Anton says plopping into his seat "now I feel bad for making you wait so long." He says with a- is that a kicked puppy face? You didn't even know it was possible on him.

You instantly start feeling bad "Oh no worries, I didn't even feel the time pass!" I was fairly occupied anyways "Oh! I heard a lot of noise out there, what was going on?" You smoothly switch subjects, grabbing a hold of your burger and taking a bite.

"Hn? Oh yeah, the smoke alarm was ringing in multiple branches but there wasn't a fire in any of them, the system was pranking us I guess." He stabs his steak and starts cutting it "I tried to go back right after but Grace came to find me cuz something was acting up, so I go on a detour to her lab, we got there and whatever she needed a hand with just righted itself so I hurried back." He takes a bite of meet and waits till he's swallowed it to continue "You sure I didn't take too long?"

You smile "Really it's fine, it wasn't that long at all."

For the first seven to ten minutes of you two sitting together again, you both give your undivided attention to your food filled trays. Finally, after devouring an entire burger you break the silence "I'm gonna be honest with you, Anton, I had you all wrong when I first saw you this morning." You say between mouthfuls of fries, keeping one hand in front of your mouth whenever there's food in it and you need to talk.

Anton grins at your admission, taking a sip of his drink before replying "Hah, yeah, I can tell. You were giving me the eye roll of all eye rolls this morning. I take it you've changed your opinion of me now then?"

"Well, you have a very imposing build and with your resting scowl face I thought you'd be... Well nevermind, turns out you're someone who helps those in need... you also got a nice laugh." You end softly.

You hear a utensil drop, and you look up to see Anton's fork fell onto his steak, but more interesting was the deer caught in headlights look he was giving you.

Just as fast as it comes however he pushes it away, regaining his composure in record speed "Ha! I can see why you thought that. I do have a bit of a mean mug when I'm not smiling, though I've been told my laugh sounds like a bear's roar, so the nice laugh bit is definitely a first!" He grins at you, and you wonder if the lighting is playing tricks on you because you think there's some light redness at the top of his cheekbones. He then continues "But you're right, I do try to be helpful and kind, especially to those in need. And I'd like to think my sense of humor isn't half bad either."

You're not sure how to respond to that, the man has been nothing but forthcoming and honest with you all day while you've been... not.

Instead, you glance at the wall clock and say "I think I need to head out soon." As you clean off the last of your fries. "I came here for a job interview but I somehow ended up meeting you and uh- I really enjoyed it! I just wouldn't wanna walk back home too late in the dark y'know?"

"Anton looks at the time on his phone and nods in understanding."

"Yeah, it is getting late. It's not safe to walk around at night, especially for short stuff like you. I don't want you getting lost between the cracks in the sidewalk or something." He gives you a playful smirk.

You go to reply, deadpan tone and expression at the ready when he interrupts you.

"But... if you want, I could always give you a ride home. I have a company car parked nearby."

You hesitate " ...you already payed for the meal, which I'll totally pay you back for by the way! So I don't want to trouble you more..."

Anton shakes his head and waves off your concerns "Nah, don't worry about it. It's just a meal, it's no trouble at all. And don't worry about paying me back either, consider it a welcome to the company gift." He grins, then leans in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially "Besides, you wouldn't be troubling me. It's my pleasure to help you out, Shorty."

You sweat drop "What's the point of me giving you my name if you'll just keep calling me that?"

Anton chuckles at your reaction, clearly enjoying teasing you "Oh, lighten up a bit. I like giving nicknames to people. It's a nice way to bond, y'know? Besides, it's kind of fitting, don't you think? Given your, uh, petite stature."

You glance at his emptied out tray, the mountains of food he'd heaped onto it already gone "Well, the bonding experience can wait till tomorrow, if you're done, shall we get going?"

Anton leans back in his chair, patting his stomach with a satisfied smile "Yeah, I'm all done. Let's hit the road." He stands up and stretches, then motions for you to follow him "Come on, Shorty. Let's get you home safe and sound."

You follow after him "Tell me honestly, Anton." You say as he grabs his tray to place it on the racks nearby, when you go to grab yours he beats you to it and smoothly takes that one as well, stacking it on his.

"I could've carried that!" You whine.

Anton's infuriatingly attractive grin makes another appearance "Oh, I know you could've carried it. But I'm just being a gentleman, shorty. Can't have you doing all the hard work before you even start tomorrow, you'll get even tinier!" He ends, his tone is teasing as usual but his eyes softened up considerably, and the look he's giving you has your insides turning to mush.

You flush. "Uh- as I was saying, are you maybe a bear in disguise? Because you just cleaned off a mountain of food alone."

Anton laughs at your flushed expression and your playful accusation, the way he's keeping his composure somehow just feels unfair, though you guess for someone working in construction keeping his cool would be a must.

"Ha! Bear in disguise, huh?" He replies "Nah, I'm just a guy with an appetite. You know, working here, I need the extra energy." Then his grin turns cocky "Plus, it takes a lot of food to fuel all this muscle." He gives a playful flex, showing off his bicep with a smirk.

You give a playful eye roll "Oh wow, and you're so humble too!" You say flatly "What a catch wow!"

Anton lets out a hearty laugh at your sarcastic remark and gives you a playful salute "Oh, you know it. I'm the total package. Good looks, charm, wit, and the appetite to match." He grins, clearly enjoying the banter, which you've come to enjoy as well.

"But I'll have you know, there are quite a few women here who think so too."

You deadpan "Good for you. Give me there number, I'll help set you up."

Anton chuckles, then scratches his chin in mock thoughtfulness, then his expression turns into a grin and he gives you a playful nudge.

"But why would I need their number when I've got yours, Shorty?"

You blink "Huh? But I never gave my number...?"

"Yeah, not yet you didn't, but I have good intuition. Call it a sixth sense." He taps his temple with a wink. And it's telling me a certain cute Shorty is interested."

You flush harder "Well your sixth sense must be malfunctioning this time." You say walking ahead, trying to keep him from seeing your beat red face. Unfortunately, with how much taller he is, he catches up by the next second.

When he's by your side, he wastes no time laughing at your flushed face "Hah, you're forgetting who you're dealing with, Shorty. These long legs of mine give me an unfair advantage."

You don't reply.

"And are you sure my sixth sense is malfunctioning this time? Cuz you're lookin' real flustered."

"You're imagining things, maybe it's time to visit the eye doctor?" You huff.

"Oh? Is that so? Hm, maybe my eyes aren't as sharp as they used to be. Let me have a closer look, just in case."

He places one hand on your shoulder to halt your walk and leans in closer, making a show of examining your face.

Your eyes go wider then your older sister's saucers "Hmm strange, I'm getting a clear view of your rosy cheeks right now, and my sixth sense is telling me it's not from the cold."

You consider how to get the upper hand in this situation, but with your muddled mind it gets a bit tricky. You end up going with the first thing that comes to mind "You're right, it's from the heat, it's really getting hot in hear for some reason-" You start, before realizing belatedly how suggestive that sounded "Uh- wait no-" You flush further.

Anton grins at your unintentional innuendo, and raises an eyebrow, playing along "Oh really? Getting hot in here, hm?" He looks around, feigning innocence "Huh, seems like a comfortable temperature to me. Maybe it's just you, Shorty."

You cover your tomato colored face with your arms "Oh enough already, you win so just stop!"

Anton laughs and puts his hands up in mock surrender "Alright, alright, I'll stop. Can't have the cute shorty overheating on me now, can I?" in a quieter, more gentle tone, he adds, "But seriously, your blush is adorable."

You groan "Anton!"

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Anton pulls up outside your house in the company car and turns to you with a smile "Here we are, shorty. Home sweet home."

You nod "Thank you, and sorry for the trouble."

Anton shakes his head and waves off your apologies "No trouble at all, I enjoyed the company. Besides, I couldn't just let you walk home alone in the dark." He grins, then adds in a playful tone, "Especially not when you're such a cute Shorty."

You deadpan "Don't make me take it back." You consider something then say "Give me your phone for a sec."

Anton raises an eyebrow, but obediently hands you his phone "Sure, but why do you need it? You gonna put your number in without me asking?"

"Nice try. I'll give you my Inter Knot contact for work stuff. You're not high level enough to get my number yet."

"High enough level, huh? Am I just a lowly level one in your eyes right now?"

Not looking up from your typing you reply "You made it all the way up to level three on day one, Congrats! But your nickname for me is shorty, I don't know how to feel about that yet."

Anton laughs, seemingly amused by your rating system for him "Only level three? Damn, I was hoping for a higher rank. But you're right, the nickname 'Shorty' might be deducting some points."

He grins, then adds with a wink, "Maybe if I find a better nickname, I'll rank up higher in your eyes... or maybe I'll just keep calling you 'Shorty' just to annoy you."

You deadpan "Well that would be very in character for you wouldn't it?" You say handing him back the phone.

Anton takes it back with a smirk, clearly unrepentant for his nickname choice "Hah, you know me so well already, Shorty. I gotta admit, your deadpan face is just too fun to tease." He leans in closer, unable to resist poking at you further "Besides, the way you turn all tomato-red whenever you're flustered is just priceless."

You push his face back with your hand "Goodnight Anton, see you tomorrow." You say as you unlock the cat door and head out.

"Haha, goodnight, Shorty. Get some rest. Sweet dreams."

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And as you lock the car door and leave, Anton checks his phone, leaving the Inter Knot app to check the CCTV footage he has access to. The one that clearly shows you entering and leaving Grace's lab. He barely mumbles out "Till tomorrow then... Y/n. Hopefully I'll figure out what you're really up to soon."

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Haii Hai!! :33 it's me againn I was wondering if you could pretty please do Todd Haynes with a Witchy/Pagan reader or a reader who's really into Greek mythology?? I love how you write Todd so much 😭

hey, welcome back :333 awww that's so sweet, i loved your idea. do i smell a mini series with this plot? probably... I think he would loooove this type of reader!

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑶𝒍𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒔

tags n warnings: fluff, magic, light teasing, nerds in love I fear. word count: 1.7k

It was almost funny—the way that innocent boy stepped into the cabin like he was walking straight into a haunted fairy tale. You’d been watching him since he first wandered into the woods, clutching the straps of his backpack like they were some kind of protective talisman. He kept glancing over his shoulder every few steps, probably giving himself whiplash with how often he looked back.

You knew exactly why he was here: to catch a glimpse of the infamous wicked witch everyone in town whispered about.

You knew Todd. He was that classic nerdy type—awkward around girls, always tucked away in the library or behind a screen. But he was also smart, thoughtful, and sweet in a way that made it dangerously easy to fall for him. And falling too easily was something you always chalked up as a gift from Aphrodite herself. Your crushes never lasted long, but they always burned bright—and right now, Todd was the newest object of your affection.

As soon as you saw him heading toward the cabin, you dashed inside, settling yourself in front of the crystal ball like it was the most natural place for you to be. You waited, heart fluttering, for the sound of a knock. When the footsteps finally stopped, a timid knock followed—so soft, it sounded almost afraid to exist.

"Come in," you called out, barely managing to keep a giggle from slipping through your lips. The butterflies in your stomach were already fluttering like crazy.

No answer.

You frowned slightly but didn’t move, keeping your gaze trained on the door. Slowly, it creaked open, and there he was—standing in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights, trying desperately to look brave but failing to stop the nervous twitch in his shoulders.

“Yes?” you smiled.

“Um… excuse me… I—can I come in?” he asked, voice unsteady, shifting from one foot to the other like the floor was made of lava.

"Do you think you should come in?" you teased, your voice dripping with playful challenge.

It clearly didn’t land the way you'd hoped—his eyes went wide and he froze, visibly swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I… I… you… y-you said to come in. I think,” he stammered, blinking slow and unsure.

“Well then…” you murmured, tilting your head slightly as he glanced back one last time—just to make sure no monsters (or town gossips) were behind him—before finally stepping inside and gently pushing the door closed.

He stood there awkwardly, still near the threshold, his hands twitching at his sides, not sure what to do with himself—or his feet.

“Well, I… I heard that you… I wanted to ask you something…” he began, his hands flailing awkwardly in the air.

“Sitting costs the same as standing,” you chirped, watching how much effort it took for him just to exist in your presence. “Kidding. Take a seat and introduce yourself—name and date of birth.”

“Oh, right.” He let out a nervous chuckle and shuffled forward, lowering himself slowly onto the cushion across from your table like he was afraid it might bite him. “Todd Haynes. February nineteenth. So… I heard you’re a witch. And I wanted to make a request.”

“Pisces. Did you know Hecate was the goddess of magic?” you interrupted gently, letting your fingers trace the smooth surface of the crystal ball like it was something sacred.

“Would it be presumptuous if I said yes?” He gave you a sheepish look as your eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Sorry. Please don’t kill me.”

“Don’t worry. I just didn’t expect anyone else to actually know that.” You laughed softly, tilting your head as you studied him—especially now that his shoulders were starting to lose some of that defensive tension. “Then you probably also know that Circe and Medea were famous witches too.”

“Yeah, especially Circe.” He nodded and adjusted how he sat, pulling his legs into a more comfortable position. “I had to read The Odyssey back in middle school… ended up kinda liking all those myth books.”

“Well now, they’re not just stories,” you said with a proud smile, your gaze locked onto his. He tried to meet it—really tried—but you could see the flicker of panic in his eyes as he quickly glanced away.

“Of course not. They’re absolutely real. The truest truths out there,” he blurted, a little too fast, like a rabbit trying to convince the wolf he wasn’t worth the chase.

“You don’t have to believe in any of it, Todd,” you said, leaning back against the wall, your tone light but watchful. “Still… there’s something kind of magical about Greek mythology, isn’t there? They were just people. Messy, flawed people. They got jealous, vengeful, obsessed… Narcissus fell in love with himself. Which is hilarious, honestly. You probably know people like that.”

“Oh yeah. For sure. That’s basically the entire internet,” he replied, finally daring to rest one arm on the table—still careful not to get too close to the crystal ball.

That made you smile. He was loosening up. Bit by bit.

“It’s those little things that make these stories so special,” you softened, a genuine warmth behind your voice. “I’m really glad to talk to someone who shares the same passion.”

“Greek mythology had a huge influence on Western culture…” he continued, his tone drifting slightly like his thoughts were pulling him somewhere else.

There was something different in his posture now—lighter, as if the room itself was gently guiding him closer to you.

“There are games, movies, comics… all built around the Greek hero’s journey. Like losing your parents, being illegitimate, or having some overwhelming power you don’t understand… A lot of it all started with the Iliad.”

He paused for a breath, deep and steady.

“So… I guess I owe them a lot with Batman, Superman, Spiderman and all the stuff.”

“Then… what’s your request?” you asked, your eyes never leaving him, voice smooth as a warm breeze crossing a moonlit field.

Todd hesitated. His fingers began to tap nervously along the edge of the table. The silence between you both thickened, like even the cabin itself had paused to listen, holding its breath.

“Well…” He cleared his throat, glancing at the floor before back at you. “Don’t laugh.”

“That depends. Is it funny?”

“I’m not sure yet. Maybe later,” he muttered, then took another breath, as if bracing himself. “I want… a spell.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A spell for what, exactly?”

“For courage,” he answered, eyes closing briefly. “Like… something to help me confess to someone. Without sounding like a complete idiot or a jerk… I don't know. I have liked this girl for a long time since highschool and now she's in college. I miss her a lot and wanted to tell before I don't know, my friends kill me with more jokes.”

You smiled—that kind of smile that was part witch, part goddess, and part girl with a heart melting like candlewax. The air around you both seemed to lean in, holding onto every syllable.

“How adorable,” you beamed, eyes shining with quiet amusement. “I’m almost jealous of this girl.”

“What?” His eyes widened in panic. “No, no! It’s for you!”

A crack of thunder rolled through the air outside—deep and sudden, despite the clear sky just moments before.

Todd’s face went pale. “Was that… you?”

You tilted your head, pretending to ponder, as if your heart wasn't almost burning with happiness. “Might’ve been Zeus having fun at my expense. He’s awful when it comes to unrequited love.”

Todd blinked. “Unrequited?”

“That depends…” you murmured, leaning slowly over the table, your voice softening into something secretive—like you were letting the universe in on a private whisper. “If you ask me properly, maybe I’ll agree to cast the spell.”

He swallowed hard. “H-how do you ask properly?”

You let the silence hang for just a moment, then stood with graceful purpose. The hem of your dress rippled around your legs, weightless, as if the air itself parted for you. You crossed the room toward a small shelf and retrieved a delicate glass vial filled with golden liquid, along with a handful of dried petals that shimmered and shifted color in the candlelight.

“You need to place your intention here,” you guided, handing him a small blank scroll and a quill. “Write the person’s name—and what you wish to say to them.”

He hesitated, glancing from the scroll to you. “Even if that person’s in the room?”

“Especially if they are,” you whispered, your smile curling with a quiet mischief.

Todd’s hands trembled slightly as he took the quill. After a few moments of anxious stillness, he began to write. When he finished, he folded the paper with care and placed it gently in the center of the table.

With a flick of your wrist, the candles around the room extinguished one by one, plunging the space into shadows. Only the crystal ball remained lit, glowing in deep violet hues that pulsed like a heartbeat.

You scattered the petals over the folded scroll, let a few drops of the golden liquid fall, and began to speak—low and lyrical—words in ancient Greek spilling from your lips like a forgotten hymn.

The smoke that rose was warm and sweet, glittering softly as it spiraled upward, twisting and twirling like it danced to a melody only the stars could hear.

“It is done,” you announced, rich with power. But then you smiled, the moment cracking open with a playful gleam. “You’re officially enchanted.”

“Enchanted as in… like, magic?”

“Enchanted as in… by me.”

Todd blushed so hard he looked like he might burst into flames. “Yeah, I think… I think the spell’s already working.”

“You didn’t need a spell, Todd,” You stepped closer, and the smoke curled around you both, drawing in as if to wrap you together in something unseen but undeniable. “You just needed to show up.”

“Well… then can I come back tomorrow?” he asked, his crooked, hopeful smile lighting up his whole face.

“Of course,” you replied, your fingers brushing lightly against the sleeve of his shirt. “But be careful. Witches have a terrible habit of stealing hearts without asking first.”

He swallowed again.

“Too late for that, I think.”

“Good,” you whispered. “I promise I’ll take good care of it.”

And in the quiet that followed, filled only by the shimmer of fading magic and the sound of two hearts beating a little faster, something between you both shifted—like a wish being granted before it was even spoken.

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