#I don’t think I realized how much that messed with me when I was younger and I definitely didn’t realize how much that’s messed with me in

[nope-body]

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[rr311]

·˚ ༘ 𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈 ➪ doggy, missionary, rough sex, HAIR DOWN CHOSO, choking, whore calling, hair pulling, top!choso, bottom!reader, black!reader

₊˚ෆ 𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 you want choso go rough on you!!

ミ★ 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾. welcome to day 3 my spooky ghosts 👻! have exciting news to share with you all…and that’s i got a job at Target! I’m gonna be working now trying to pay off my beautiful car 😩, so updates might be coming late but i’ll try to fulfill the weeks with stories. anyways enjoyyy

“ 𝖧𝖠𝖨𝖱 𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖭 𝖠𝖲𝖲 𝖴𝖯 ! “ － 𝖢𝖧𝖮𝖲𝖮 𝖪𝖠𝖬𝖮 𝖣𝖠𝖸 𝟥 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍

₊˚ෆ 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒐 - It irritated you at how many times you’ve tried to get him to go rough with you but every single time it doesn’t work! choso was a sweet and soft guy, he was a sweetheart! at first when entering the sex life with choso he was shy as a bug. always going gentle with you, doing small things you know? It’s cute don’t yourself wrong! but you wanna try something new with him. you asked him about how he felt about him calling you names in bed and he said he’s fine with it but doesn’t wanna hurt your feelings. It was sweet of how much he cared for you and not wanting to hurt you.

but after much thought of it, today was the day you were gonna ask if you guys can try it, right now you were laid in bed hugging a pillow in your grasp as choso was in the shower after he gotten home from working out with his younger brother yuji. you were scrolling on twitter liking memes you found funny, giggling every now and then at the stupidity on the app. this went on for a few more minutes, hearing the shower turn off and a door opening revealing your boyfriend of 2 years..with his hair down.

what a sight:

whenever choso had his hair down you would always get turned on. no joke. he looks hot, could you blame yourself? the water dripping from his black hair to his chest down to his V-line that was slightly showing... choso didn’t realize your staring as he went into the closet to pick out a white shirt and grey sweatpants, as he was being oblivious to your staring you felt your pussy throb at the thought of you gripping it in your grasp. fuck. you squeezed your hold onto the pillow slighting grinding against it at the scenario’s that played in your head. choso still being oblivious gotten dressed into his night wear, turning off the closet light using the towel to dry off his hair making his way to your guys shared bed. He looked up to see you hugging a pillow very tightly with a raised brow, you were looking at him as if you were gonna pounce any minute. he cleared his throat, “you okay?.” he asked and you nodded your head letting go of the pillow, now sitting up staring up at him “you think we can try that thing we talked about?.” you asked with a husk voice watching as he put the towel down with rest at the corner of the room, giving you a questionable look, “what was it we talked about?.” he answered walking closer towards the bed at the edge of it taking your face into his hand, you bit your lip.

“about going rough with me?.”

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did not expect this.

ass was up and your back was arched, as hands were gripping your hips as he thrusted deep and hard into you hearing your moans full the room. This was all new to choso but he was damn sure a pro at this..the rhythm with his thrust and motion surprised you at this speed. when did he learn all of this stuff? you don’t know or where he learned it from but you fuck it feels so good. you bit hard against the pillow that was laid underneath you, feeling your eyes roll back into your skull as choso kept thrusting at a fast pace. you were becoming a moaning mess every second he thrusts insides you, forcing your hips to push back into him. choso was panting with balls of sweat dripping down his temple as he tried to contain his grunts every time your ass would slam back into him, you gripped the bed sheets beneath you trying to get a word out but everytime you spoke a loud moan replaced it. “f-fuck!..” you whined trying to pull back from him to catch yourself, but he raised a brow seeing you try to get away from him with a scoff.

he thought you wanted this?.

he tsked to himself pulling out of you to flip you onto your back, instantly sliding back into you watching your eyes flutter then squeeze closed. He smirked looking down to see how deep he was into you seeing a print in your stomach, he tilted his head using his hand to press against your stomach to see where his cock was making you scream, “choso!.” you moaned his name feeling his hand push against your stomach practically feeling him gripping the bed sheets, squirming underneath him. he scoffed, he couldn’t believe it actually worked. “can’t believe that worked. I thought you wanted this?” he snickered, you went to argue back but every hard thrust that was pushed inside you, abusing your cunt more and more you couldn’t say anything. when he didn’t hear an answer from you he wrapped his hand against your throat picking your head up alittle giving you a harsh stare.

you stared at him with wide eyes, feeling your air way stop choking a breath. you whimpered clawing at his hand to get him to let go, but choso smirked slowing down his thrusts going slow, “you want me to go slow and gentle with you? after all your whining and bitching for me to fuck you like this and when i do you wanna run away like a whore huh?.” he breathed out grunting at you tightening around his cock.

you whined in response trying to get him to let go so you can breathe, when choso saw you were still trying to put In a fight he smirked letting go off your throat hearing you catch your breath but moaned feeling his hand grip your hair (or braids) pulling your head back, leaning down to mark your neck. he bit and sucked against your skin leaving his marks all over your neck and shoulders, feeling his harsh bites against your neck digging your nails into his back moaning from the pleasure. he was still slowly thrusting inside of you as your knot was slowly coming in, you digged your nails deeper in his shoulder, “faster..m’finna cum.” you begged hearing a low hum feeling a hard and fast thrust. choso picked the pace up also feeling his orgasm, he fucked you in and out in and out with bits of hair sticking to his forehead looking concentrated trying to make you both cum. you were getting turned on by the second seeing his hair still wet and flowy as he fucked you, bits of hair sticking to his forehead as he panted keeping his thrusts focused. without a doubt you shot your hand up to intertwine with his black locks gripping it into your hold forcing his head down to connect with his lips.

kisssing you back much rougher than you, whining into his mouth tightening your grip in his hair feeling your knot come to an end. you squealed into his mouth feeling warm liquid fill you full as you came around his cock heavy, choso pulled back from your lips going towards your neck giving them soft pecks as he thrusted much slower, grinding out his orgasm, few more seconds, he pulled out of you, looking down at the mess he made, he looked between you and your messy cunt clicking his tongue. you were still trying to calm down from your orgasm but your break was over when you felt long fingers enter you. your back arched, bucking your hips Into his fingers feeling overwhelming pleasure. “no..” your body Is betraying you right now. you wanted more. you wanted to feel more. choso snickered keeping eye contact with you as he thrusted his fingers In and out of you at a slow pace, feeling your cum drip along his fingers. after a few more thrusts he pulled his finger out, leaning down giving your pussy a lick with a small moan after. you tasted so good. he leaned more Into your cunt caressing his tongue along your clit cleaning you up.

you moaned softly, grinding your hips at a slow pace feeling his warm tongue eat you out. you traveled your hand towards his hair pushing him more Into you, groaning at your taste. your mind was completely fuzzy, you couldn’t think anymore. you only cared and thought about the pleasure you were receiving, choso gripped your thighs lifting them up a bit Increasing his pace. your eyes shot wide, feeling him start to get more rougher with his tongue. he was only meant to clean you but Instead he got carried away..he was pussy drunk already. getting addicted the more he was tasting you, you were sensitive enough this wasn’t helping but It felt so good. you tried pushing his head back away from you but him being more stronger than you, his head didn’t budge. you felt vibrations of him chuckling, “c’mon baby, give me one more.” he groaned pushing your legs more In. you felt your knot start to quickly form again, trying to grind up against his mouth but the way he’s positioned you, you were forced at your submission. “I’m gonna cum..” you mumbled, “make me cum please.” you asked with desperation In your voice, you needed to cum again. as your final request came through, he kept his pace, moving his tongue up and down pushing In and out of you getting that same taste he got before moaning as you came Into his mouth. “there you go..such a good girl.” he cooed, licking you clean before leaning up towards your lips taking yours with his. you tasted yourself In his mouth, groaning.

you pulled his hair making his head tilt to the side deepening the kiss hearing him groan, the kiss lasted a few more seconds before he pulled away leaning over your sweaty body with a worried look. “are you okay? did i go too rough?.” you groaned sitting up with a small smile, “no..no you didn’t. who taught you how to do all of that?.” you said crawling towards his body to cuddle against him which he gladly accepted rubbing your hips up and down, snickering. “asked a few friends for help..and they gave me a few videos to watch so..” he answered with a small blush watching you laugh, “did you really go through all the trouble to satisfy my wishes?.” you raised a brow, choso bit his lower lip with a small nod. “what if i said yes?.” you shook your head dragging him with you as your back hit the bed with an arm wrapped around his neck, trailing a thumb on his lower lip. “well I enjoyed It..I say we do it again yeah?.” he smirked leaning down hovering his lips over yours with teasing flick to your expose cunt, “yeah?”

“yeah.”

[thinkingabprice]

he was everything you wanted, which made it hurt even more when you knew you couldn’t have him.

john price x reader, age gap, first kiss

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“can you just please do this once for me. one time is all i ask and then i’ll leave you for good.”

your embarrassment was through the roof, but you had already gone too far you couldn’t back out now.

john look at you and sighed, shaking his head.

“you know why i can’t do that, sweetheart. you deserve better than me. you need someone who’s young, your age. i’m no good for you.”

tears pricked your eyes at his words, of course he would say that. you knew the two of you being together would never happen. he was too old for you, as he said. but that didn’t matter to you.

“i just…” you paused for a moment, thinking through your words and you looked to the ground shamefully.

“i don’t want to go another year without knowing what it feels like. i just want to get it over with,” you said quietly.

john looks at you and lifts his hands up to your cheeks to wipe your tears away gently.

“thats exactly why you need to find someone else to do it with.”

“why can’t you do it if you don’t like me back? shouldnt it be easy for you?”

his heart hurt as he looked at you. he hated to be the one bringing you to tears, he only ever wanted to make you smile. he could sense as time went on your feelings for him were more than platonic, which is why he chose to keep his distance from you. he knew he shouldn’t get involved with you, he couldn’t. but you were too damn tempting.

you were like a cool breeze on the beach, refreshing, something he could find himself looking forward to and hoping he would feel. he knew shortly after meeting you his feelings were more than platonic, too, but you couldn’t know that, you shouldn't know that.

you deserved someone better than him. you two couldn’t be more different, so why did he find himself wanting to be close to you all the time? he was older, wiser, he should know better than to chase after someone over a decade younger than him.

you looked up at him, waiting for his response and he pauses, seemingly lost in thought.

“that’s exactly the problem, sweetheart. i can’t kiss you because if i start, i won’t be able to stop.”

“why do you say that like it’s a bad thing? if you feel the same way i don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to.”

“because i don’t deserve you!” he says as he raises his voice.

“i’ll ruin you. i promise, baby, you’ll regret me,” he sighs heavily.

“how can you just say that? how can you be so sure? you’re not even willing to try?” a frown forms on your face as you step back from him, your heart slowly breaking.

john pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration as he turns away.

“baby-“ he starts as he reaches out to you.

“stop calling me that!” you snap at him, backing away even more.

“you can’t keep calling me names you don’t mean. i hate it. i hate you.” you turn around and begin walking towards the door.

john’s heart stops at your words. he messed up and he realizes it.

his arm catches yours and he spins you around and you try to shake him off.

“let go of me! i don’t want to be here any more…”

“baby i promise you i mean every name i say-“ he starts.

“stop. just stop. if you don’t want to kiss me i get it. but the names are too much for me. i can’t take hearing them from you.”

he lets out a deep sigh before speaking softly.

“do you understand how hard it is for me to stay away from you? it hurts me every time i have to see a guy come up to you and not be able to turn him away because you’re with me. i’ve wanted you for so god damn long i can’t remember what it feels like to not want you. i promise you i mean every word that i say.”

“then let me leave. you really think it hurts less knowing you want me back when you won’t even do anything about it? you’re a coward, john price. a coward!” you raise your voice at him.

somehow you find yourself wishing he never told you he felt the same way. it would’ve made it easier to leave, but this? knowing he likes you back but refusing to make a move? this hurts like no other pain.

he growls as you call him a coward and his movements are fast as he pushes you against the wall.

“a coward, really?” he practically snarls at you, his attitude completely changing as he holds you in place.

“yes a coward! i can’t believe you right now. just let me go so i can find someone else who will want to kiss me.”

“you wanna be kissed then? that’s it? that’s all you want from me? want me to ruin you?” he looks at you, his words melting through your skin as they register in your head.

his hands trail over your sides leaving goosebumps in their path and one travels further up, brushing gently over your neck and finally finding its resting place against the side of your head. he looks at you expectantly for an answer but you find yourself speechless.

“can’t talk now, hm? got you pinned up against me and you don’t wanna yell at me anymore?” he looks down at you cockily.

you couldn’t speak. why couldn’t you speak? no matter how hard you tried your brain couldn’t form any coherent thoughts and all you did was stare at him for a moment.

“i just wanted one kiss,” you say quietly.

you hear him let out a breath against your ear, you hadn’t even realized how he gravitated closer towards you and his head trailed down towards your neck, his lips brushing over it gently.

“that’s all you want?”

you nod your head slightly and he acknowledges it, humming against your neck as he pulls away.

his hand reaches up to hold your cheek softly, and he stares down at you.

you look up at him expectantly and his face moves closer towards yours until your lips finally meet in a gentle kiss.

his lips are soft against yours, the kiss is everything and even more than what you could've imagined. his movements aren't harsh, almost as if he's afraid anything rougher could hurt you. you could feel butterflies in your stomach as he hums comfortably against you.

you pull away slowly with a slight flush to your cheeks and you look up and see him staring back at you hungrily, his eyes darting back towards your lips once again.

your voice is quiet when you finally speak again.

“i think ill head out now,” you begin and pull away, but john immediately starts shaking his head and his hand reaches out to grab you and pull you closer to him.

"no, not yet. you've got to be out of your god damn mind if you think i'm letting you leave with only one kiss."

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this is my first time writing a one shot like this sorry if it’s bad but price is consuming me rn :P

[emssturniolo]

talk to me

pairing: matthew sturniolo x reader

summary: matt knows you too well, especially when you aren’t being yourself

a/n: this was a request but i kinda gave it a little more plot :)

you did’t know what happened, really. one moment you were sitting on the couch at the triplets’ watching tiktoks aimlessly on your phone, and the next you were uncontrollably crying and shaking - to a person from an outside perspective, it might have seemed as if you had just fallen into frozen cold water, but you hadn’t. it was just your mind playing foolish tricks on you.

see, you and matt have been dating for a while - and you trusted him, so much - but this was a rare occurrence where your mind was doubting what it believed so thoroughly.

amongst the many tiktoks you had scrolled passed that night, one of them seemed to blur the vision of whatever in your head kept you thinking straight - it was a tiktok of matt… obviously, with a girl who seemed so so much younger than you suggesting that matt and some random influencer had been secretly dating.

the video had intense details, and things not even a mastermind would have thought to put together - which is probably what made you believe it - it suggested that matt and this influencer had met at tara’s party a while back, and displayed evidence of matt and her started liking each other’s posts not too long after the date of party.

now you weren’t one to usually believe these things, but it was so unrealistically possible, that your mind decided to play tricks on you, and there’a a high probability that your lack of sleep the previous night did not help.

matt was currently out with his brothers, filming a late night car video, and the shitty thing was that even if he wasn’t out - you couldn’t never get yourself to talk to him about something like this. you loved him so much that the possibility of him taking it the wrong way was too much to risk.

so when matt came back home later that night, and your mind was still racing, you had ultimately decided to suck everything up - but he knew you, maybe even a little too well, and when he noticed you weren’t laughing to his jokes as hard as you usually do, and that you weren’t as excited for the mcdonald’s he brought you home that night, he just knew something was up.

so he laid beside you on the couch when both nick and chris had gone down to their rooms for the night and asked you a simple question… which may have just sent you downhill.

“hey, what’s up? something’s wrong, i can tell.”

and with that, you broke down. anxiety flooding through your body, causing you to shake and stutter trying to respond to his question. in attempt to act like you were just fine, you failed. miserably.

“no-nothing. i’m- why?”

and with that he let out a harmless chuckle, purely to the fact you thought that he would believe your stuttering mess of a sentence.

“c’mon, angel. something's wrong.”

“you can take your time, just talk to me. please, i don’t want to go to bed worrying about you.”

your mind was moving fast. very fast. but you knew he wouldn’t drop it unless you told him exactly what was bothering you and what he could do to help.

“i just- i may or may not have seen a tiktok- god this sound so stupid-“ he cut you off the second those words left your mouth.

“hey no, nothing you say is stupid, just tell me”

“to be clear, i am fully aware you aren’t cheating on me- but there was a tiktok and it suggested you and some influencer were dating and i’ve just been dying all night thinking how i would actually survive without you if that ever happened and- i don’t actually know, i just panicked.”

his eyes widened at the word ‘cheating’, and then softened when he realized you were just overthinking, and then turned into this type of frowny shape when he thought of you having to doubt his never-ending love for you.

he didn’t know where to start from, so he just didn’t think about anything and let his heart speak.

“oh angel, you don’t ever ever ever have to worry about anything like that. i am so so so lucky to have you in my life, let alone call you mine, why would i ever trade that for anything else?and you know i understand more than anything that your anxiety is speaking right now, but please don’t worry so much over a tiktok made by some girl who’s probably twelve years old. if you don’t mind, can i see the video please?”

and with that you showed him the tiktok, the look on his face as confused as yours the first time that you had seen the video.

“i have never seen that girl in my life, angel, you can go through my phone if you want to feel better, but i promise you i haven’t.”

but there was no need to go through anyone’s phone - you trusted matt with your whole being, and now you yourself are doubting why you didn’t just a few minutes ago.

“no, matt,” you let out a slight breathy laugh “i trust you. i’m sorry, i think I just panicked, i don’t even know what was going through my head.”

matt made a gesture with his head, silently asking if he could hug you. you just put your weight onto him and he caught you with his warm handstand reciprocated the hug.

“you’re good, sweetheart.” he kissed the top of your head, and picked you up swiftly in one motion moments after, carrying you to his room.

[nouearth]

baby-sitting for miguel o'hara.

miguel o'hara x m!reader headcanons.

part ii.

warnings: smut, perverted!miguel, stalker!miguel, top!miguel, bottom!male reader, small!male reader, weak!male reader, sir!kink, thoughts of sex, masturbation, fingering, spying, kinda dubcon (?), heavily focused on sweat and smelly musk (hehe).

notes: say hi to my first miguel story! i couldn't stop thinking about him ever since I rewatched the movie, tbh.

—at first, miguel was rather reluctant to hire you for babysitting.

—your experience was almost non-existent, if it hadn’t been for that one time you babysat your nephew… eight years ago. of course, you left that part of information out.

—but miguel deemed you trustworthy, concluded that so even before he ran a background check on you.

—and so far, he seemed correct.

—on the first day, he was just as nervous as you were, leaving his precious and sacred gift to the world with a complete stranger—it was frightening and if he had the choice, he wouldn’t have done this.

—he would tell you about the cameras installed throughout the house—mostly for the safety of gabriella’s, but your well-being was also a considerate factor in this choice. 

—you were small, and if miguel said that you looked weak, you’d probably say a questionable thank you considering how quietly submissive you were towards him.

—later that first night, miguel knew he made the right choice in picking you (out of a measly three candidates, but still). 

—you managed to get gabriella to sleep by her bedtime, one routine that miguel still hadn’t figured out yet.

—but to be fair, babies woke up and slept according to their own terms, so did they really have a bedtime other than day, afternoon, and night?

—like the first night of many, you bid him goodbye after being paid.

—goodnight, sir! i’m pretty much free all summer until my semester starts, so if you need me on stand by or something… go crazy!

—all right, I’ll keep that in mind. 

—and… thank you.

—something ignited in him when you guys spoke. it must’ve been… what, your fourth interaction together? 

—the first few have been more formal—interviewing you, introducing you to gabriella, and checking up on you with a phone call. it was limited, a thick barrier that miguel would put up between you and him because it was work—just work.

—even though he sent you off fairly quick, the interaction was long enough for him study you like he never did before. 

—he never realized how handsome you were, optimism practically seeping from your smile to your voice. it was a stark contrast to his moodiness, strained by the constant amount of stress put on by work, and furthermore by an ongoing divorce case.

—but he liked you, more than he’d like to admit.

—miguel liked the way you would tuck your shirt into your pants. a younger version of him would’ve labelled you a nerd, church boy even.

—but he found it attractive when the fabric laid on your chest with the right amount of tightness—a slightest exposure that would have him staring for an embarrassing amount of time.

—he also found it attractive when the peak of summer closed in on you.

—one day, you would show up at his doorstep in shorts.

—you preferred walking. 

—no wonder you were so radiant to him, you practically soaked in the sun every day before you two would meet.

—sorry if i look like a mess, sir- i look gross, don’t i?

—that feeling in him returned again, churned like butter as he would watch the sweat calmly roll down your aching legs.

—i’d be lying if i told you no, wouldn’t i?

—you were a mess, miguel would go on to agree to himself. not because of the way your hair sparkled in the sun as it latched onto sweat—but because of the way you were completely oblivious to how you made him feel.

—it only grew stronger with subsequent meetings.

—you can use my shower, you know. it’s gotta be uncomfortable to be sweaty in those clothes for—what—eight hours?

—no, no! I’m fine, sir. i don’t think it would be right of me to-

—well, just throwing it out there in case you needed to. 

—next time, then!

—and the next time, you would carry an extra bag of clothes because you and miguel both knew the outcome.

—it was a proud moment when miguel could smell his body wash on you when you left that night.

—sure, he probably bought the most generic brand he could find. but he has never smelt that scent on you before, so it inflated his ego to know that you’d be walking home in his usual scent.

—sleeping in his scent.

—like every other night, a shower would mark the end of miguel’s day. it was his favorite pastime—all thoughts were left behind as soon as he stepped under the shower head, letting the warm spray of water wash him of stress.

—when he stepped out, something caught his eye in the corner of the tiled floor—something blue.

—your briefs. 

—you forgot to take your briefs with you because you were rushing when you heard gabriella suddenly cry.

—it would’ve been off-putting by anyone else, but this was you.

—this was your briefs, miguel would then hold up like a trophy. a piece of fabric that would contain and cover you—touch your most vulnerable parts.

—with the current feelings miguel had for you, it would’ve been a missed opportunity if he simply threw it in the washer.

—so, he doesn’t.

—11 am. where miguel would usually find himself sleeping by this hour—he was inhaling the scent of your musk instead, scrunching your sweat-stained briefs to his face as he jerked off in bed.

—in all honestly, he was ashamed to admit that he loved the smell of your sweat.

—but miguel would nonetheless take deep whiffs, desperate to smell you in your most vulnerable state.

—and he comes at the very last second when he can.

—it wasn’t enough for him though, so miguel doesn’t waste a single second to jerk himself off again—his cum lubing his sensitive cock up with a generous amount of stickiness and slick.

—good morning, sir!

—(m/n), i thought i said that you can call me miguel?

—oh… right! sorry, that completely slipped my mind. i must’ve forgotten.

—never stop forgetting, miguel muttered to himself, fucking his heavy cock into  the depth of your briefs.

—he loved the way you called him sir. it made him feel authoriative and only fueled his want and need to protect you—you and your weak body. 

—you’d be powerless if something were to happen to you, and the chances of that happening were well in your wits since you continued to insist on walking home.

—unbeknownst to you, every night miguel would follow you in the shadows—an undisclosed bodyguard of some sort—until you reached home.

—even then, he wasn’t fully relaxed because most crimes always took place domestically.

—he would watch you from below, through your window, for quite some time, making sure your parents’ house was a danger-free zone. 

—and it wasn’t until you took your pants off and began stroking yourself through those same blue briefs, that he was finally at peace. 

—fuck... miguel stopped fucking into your briefs to take another whiff of the fabric until his nostrils stung—a mixture of you and him together now. 

—the fabric clung around miguel’s cock as his thick precum was the only glue that pieced him and the presence of you together. 

—he would think back to how you would suck on two of your fingers as you stroked yourself to nothing but lewd thoughts—your eyes tightly closed to visualize your perverted mind into reality. 

—what are you thinking about? who are you thinking about? is it me? are you thinking about my cock?

—the air in his bedroom has gotten heavier, thick with sex as he sweated under the cloud of you fingering yourself with the clumsiest yet neediest precision.

—he spat on his cock to slick it up again—because he could go on for hours—replaying back to the night where he watched you completely juxtapose with the innocent image he had of you prior.

—your hips were lifted up, legs awkwardly bent back as you dug into yourself, working your hole open deeper with one, then two, then three fingers because—miguel was right. like a spell, you were thinking of him and his cock.

—he had to be big, you were so sure of it. the fact that you strained your neck from looking up at him was a telling sign that he was, as ignorant as that was.

—and you were practically drooling at the thought of his cock stuffing you with the most fulfilling amount of pain and pleasure.

—you’d want him to be ruthless with you and show no mercy as he couldn’t care less about the way you whimpered and cried out for him to stop.

—fucking you from behind as his strong arms held you in a headlock, applying pressure that would frighten a choke out of you.

—because you were nothing but his fuck toy.

—it was all overwhelming for miguel on that night, almost too good to be true and he had to squeeze his cock through his sweats to make sure this was reality.

—you would confirm that it was, with the image of you coming all over your chest and stomach, all to the pathetic plunging of your fingers.

—and miguel does too, coming powerfully, to the point of shudders running down his broad back, into a part of your briefs where it would hold your own dick because he wants his smell to be imprinted on you, inked deep into your flesh.

—until you smelled like his.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[yankpop]

Yandere BTS OT7 - Mistake

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes that includes yandere/dark. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. 

SUMMARY: You make a big mistake and now you deal with the consequences.

Check more: Masterlist.

OT7 x Female reader

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping.

AN: I really made Jimin the bad guy here, but I hope you guys like it 💖

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You hold your breath for a solid minute, staring at the door as it shakes.

The banging on the door progressively gets more violent as the loud commotion outside of the bathroom you just locked yourself in increases. 

The realization of what you did slowly starts to hit you. 

But you know very clearly how badly you’ve messed up. 

“Y/n! Open this door right now!” Hoseok and Jimin yell, angry voices mixing in. 

“Open it right fucking now!” 

“Don’t you dare ignore us!” 

You wince as a hard punch is thrown at the poor door, silently thanking the strong wood for withstanding the boys’s wrath. 

It’s the only thing keeping you safe from a horrible punishment, although you’re not stupid enough to think you can spend the rest of your life hidden in the bathroom.  

“What is going on here?” a new voice joins, overlapping over the rest of the angry voices, and you guess it’s Namjoon from the deep timbre. 

“Look at this, hyung! Y/n tried pushing Jimin down the stairs and now she’s locked herself in the bathroom.” 

You can practically see Namjoon’s brows rising in disbelief. 

The handle moves and upon realizing that the door is indeed locked shut, there’s a new knock on the door, although this one is much softer than the previous ones. 

“Y/n? Is this true?” he questions you, voice laced with disappointment. “Did you try to hurt Jimin?” 

Hot tears prickle your eyes as the struggle to hold them back proves itself to be worthless.

They’re gonna get so mad at you. They’re gonna hurt you.

“N-No.” 

“Liar!” Jimin cuts you off, and you jump at an unexpected fierce bang to the door. “I was trying to be nice and you fucking pushed me away!”

His explanation is twisted and it awakens flames of annoyance inside you. 

Jimin is not someone you would rank highly when it came to the boys, despite having no clear favorites amongst them.

You hate them all.

They’re all kidnappers, for all you care. But Jimin is particularly pushy when it comes to you and you hate him dearly for that. 

“You’re the liar!” you scream back, still maintaining a safe distance from the door. “You…Why don’t you tell the truth, you asshole?” 

You don’t wait for him to reply before continuing. 

“Namjoon, he tried slipping his hands underneath my shirt.” you sniff, cringing at the fresh memory of Jimin’s cold hands sneaking around your belly, starved to touch any inch of your skin. “He touched me, so I pushed him. He- I didn’t realize the stairs were so close, okay?” 

There’s a moment of silence. 

“Jimin-ah, why would you do that?” 

The muffled question from Jin has a light spark of hope igniting in you. Jin is one of the nicest, he’ll surely understand your situation. 

“I didn’t grope her! It was barely a touch!” 

“Jimin…” Namjoon sighs, clearly having doubts over the younger boy’s dubious explanation.  

“Hyung, I’m telling the truth! Y/n is the one lying!” Jimin argued back, his heated temper making his voice rise. “She’s just making excuses for the fact that she tried hurting me. She’s the one who went crazy on me and tried to shove me down the stairs.” 

“I didn’t-”

“She was probably hoping that I’d break my neck or something.” The malicious tone that Jimin uses upsets you. 

“I already said it was an accident!” you try to defend yourself.

“It didn’t look much like an accident.” Yoongi contradicts you. 

“Yeah, it really didn’t.” You shake your head at Jungkook’s words, feeling yourself getting slightly hysterical. 

You want to scream and shout. Of course they’re gonna take Jimin’s side. 

“It was an accident!” your voice is considerably aggravated, and it shows. “I didn’t mean to!” 

“Then come out.” Jimin challenges you. “What are you hiding for, if it was an accident?” 

You ignore him. 

The boys argue back and forth, with Jimin vehemently insisting it's all your fault against Jin and Taehyung, who try their best to minimize your actions. 

Finally, when the argument threatens to escalate into a fight, Namjoon intervenes.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, guys. There’s no point in fighting like this. Let’s solve the situation like adults.”

There’s a softer knock on the door. 

“Y/n? Can you please come out?” 

You don’t even think before throwing a loud no. 

“Sweetheart, please, we’re not gonna hurt you.” Jin tries.

“Speak for yourself.” Jimin’s voice isn’t low enough to go unheard, and the hair on your arms rises at the implicit threat.

“Jimin!” several boys hiss. 

“Baby, please, just come out!” Taehyung begs. "We can talk things out."

“Y/n, we just want to clear up the situation, okay?” Namjoon tries again, using a pacific tone. “No one is punishing you without having the whole story, I promise.” 

You shake your head, heart pounding in your ears as you walk further away from the door. You don’t believe him.

In the end, they’ll hurt you. You know that. 

Curling yourself into the small space next to the bathtub, you bury your face in your arms.

Any previous anger and energy you had is now fully drained, the seriousness of your situation making you dwell into a light depression. 

You’re tired. So fucking tired of them. 

They’ve turned you into a captive, took away all of your life choices, stripped you away from your freedom. All for a poor excuse of love, as they claimed it. 

Obsessed freaks, that’s what they truly are. 

You cover your ears with your hands, blocking away their circus of begging, threatening and bribing. 

You’re not opening the door. 

It takes less than an hour for them to finally get inside the bathroom. 

By then, you’re slightly more anxious, having cried all the tears you had and yet new ones are ready to spill when Jungkook and Jin’s combined strength finally breaks the door down. 

As already expected, Jimin is the first one to stride in, closely followed by the rest of the boys. 

But what scares you the most is the terrifyingly sly smirk that he dedicates you as he bends down. One of his hands grips your hair, aggressively pulling your head back as he leans down to whisper on your ear. 

“I don’t care what Namjoon hyung said before.” he says, “But you’re getting punished. We’ll see if you can even walk after what I’m about to do to you.”

[adventuringblind]

Mentor Them

Lando Norris x Reader X Carlos Sainz

Genre: Smut

summary: Carlos teaches his teammate some good bedroom skills. feelings come to light in the process.

Warnings: Smut, PinV, porn with plot, oral (m and f receiving), denial, overtimulation, Dom Carlos, Sub reader and Lando, bandage

Notes: You know who you are. You did this to me. I will not be speaking on the subject.

Masterlist

Carlos has taken a liking to his younger teammate. He’s also taken an interest in said teammates relationship.

Lando, in the year and a half Carlos has known him, has kept the same girlfriend. But the thing that fascinates him is how oddly similar they are. The only difference is their energy. Lando is a bit more bouncy and chaotic, whereas she is soft-spoken and shy.

Carlos knows it’s weird. But he’s also not oblivious and incredibly intuitive. He notices the flustered laughs and blushes Lando gets when he’s around. He sees how the female looks at him until he catches her.

He knows both well. Wherever one is you can find the other not to far behind. It’s like they are each others safety blanket.

Is it bad he wants to absolutely ruin both of them? He tries not to think about it to much. They just look so soft together that he can’t help himself.

It’s after a race one afternoon that Carlos realizes he may have his fantasy fulfilled after all.

Lando came knocking on the door of his room in the McLaren motorhome. He was already blushing when Carlos let him inside. For the first time in a long time, there is no female in sight and Carlos thinks something bad may have happened.

“I need to ask you something and you’re not aloud to laugh at me.” The Brit says in an arguably strict tone.

“Anything. I won’t laugh.”

“I need help with, uh, bedroom stuff.” He looks down in shame ad Carlos is quick to stand up and lift Lando’s gaze to meet his.

“There is no shame is asking about that.”

Lando looks like he might go into shock but he manages a simple “Okay.”

~

Carlos goes over everything him and Lando had talked about on his way to their room. The two are trying to experiment but have no idea where to start.

Is he taking advantage of the situation? Probably. But for right now he’s just going to let himself enjoy it. Teach them a few things. Maybe even make a mess of them both in the process.

The one thing he’s mildly concerned about is the female. lando had made it clear that he doesn’t care what happens, but she has a tendency to not speak up if she doesn’t like things because she’s afraid of disappointing. It doesn’t help that she is shy and even struggles talking to Carlos despite having known him for awhile now.

Lando also mentioned her ability to not make any sounds during sex like her life depends on it. Her entire body could be spasming and she could still be silent. Another habit he’s hoping to break tonight.

He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

~

She has no idea what to expect. Lando and her had been thinking about this for some time now, inviting Carlos to join them. She just wasn’t sure what the whole ‘experimenting’ excuse is about. Her and Lando have done plenty of that!

Dynamics are a little funky a times because they’ve both had to learn to be switch’s. They fumbled for a bit, but she thought they’d done plenty of that and that their sexual health is fantastic.

Then he explained that he kind of fibbed because this counts as experimenting, technically speaking. He also said that Carlos didn’t hesitate to say yes and got excited at the proposal. It makes her wonder if Carlos has also thought about them in this way.

Lando sits next to her on the bed. His arms wrapped around her and his head in the crook of her neck. “remember Carlos doesn’t know how to read you like I do. You’ll have to communicate verbally with him.” She just hums. She doesn’t know why she does it, her voice just leaves during sex and it’s so hard for her to speak. “For me, please?”

“I will, for you.”

They don’t get to continue their conversation as they hear a knock at the door. Lando bounds to go and greet their guest and she curls herself into the corner of the bed. Just her and her breaths for a minute.

The curious sound of something hitting the wall fills her ears. Then follows the wet sound of sloppy kisses and a few moans. Finally they come into view and she can see Carlos smothering Lando in a full mouth kiss. She even thinks she can see the swipe of their tongues every now and then.

When Carlos pulls away, he looks between them with hunger. “Why do I feel like you two actually know exactly what you’re doing?”

“Cause I sorta kinda fibbed.”

“I can tell by the way you let me shove my tongue down your throat with ease.”

Lando blushes at the statement. ‘Oops.”

Carlos sits on the end of the bed and swings himself around to face the female. He motions for Lando to join and a small smirk tugs at his lips when he obeys.

“Complete transparency: I have thought about this for awhile now.”

She exchanges a look with the Brit. Turns out he has been thinking about them as well. “So have we.”

“So the experimenting?”

“Technically this is experimenting.”

Carlos just shakes his head. “You could’ve just asked and I would’ve said yes.”

The girl uncurls from herself just a bit. “It’s hard to do when you have a crush on the person you’re asking.” The smile on Carlos’ face is unreal. He looks ecstatic and it makes her feel fuzzy on the inside. “We were going to ask if you wanted to try things with us. Like, in a romantic sense.”

Her and Lando look at him expectantly. The Spaniards smile seems to grow even more. “Yeah, I think I would like to try that. But I have one condition.”

“And what would that be?” Lando’s tone is a bit snarky but she knows what he’s doing. He has a tendency to rile people up quickly. Namely her. In a sexual way.

“I want to take you both apart tonight.”

The stunned silence that falls between them is ridiculous. the fact that she’s not sure what he means by that and the idea of watching that happened seems very appealing. She does not register, however, that Carlos said both of them. She’d already settled for mostly watching the two of them go at it. Not to much involvement on her end.

There are no words exchanged. Just Lando staring at the Spaniard as if waiting for his doom. Not a bad way to go out really.

And just as suspected, when there is even an inkling of confirmation, Carlos is once again choking his tongue down Lando’s throat. The two of them clamber back onto the bed with nothing but clumsy chaos.

The female curls into herself further. She watches in awe. The same feeling of losing her voice during intimate moments comes crashing over her, and she has no clue what she should do.

If she's honest with herself, she would be perfectly content just watching. She lets her mind wander to the future and what their life might look like together. If people found out what they might say.

She doesn't realize she's been spacing out until Lando is calling her name. She must have been gone a while because he and Carlos are both missing their shirts.

She feels clueless.

Carlos, in all of his beauty, gently grabs under her knees and slides her almost fully underneath him.

The hungry stare makes her squeak. It's nothing like she's ever seen before. Lando is usually needy and whiny, but this is nothing but pure untamed lust.

He hovers over her. Hands moving to pin her wrists to the mattress beneath her. He studies her. His eyes move down her body as if calculating how to best attack.

She's panting heavily. A pause. A calm before the storm.

Then something in him snaps.

His belt is off in seconds. Carlos finds Lando's wrists and uses his belt as some sort of makeshift rope. One that he won't be getting out of on his own. Lando won't be doing much touching if his hands are stuck behind him, and she wonders what Carlos is planning.

Carlos is half straddling her now. The other hand of him towering Lando. His hands gripping messy curls. "You said you can't get her to make noise? If that's the case, I feel that you haven't been doing it right." He grabs Lando's chin and directs his haze at her. "You've had such a beautiful girl, compliant even, and you haven't made her cum so hard she's praying your name?"

Carlos clicks his tongue. He strips Lando of the rest of his clothes. Completely bare. Unless you count the belt, keeping his hands from really doing anything.

"We're using colors for safe words. Are you both familiar?" She shakes her head yes in confirmation, and Lando gives a verbal answer. "I need words, princesa."

How is she ever going to get through tonight if he calls her things like that? She breathes and attempts to make her paralyzed vocal chords work. "Yeah..." it's barely even a whisper, but Carlos looks so pleased with himself.

The Spaniard maneuvers Lando back onto the bed on his knees. He grabs his jaw again and looks so stern that she thinks he might actually be upset. "You are not going to finish until you pull a noise out of her. Do you understand?"

A slurred "Yes sir" stumbles out of the Brits mouth. Then Carlos is back over her body. He tugs at the bottom of her shirt. The outer layers are shed so easily. She's not self-consciousness, even quite confident with how Lando compliments her every opportunity he gets. Yet Carlos' hungry eyes make her want to shield herself.

It's overwhelming, a good overwhelming, but still overwhelming.

"Don't hide away from me now. If you do that, I can't teach Lando how to pleasure such a good girl."

Is it possible for a human to melt? Because she is most definitely melting. Putty to be molded as the Spaniard pleases.

He works off her bra with skilled fingers. She goes again to try and close up but Carlos is quick to catch her and pin her hands.

He kisses her neck, her lips, her shoulders, the center of her chest. It's such a contrast to the roughness she saw with Lando. He's being slow and taking his time with her. Lando looks like he is enjoying being punished to an extent (he's always been a bit of a brat for her).

She sucks in a breath when Carlos' tongue and teeth find her nipples. He goes back and forth between both of them. Her breathing is heavier than it was before. More labored from the stimulation.

Still no noise.

He captures her lips again and then trails his lips all the way to the last piece of clothing she has on. Her body shivers in anticapation. He tugs at the elastic and makes eye contact with her. "Can I take these off?"

The nodding her head in response isn't going to work, and she knows that. She steels herself and forces her voice to work even if it's small. "Please." A blink, and you'll miss it type of whisper, but he hears her.

He drags them off. Hands running across her body in an almost desperate motion. He pries her legs apart easily. You'd think she was weightless. Another confidence booster since she's got a 'not a supermodel' kind of body. In her opinion, at least.

Carlos goes back to kissing her. Now, adding small bites as he goes. He's teasing the area around where she would like him to be. Again, not complaining, simply enjoying what he's giving.

He pulls away, and she huffs. He looks satisfied with it. "Maybe if you begged for it, I would keep going." He smirks. Her eyes widen in the realization that he wants to get her as vocal as possible. Not just for Lando, but for himself also.

Carlos manhandles Lando in between her legs. She can feel his warm breath clinging to her body in all the right places.

"Do you want me to just sit here or...?"

A flash of movement and a small amount of force appear out of thin air. Lando's tongue is everywhere she jeeds it to be. Carlos passes her a curious look. "Is he always like this." She shakes her head yes. If only he knew the half of it.

"Remember amour." He whispers into Lando's ear. "You pull a noise out of her, and you can finish." Then he looks at her. Gentle eyes but stern voice. "And you can finish if you want, but do not make a sound if it isn't real. Let him be desperate and learn from this."

And oh how desperate he would become.

Carlos doesn't make it any easier on him. She knew it was going to be torcher for the Brit when Carlos asked if there was lube in close proximity, and the answer was yes.

Hands are everywhere. Touching, feeling, grabbing, spreading. Her nerves are on fire from all the stimulation. Lando whining into her core and Carlos continually shoving the Brit further into her is making her feel all sorts of ways.

Her body spasms without warning. The deep sated pleasure hit her in a wave.

Silence. A little labored breathing. But still no noises pulled from her.

Carlos halts all movment. Lando cries from having no physical contact. Limbs flail like a child whose mother said no to ice cream.

"I guess we'll have to try something different, huh Landito." How Carlos can move people around so effortlessly is beyond her. The positions are reversed now. Though she is sitting more comfortably since she has her hands.

Carlos takes the courtesy of letting his hands free. The Brit immediately runs his hands all over both of them.

Carlos pulls her body into his back. Fingers caress her sides, then grabs her hair. He pulls hard enough so that she can look at him, albeit upside down in a way.

He places a chaste kiss to her nose, causing her to smile a bit. "I want to hear the words. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want to be a good girl for me."

It comes so naturally this time. Like begging for him is her first language. It's the only thing she knows. It falls from her lips in the form of a prayer, and Carlos looks satisfied with her for it.

Something happens when he slams into her without warning. Her hands grip onto Lando's thighs, and her mouth falls open.

Something between a shreik and a moan leaves her, and it's shocking. Carlos doesn't stop, but he's reveling in it. "See princesa, you sound so fucking beautiful. Moan for me more. Whine for me with Lando in your throat."

And so she did. Like she found her voice despite it never really being gone. Carlos had unlocked something in her mind that let her get past the mental block.

Lando looks like he might cum just to the sound of her. It's his favorite song on repeat, and every noise makes his eyes roll back further.

Praise. Both are praising her. It only makes her do it more. Her mind is so far gone that it's possible she'll never recover. Lando has gotten her here before, but never this far.

They are both gone. Deep into the glassy eyes and fuzzy headspaces that she doesn't care what happens next.

She's choking off Lando's length, but she can't be bothered to care. His hands fist her hair as he slams his hips into her face. His breathing is labored and mouth open. His words are swimming in her ears as are Carlos'.

She fell over a while ago. She's been over the edge for an insane amount of time. Lando spilling down into her throat only pulls her deeper into it.

Carlos is getting sloppy with his relentless thrusts. She feels him stutter and pulse onside of her. His angle hitting her where she wants it.

That small voice in the back of her head is glad Carlos was responsible and put on protection. He doesn't pull out until he's done.

They are all sweaty, but it doesn't matter. She finds herself in Lando's lap. He's buried in her. His hands are tracing the sensitive lines he knows so well. She reciprocated the gentle affection.

Carlos has complete control of the situation. He lays wet kisses to every area of skin he can get to. He praises and degrades in all the correct ways. Guides them through every action. Lando pulling ever sound he'd been longing to hear for over a year from the depths of her soul.

It's bliss. They'd been at it so long that she couldn't control her own body anymore. Gone are coherent thoughts.

Carlos stops them. Gently slowing both down with his hands as guides. "You're both such beautiful creatures."

They fall into a heap. Her and Lando can barely move and settle for holding hands and staring. Sleep because the best idea she has ever had. Her eyes droop.

"No sleep yet. Don't want you getting sick or subdropping on me." Carlos chuckles as he presses cold rags to their skin. "I would have you bathe, but I don't think that would I can manage you both in there."

"Thank you, Carlos, really." Mumbles Lando.

"I should be thanking you two. I've wanted this for so long. It's hard to believe it took us this long." Carlos runs a hand through his hair. "Tommorow I'm taking you two out for a real date."

"I think I speak for both of us when I say that we would love that."

"I seconds that." She mumbles before throwing herself over the boys in a head of bodies and comfort.

[ox-imagines]

Tokyo Debunker as Romance Tropes

Feel free to ask me to write a longer imagine/oneshot for any of these!

Pt. 5 | Hotarubi

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7

Subaru - Boy Next Door

Subaru’s family moved in next door to yours one summer, much to the excitement of many of the girls at your school. He's always polite about their attention, but gets shy very easily, and is quiet in class. He excels in everything he does, other than socialization. You finally approach him walking home from the bus one day, introducing yourself. He seems startled and a bit nervous when you speak to him, as if expecting you to be like the girls at school who fawn over him, but he relaxes once he realizes you’re just trying to be friendly. You start hanging out with him more, finding him to be just as sweet as he seems and actually quite passionate to match. The girls at school have mixed reactions to your spending time with him. Some are a bit

jealous, some seem disappointed, some congratulate you on being someone who could finally catch his attention. You try to explain that you‘re just friends and eventually the buzz dies down some. As time passes, you start to see him a bit differently. You ignore it, because how could one possibly not feel affection toward such a sweet, gentle boy? Unfortunately those feelings come to a head when one of your classmates asks him to a school dance and, not wanting to upset anyone, he accepts her invitation. You feel sick when he tells you, but you smile and nod and congratulate him. You don’t tell him you weren’t going to go. The night of the dance, he comes back a little after ten, coming over to your house. Your parents let him in and let him go up to your room. You’re surprised to find it was him who knocked on your door; the dance didn’t end until 11, what was he doing back early? Besides, you look a mess, your pajamas on and your eyes a bit puffy from crying over him. He immediately asks what's wrong and ushers you back over to your bed, sitting with you, then reveals that he left the dance early because it ‘didn’t feel right.’

“I missed you tonight, you should’ve been there. Can, can I kiss you?”

Haku - Best Friend's Brother

You grew up alongside your best friend, and her brother Haku. He’s a year or so older than your friend and always friendly with you both, playing with you when you were younger, though he seemed more distant and busy with his own friends the older he got. As you both grew up, you couldn’t deny how exceedingly gorgeous he is, growing out and dying his hair, his lithe frame filling out. He finally had the looks to match the smooth mouth he’d always had. You weren’t aware, but he finds that you’ve grown up well too. When he graduates the year before you and leaves for school, you’re left feeling a little sadder than you expected. You keep tabs on his social media posts, a part of you wishing you were with him. Eventually though, you’re swept up with exams and your own graduation preparations. Before you know it, you’re out of school and Haku’s home for the summer. In almost no time, you somehow find yourself in a somewhat… compromised position with him in your game room while both your families were just upstairs. After all the times you’ve imagined this, though, you can’t really complain.

“I hope you know you’re not just some summer fling to me. With that said, though, please don’t tell my sister? Not yet, at least?”

Zenji - Falling in Love with the Wrong Person

Zenji is a creative, romantic soul, and manages to see the best in everyone. Even when he’s worried, he can find the good in almost any situation. He’s got a heart of gold. That’s where you come in. You think he’s a great guy, and he quickly falls head over heels for you. Unfortunately, love isn’t the only thing a relationship needs to hold it together. You sometimes have trouble understanding Zenji and his interests and his unique ways, and you don’t always find it easy to communicate your own problems with him, despite him trying his best to be a good listener for you. You do try to put in the effort to keep your relationship for a while, but it wears on you. Zenji, on the other hand, tries to stay optimistic. He does everything in his power to patch up the issues between you, refusing to see them simply as differences between the two of you instead of problems that can be fixed. He tries to be everything you want and need, ignoring the emotional strain it’s putting on him. It only makes it harder on you; you can see what he’s doing, and the effect it has on him, but it makes you love him more in an albeit guilty sense. You have a man who’d move mountains for you if he could, but you can’t find it in you to be who he needed. Your love and genuine appreciation for him makes it hurt all the more to end things, but it’s also why you know you can’t just hold onto him like this and watch him tear himself apart anymore.

“I’m not sure I understand, my dear. Is there something I’ve done? Was it something I didn’t do? Please, dearest, I’m certain I can fix this, let me fix us.”

[koolades-world]

I absolutely LOVE your headcanons esp the Indian ones they make me feel quite seen even if I'm from a country that have super similar cultures (Mauritius) 💗🫶

But now I have to ask, I'm the eldest cousin so whenever there's a family gathering I'm usually the one stuck looking after all of my little cousins so if I brought one of the brothers with me they would all be wondering who he is to me and would interview him just being like, "Are you his boyfriend?!?!?!"

Any chance I could get any headcanons for the brothers for this? Completely okay if you can't!

hello! yes of course :)

this request was send in more recently but I just got back from a family gathering (as of 5/25 this is very prewritten haha) and got a fresh taste of this because im the eldest cousin too! i understand your pain haha. all of my cousins are little. chasing after kids you sometimes barely know the name of in a sari, lehenga, or salwar kameez is no fun

god this will be so fun to write!! (there’s still a whole bunch of random aunties, uncles and little kids at the house so I’m hiding since I don’t get to leave until tomorrow) like yesterday, most of this was written on mobile since I’m traveling so excuse autocorrect please :)

enjoy <3

Mc who babysits their younger cousins at a family gathering w/ the brothers

Lucifer

he’s getting war flashbacks /j haha and it’s written all over his face

he left home to get away from his brothers and basically entered an environment that’s exactly the same but with easily one hundred times the people

he’s almost impressed on their ability to never shut up and now knows why you’re so good at handling his family

however, he is dadcifer™️ so he’s great with the kids, and will try his best to answer their questions, even ones regarding your relationship status

Mammon

nothing gets past kids, and they can sense his weakness when he’s talking about you. they are ruthless

before they can break him, you have to step in and tell them to pick one question each to ask. he’s not sure how you’re corralled them so well, or how you can even tell some of them apart to the point of reprimanding them for tricking him. no wonder you can keep his family in line

once he realizes your job isn’t over until the night ends and their parents come to get their kids, he tries to sneak off a few times, but he always ends up with a couple shadows and has to come back

eventually he’s resigned to his fate, and finds he much prefers the cute little babies since they’re more than happy to mess with his jewelry, and he gets to pinch their cute little chubby cheeks <3

Levi

as much as he hates it, the kids love him and whatever device he brought along to play with

after promising to replace anything they break, he sits down and plays games with them and finds out he actually enjoys it

the older ones actually engage in the game with him and ask him game related questions, which he's more than happy to answer, and the younger ones can be handed a disconnected controller and still be kept happy

this is to the point where the kids actually forget to question him about who he is, and only ask if he'll be at the next event. who is he to say no?

Satan

you’re prepared, and he thinks he is too until he gets there haha. but, he keeps it together and adapts well

you’ve thought of just about everything, from wearing extra, cheaper bangles to hand to them to keep them happy to man knowing every trick in the book to get them to finish their dinner and he can only hope to reach that level someday

he's very collected though, he tries his best to deflect their questions and keep them off that topic

however, part of him knows that's impossible and eventually he caves and just answers the questions to the best of his ability, hoping you aren't listening. never have you seen him so out of his element

Asmo

if it’s a dry event and for some reason isn’t on the dance floor, or there wasn’t one to begin with, he’s so in love with the job you hate so much haha

he’s so attentive with the kids and adores them. he’s got lots of tricks up his sleeve to keep them entertained

of course, he owns it when one kid asks if he’s your boyfriend and proudly tells them yes, he is, (even if he’s not) and answers any other questions they have even if you’re embarrassed

now, the kids look forward to seeing him and expect him everytime

Beel

he’s very chill and almost finds it enjoyable, mostly there to keep you from losing your mind

when the kids eventually decide the food they picked out wasn’t what they wanted, and instead whatever he’s eating, he’s more than happy to share with them. after, they’re you’re flesh and blood, so they’re his family too

of course he’s their jungle gym and he takes turns tossing them in the air, and giving piggy back rides

he’s not quite sure how to respond to all of their questions, but as long as you’re alright with it, he’ll answer honestly

Belphie

as a youngest himself, he’s overwhelmed. is this what he’s like?

the kids won’t let him sneak away to nap, because they’re hyper aware of everything and will catch him

honestly, he’s more annoyed than anything, but he might take a liking to a few and spend all his time with them. he feels like he’s being attacked by all the questions

he’s a lot nicer to you after that, since he realized that’s your life, and he only got a small taste of it

[belovedhoon]

deep down

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

Summary| Y/N is Jake’s younger sister, he’s very protective of her, which is why he bans his friends from trying to date her, especially Heeseung. Heeseung has a reputation for partying, smoking and not committing to relationships. Y/N has always had a crush on Heeseung but was warned by her brother of his reputation. What happens when they’re left alone because Jake forgot he invited Heeseung over to his and Y/N’s shared apartment

Pairing| Heeseung x F!Reader

Fic type/ Genre| Fluff, (slight angst)

Warnings| swearing, overprotective brother Jake

Words| 3540

Tagging| @hmusunoo and @st1llm0nster

FIC UNDER CUT!!!

“Heeseung? What are you doing here? Jake is at Jimin’s house” You said surprised, when you opened the door to see Lee Heeseung standing there on the other side. Heeseung raised his eyebrow in surprise.

“Oh? Is he? He told me to come over today…” Heeseung told you. You sighed. Your brother had a habit of making plans and then forgetting about them.

“Yes, he is. I’m sorry about that.” You said quietly. Heeseung sighed and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

“And how long will he be there with her?” Heeseung asked. You looked up, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Oh uh, I’m not sure Heeseung.” You said to him. Heeseung just chuckled and started to come towards the entrance of the door.

“Guess I’m just stuck here then until he gets back!” Heeseung said brushing past you to walk inside the apartment. You stood there shocked, before turning around slowly.

“Uh…can’t you come back later, or another day…?” You asked Heeseung confused. He just smirked.

“And miss out on spending time with you?” Heeseung said slyly. Your eyes opened wide, almost comically wide.

“W-what?!” You asked surprised by his statement. Heeseung just grinned, amused by your reaction.

“Why do you sound so surprised? I’m just saying that I want to spend time with you.” Heeseung said shrugging nonchalantly. You looked at him confused.

“Why me though?” You asked, curious to know why he wanted to hang out with you. He just shrugged.

“Because you’re the only one here, and you’re not bad company. Plus I’m bored and I already drove all the way here and I don’t feel like going home so…” Heeseung said so matter-of-factly. You stared at him for a second, your eyes squinted.

“First of all, you live in the same building as us, so you didn’t drive. And second of all, you want to hang out with me?” Heeseung chuckled again, and stepped closer to you, a playful smile on his face.

“You’re right, I didn’t drive but I did have to wait on the elevator for quite a while love, and yes I do want to hang out with you…is that so much a problem hm?” Heeseung stated, emphasizing ‘you’ and ‘I’ as you had earlier. You froze.

“N-no…just surprised is all.” You let out quietly, making a small step backward from him suddenly realizing how close he had gotten. You couldn’t think right with how close he was standing, the strong pleasant smell of his perfume messing with your head. Heeseung smirked, his eyes trailing you, head from toe.

“You seem nervous love.” Heeseung let out almost cockily. You huffed, closing your eyes for a second. ‘There he goes with that nickname again.’ You thought to yourself.

“I-I am not nervous!” You said weakly. Heeseung just grinned mischievously and took another step closer to you, now standing right in front of you.

“You’re stuttering. You’re definitely nervous.” He chuckled. You looked up at him.

“No! It’s just because you caught me off guard!” You say quietly, yet defensive. Heeseung raised one of his eyebrows, before leaning in closer, his voice lowering to a whisper.

“You don’t have to be so defensive love. I won’t bite. Unless… you want me to that is.” He smirked right after, watching as your eyes widened and your jaw dropped a bit.

“W-what?!” You basically screeched. He let out a small laugh at your flustered reaction. Oh, how he was enjoying teasing you. You just looked so cute with your comically wide eyes and dropped jaw, and the tip of your ears flushed.

“You heard me love…” Heeseung said smugly. You looked down.

“Heeseung…” You said barely above a whisper. He just smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle but firm.

“Yes pretty?” Heeseung said to you. You frowned but didn’t shrug his hand off your shoulder, if anything you reveled in the small touch.

“You can’t say things like that… Jake is your best friend, and my brother…” Heeseung just shrugged and moved his hand from your shoulder to your waist, before pulling away, his touch lingering. You could feel your skin burning from where he touched you.

“So what? Jake’s not here right now, now is he?” Heeseung said. You shook your head no. Heeseung took this as an opportunity to pull you in again, this time closer, his upper body almost touching yours.

“Then there is nothing stopping me from saying whatever I want.” He let out. You could feel your face get hot from his proximity. You were almost shaking at this point, nerves going haywire. On one hand, you really enjoyed the attention he was giving you, but he was your brother’s best friend.

“H-Heeseung…what are you doing?” You let out nervously. Heesung chuckled, his hand on your waist now gripping you tighter, his other hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“I’m just getting closer to you pretty.” Heeseung said to you. You frowned, angrily trying to push him away from you. He’s gotta be messing with you.

“Is this one of your sick games?!” You huffed out pissed. Heeseung easily resists your push and holds you in place, his grip tightening, not wanting you to run away. He leans in closer, a smirk still on his lips.

“No games, just me being honest.” He said quietly. You looked up at him, the frown still on your face.

“I-I don’t understand.” You whispered, still in shock at what was happening. Heeseung’s smirk softens, as he looks into your eyes, his gaze intense.

“You don’t understand what? That I have feelings for you?” He let out softly. Your eyebrows furrowed, your lips pouting. Heeseung couldn’t help but think how cute you looked right now.

“Why me? Why would you have feelings for me?” You asked barely above a whisper. Heeseung’s eyes softened even more. He releases his grip on your waist but doesn’t step back.

“Why not you? You’re beautiful, smart, and caring. The list could go on and on.” Heeseung whispers, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere. You looked at him intently, your voice a whisper.

“Do you…do you mean that Heeseung?” Your voice is timid, vulnerability shining through at this very moment. Heeseung smiles brightly and then he gently cups your face with his hand, his thumb tracing your jawline.

“Of course I mean it. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t pretty.” Heeseung said softly. You sigh, looking up into his eyes.

“I just don’t understand…you’re you and well…I’m just Jake’s little sister…” You say frowning again. Heeseung gently tilts your chin up, making you look directly into his eyes.

“You’re more than just ‘Jake’s little sister’ You’re your own person, with your own thoughts, feelings, and desires. And I think you’re pretty damn amazing!” Heeseung says with a proud smile. You look down frowning again, doubt forming in your mind again. What if he’s just telling you what you want to hear? I mean he does have a reputation for not sticking with women for long…

“A-are you just saying that to…get into my pants…? You ask so quietly, that you aren’t sure if he heard you. Heeseung laughs at your comment and your heart drops. You’re about to pull away but Heeseung stops you with his words.

“No, I’m not. I’m saying it because I mean it. I don’t just want to get into your pants, I want to get to know you better, spend time with you, to make you smile and laugh.” Heeseung lets out in a whisper. You look up at Heeseung, a hopeful expression on your face.

“Really?” Heeseung nods, his gaze softening once more as he looks at you.

“Really. I promise. I don’t have any ulterior motives, I just want to be with you. You look at him, eyes shining brightly in the room light.

“O-okay…I trust you.” You told him gently smiling at him. Heeseung smiles warmly, his hand still cupping your face. He caresses your cheek gently.

“Thank you for trusting me, I won’t break that trust, I promise you that.” You smile brightly at him, your eyes flickering down to his lips then back up to his eyes again.

“Now…will you kiss me finally?” You say shly. Heeseung grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I thought you’d never ask. If that’s truly what you want though?” Heeseung asks you, his gaze intense. You nod your head determined to get that kiss from him. He laughs softly at your determination, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip. He nods. He then leans in slowly, giving you time to back away, which you don’t. His lips hovering just millimeters away from yours, before finally closing the distance and kissing you softly. You kiss Heeseung back and then he deepens the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you closer to him. He nibbles gently on your bottom lip, his tongue tracing the outline of your mouth, seeking entrance. You part your lips slightly granting him access with a moan. Heeseung takes advantage of your moan, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily. He pulls you impossibly closer, his body pressed tightly against your own, as he continues to kiss you passionately. You try to keep up with his kiss, kissing him back fervently. Heeseung’s hands begin to wander, his fingers tracing the curves of your body as he continues to kiss you intensely. He gently bites your lower lip before pulling away to catch his breath.

“Heeseung…wow…that was…” You said breathlessly. Heeseung grins almost shyly, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

“Amazing? Mind-blowing?” He remarks cheekily. You smile at him.

“How about all of the above?” You let out with a giggle. Heeseung chuckles, his hands still resting on your hips.

“I-I’m glad you enjoyed it Y/N. I know I did.” He says bashfully. You smiled stars in your eyes before nodding at him.

“I enjoyed it very much…” You said cutely. Heeseung smiled, ears a bright red, before leaning in and nuzzling your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

“Good, because I plan on doing it again if you’ll let me…” He says softly. You smile shyly nodding.

“I will look forward to it Hee…” You say to him. Heeseung smiles, his breath warm against your neck as he speaks to you.

“I’m glad because I’m never gonna let you forget this moment.” He says before you both hear the jingle of the front door. You both freeze, Heeseung’s body tensing up at the sound of the door jingling. You both quickly pull away from each other and look towards the door. Your eyes widen.

“Oh shit! Jake’s home!” You whisper panicked. Heeseung curses under his breath, his expression becoming a mixture of surprise and annoyance. You look at Heeseung again as you hear Jake struggling to find the right key to open the door.

“He really knows how to ruin a moment.” You say frowning. Heeseung nods in agreement, running his hands through his hair. Jake finally unlocks the door and pushes it open. He walks in and sees both you and Heeseung standing there, his face morphing into that of confusion.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t expect to see you guys here.” Jake says to you both. You look at your brother for a second trying to process what is happening so fast.

“Oh uh…Heeseung came to hang out with you and I let him in, he was waiting for you…” You say shakily. Jake raises an eyebrow, looking between you and Heeseung.

“Really? He was waiting for me?” Jake asks skeptically. You nod quickly.

“Uh yeah? He was actually.” You say almost unsure of yourself. Jake shrugs, not questioning your response. Heeseung has been quiet this whole time watching yours and your brother’s interaction.

“Alright then. Well, what have you two been up to?” Jake asks casually. Your eyes widen and you look at Heeseung before looking back at Jake.

“Oh, we were just talking is all.” You say trying to sound normal. Heeseung nods, his expression neutral. How is he so calm? You think to yourself. You feel as if you’re going to faint from the pressure.

“Yeah bro, just chatting,” Heeseung says with a shrug. Jake raises an eyebrow again.

“Uh okay? You guys are acting weird…did something happen?” Jake asks suspicious of yours and Heeseung’s odd behavior. Heeseung chuckles nervously, trying to act nonchalant.

“Weird? We’re not acting weird. We’re just telling you what’s going on.” Heeseung said to Jake, looking at him and you.

“Yeah hah…you are the one being weird Jake!” You add nervously. Jake crosses his arms, looking between the two of you suspiciously.

“Yeah, you definitely are. You’re acting all nervous and avoiding eye contact. What’s going on?” Jake asks sternly. You pause and look at Jake and then Heeseung.

“Nothing! Look I have some homework due for my literature class…I gotta go! Bye Jake, bye Heesesung!” You say quickly and start to dash towards your room. Jake calls out to you as you start to leave.

“Wait Y/N! Don’t go yet! I want to talk to you.” Jake yells after you. You freeze.

“Can’t it wait? I have so much homework to do Jake.” Jake shakes his head, a smirk on his face.

“No, it can’t wait. It’s important. Come back here. You turn and walk back towards Jake and Heeseung slowly. You look up at Jake.

“Yes…Jake?” You ask him. Jake glances at Heeseung’s stiff posture, then back at you, who is trying to avoid eye contact with him. Jake’s smirk grows wider.

“I know you’re hiding something. Did you two break something?” Jake asks, trying not to laugh. Yeah your weird bro code, you thought to yourself. You look at Heeseung with wide eyes.

“Uh, what do you mean brother?” You ask Jake. Heeseung avoids eye contact with you, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Yeah Y/N, what are you hiding?” Heeseung remarks. You glare at Heeseung. How dare he? You thought to yourself.

“What are you hiding Heeseung?” You say sharply, emphasizing ‘you’. Heeseung looks at you with a playful expression, his eyes sparkling.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not hiding anything.” Heeseung says with a shrug.. You glare at him again.

“I’m not hiding anything either!” You say defensively. Jake chuckles, enjoying the tension between you two. Completely oblivious to the kind of tension. You two have always bickered back and forth, so this was nothing new.

“You two are definitely hiding something from me, I can tell by the way you both are acting…Just tell me what you broke, so I can fix it!” Jake lets out with a laugh. You turn to Jake with an intense glare. Why is he nagging so much?! You thought to yourself.

“Why do you care so much, Jake?” You ask exasperated. Jake raises his hand in mock surrender.

“Woah Y/N calm down. I just want to know what’s going on between you two. I don’t want there to be any secrets in this house. You sigh defeatedly.

Fine! We kissed! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” You say quickly. Jake’s eyes widen in surprise, looking between you and Heeseung. He did not expect that.

Wait! What?! You two kissed?” Jake said surprise written on his face. You sighed.

“So what about it? I’m an adult Jake!” You say to your brother. Jake scoffs, still looking between you and Heeseung who is standing there frozen with an unreadable expression on his face.

“So? You’re my sister and he’s my best friend. I don’t want to see you two involved like that!” Jake says intensely. It's your turn to scoff this time.

“Well too bad Jake! I can make my own decisions and so can Heeseung!” You say, pissed now. How can he tell you what to do? Jake crosses his arms, his expression stern.

“I know you can make your own decisions, but this is different. Heeseung is my best friend, and I don’t want to see him hurt you by messing around. He’s not good for you.” Jake says to you as if Heeseung isn’t even there. Heeseung’s face flashes with a look of hurt on his face before going back to being neutral. You glare at Jake.

“That’s not fair Jake! Heeseung is a good person!” You say to him. Jake raises an eyebrow skeptically.

“He may be a good person, but you don’t know him like I do. He’s not as innocent as he seems.” Jake says. You pause, a confused look on your face.

“What do you mean by that?” You say quietly. Jake sighs, clearly reluctant to share this information about his best friend.

“Heeseung, he has a ‘reputation’. He smokes, he parties a lot, and he’s always surrounded by girls. He’s not the kind of guy you should be messing with. Like I love Heeseung truly I do, but I want what’s best for you Y/N.”

You frown looking at Heeseung. “Heeseung…?” You ask quietly. Heeseung looks away, avoiding your gaze. He knows Jake is telling the truth.

“Yes, I do smoke and I party sometimes.” Heeseung said to you before looking away again. You look at Heeseung with tears in your eyes.

“And…the girls?” You ask barely above the whisper. Heeseung looks you straight in your eyes with a serious expression.

“There were a lot of girls, I admit. But I don’t care about them. I haven’t been with anyone since I’ve admitted to myself that I like you.” Heeseung said to you. He seemed genuine but you still had doubts.

“How do I know that? I’m different from those girls. They’re more your type.” You say nervously. Heeseung steps closer to you.

“I know you’re different. You’re not like any of those girls. You’re special. You are the only one I want.” Heeseung said, his voice low and sincere with tears in his eyes. You nod, turning to Jake.

“See Jake? He sounds genuine…” you say softly. Jake rolls his eyes, clearly not convinced.

“Just because he says it, doesn’t mean it’s true. He’s just trying to get into your pants.” Jake said. You looked down at the floor, breath shaky.

“He told me…he wanted to be with me…”You said quietly, barely audible. Jake scoffs again, his voice filled with disbelief.

“Oh, he did? And how do you know he wasn’t just saying that to get what he wanted? He’s known to be a player, so you know he’s good at sweet-talking. You look at Heeseung, who is standing there with a mixture of hurt and frustration on his face.

“Heeseung…say something…please…” You say desperately. Heeseung sighs, the look of frustration on his face deepening.

“I meant what I said Y/N. I do want to be with you. I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time! Like I said, I haven’t been with any other girls for months after I realized I’m in love with Y/N…” Heeseung said softly but firmly. You look at Jake, the tears finally flowing down your flushed cheeks.

“Why can’t you just let us be happy Jake?” You choke out. Jake’s expression softens he doesn’t like to see his little sister cry. But he still isn’t convinced, he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to be happy…it’s just I don’t want you to get hurt. Heeseung doesn’t seem like the type of guy to settle down. He’ll break your heart Y/N.” Jake says firmly. You sigh frustrated.

“Why don’t you let me find that out on my own if that’s true? I believe Heeseung. I trust him. You should too. Jake sighs, realizing he’s not going to change your mind.

“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Just be careful okay? I don’t want to see you hurt sis.” Jake says softly. Your gaze softens before you walk up to Jake and place your hand on his shoulder.

“I know Jakey, and I appreciate you looking out for me…but I’m an adult and I know how to make my own decisions.” You say to your brother. Jake nods, reluctantly accepting your decision.

“I know you’re an adult Y/N, but you’re still my little sister, and I promised our parents to look after you. I just want what’s best for you…” Jake says to you. You grab Jake into a hug and hold him tightly.

“I know Jake, I know.” You whisper to him. Jake holds you for a second before pulling away. He gives you a small smile.

“Just promise me you’ll be careful. And…if Heeseung does anything to hurt you, I’ll kick his ass!” Jake says with a chuckle. You look at him and then at Heeseung, smiles on all three of your faces.

“I promise Jake, but you know I can take on Heeseung myself!” You say confidently. They both snort at that remark. You look at Heeseung and he smiles and nods in reassurance that he’s on your side. You then look at Jake who also gives you a small smile and a nod, assuring you that he too now supports your decision.

[mynameismckenziemae]

A Little Bit Stronger

Part 5

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x OFC

Summary: Your feelings for Bradley get deeper as the time passes.

Just like everything else I write/post: this story is for 18+ only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. It will contain smut, adult themes, situations and language. Please also note this story may be triggering due to the topic of domestic abuse (physical, emotional, sexual) violence-feel free to message me with any questions before reading.

Warnings: Smut, oversharing, dry humping, dirty talk, etc.

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You call Reese while you change into something more comfortable to let her know the good news. By the time you make it downstairs, Bradley’s already outside.

He’s already got a beer for you waiting while he tosses a ball for Hank from his chair.

You don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your bare legs as you cross them.

Instead of asking about the divorce, he asks you about your parents and growing up. In turn, he tells you about Carole and Goose and losing them both so young. You learn more about the people you met last weekend at the party, how Reese’s in-laws were like second parents to him growing him, and how Ice, Penny, and Mav all stepped up too.

“You’re telling me I met the admiral and didn’t even realize it?” Your eyes widen as you try to remember your introduction, hoping you didn’t make a fool of yourself.

“Yeah,” he laughs, “Sorry, I should’ve told you, but I didn’t want to make you more nervous. He’s unintentionally intimidating as is.”

“Just a little,” you say, remembering how true that was.

“He’s extremely observant too; never let me get away with anything when I was a teenager; always saw right through it when I’d lie to my mom.”

“Maybe you’re just a bad liar,” you tease.

He smiles and shrugs, “You’re not wrong, Andy was much better at thinking on the fly to get out of trouble when we were younger.”

The conversation takes a turn toward what it was like growing up with Reese’s late husband. Your heart breaks when he tells you about how it was more than losing his best friend but losing his brother too.

“…and then,” he laughs without mirth before taking a heavy drink of beer, “I kissed his wife on the first anniversary of his death. We were both drunk, like…really drunk. Reese was such a mess that night; I’d never seen her like that. She’s always been so put-together, even with having a baby. But she had just stopped breastfeeding Drew and was so thin from all the stress. She was crying because she missed Andy, crying and saying it was a good thing she never wanted to date again because who would want someone that looked like her? And that just killed me. Andy would’ve hated her talking about herself like that…so I kissed her.”

“What did she do?” You ask, curiously; knowing grief is fickle.

“Kissed me back,” he sighs, “it was like 10 seconds. I came to my senses and pulled away. Then she laughed,” he chuckles, “and I started to cry. I don’t see her that way at all. Sure, she’s a beautiful woman but…no,” he scrunches his nose in disgust, making you smile. “God, I still feel bad about it. She and I have never talked about it since.”

“I wouldn’t beat yourself up over it,” you reply, “and from what I’ve heard about Andy from you and Reese? He wouldn’t either. Grief makes you do things you normally wouldn’t. Like staying in an abusive relationship.”

“That’s different,” he argues, handing you a third beer.

“Not really,” you sigh, “I’d taken care of countless abused women in the ER, begged them to get help, testified in court against their abusers, but when it started happening to me? I did nothing, I was numb from the grief of losing my family and it was like he knew…he knew could get away with it when I was already down.”

“But you did do something,” he argues, “you did leave him.”

You nod, “Should’ve done it sooner, but I did.”

“Cheers to that,” he nods, clinking his bottle to yours. “So what are you gonna do now as a single woman? Go on a blind date? Or to that beach he always said was too far?”

“Maybe go to New York City, or spend a week at the spa and come back knocked-out pretty,” you smile as you quote George Strait too.

“You don’t need a week at the spa for that,” he replies before taking a long pull of his beer.

You give him a small smile before looking away, hiding the heat that rises to your face at his compliment.

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“I think I should eat something before I fall asleep,” you mumble after finishing your 5th beer, well past tipsy and feeling good, “or I’m not gonna regret it in the morning.”

“I ordered pizza a few minutes ago,” Bradley smiles as he holds up his phone, “remember? I asked you what you like?”

“Oh.” You snort and shake your head. “Okay, yeah I remember now. God, I love pizza.”

He laughs, “You said that too.”

“That’s what I’m gonna do now that I’m single, eat lots of pizza, ice cream, cake, drink beer. I really do want to take a vacation too. Oh, and I decided I’m gonna order a vibrator…”

Bradley chokes on his drink but you fail to notice.

“I heard good things about a rose one? I don’t know, I’ll have to do some research first. There’s so many options. Maybe I’ll get more than one. Hey, are you okay?” You smack a sputtering Bradley on the back a few times.

“Thanks,” he wheezes, “I’m good, I think the pizzas here.”

“I can get it-whoa,” you stand up a bit too quickly but he’s there, steadying you gently by your arm.

“Thanks,” you look up into those deep brown eyes. You don’t stop your hand from reaching up to cup his jaw to run your thumb over the scars there, “You’re so…”

Beautiful, charming, funny, sweet, kind, patient…

You don’t say any of that though, and instead rock up on your tiptoes for a kiss just as he begins to lean in too.

But Hank starts barking at the doorbell when your lips are a just hairsbreadth away, startling you both.

“I’ll just…” Bradley nearly trips as he steps away, hitting his heel on the leg of the chair, “go get that.”

“Uh yeah, okay,” you say, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’ll just be out here?”

“Sounds good,” you nod, sitting back down as your heart races in your chest.

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Neither of you brings up the near kiss again. Not that night, not in the weeks that follow, nor when summer turns into fall and fall turns into early winter.

There hasn’t been another word or sighting of Chad and you find yourself hopeful that he might actually leave you alone for good. You also start seeing a therapist once a week and begin to feel like you’re starting to heal.

While still on the lookout for an apartment, you haven’t had any luck; not that you’re truly trying that hard.

Living with Bradley feels like home; more than the last one ever did.

Not only does he keep the house clean and treat Hank like he would his own; but he also does small things; things that make your tummy flutter. Like having your favorite ice cream always stocked in the freezer and bringing home a plant a few days after hearing you mention to Reese you were thinking of getting one.

You’ve gone out with Reese and Jake more times than you can count and out to a movie alone once or twice. You’ve even been included on Drew and Bradley’s boys' night “as long as you don’t tell my mom.”

It almost feels like you’re dating without the intimacy.

But you want the intimacy. You want the sex. Hearing Bradley getting off to the thought of you had awakened the libido you thought no longer existed.

It’s like he knows it too; mowing the lawn without a shirt, groaning loudly while lifting weights, sending heated glances your way when you stretch after a run, letting his hand linger on your lower back when he passes you in the kitchen.

While you were completely mortified at your drunk self for telling Bradley, you still ordered a vibrator the next day.

And have used it nearly every day in the 5 months since.

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Finished with work early on a rainy Friday afternoon, you change and walk through the bathroom to hit the treadmill in an attempt to wear yourself out before you wear out the batteries.

It doesn’t work.

You’re just as horny as you were before but now you’re tired and your right hamstring is spasming.

“Shae?” Bradley calls from the front door, “You here?”

“Yeah,” you try to keep your voice even as the back of your leg tightens further, “I’m up here. Just work-fuck! Working out.”

“Are you okay?” You heat him set down his keys and hurry up the stairs.

“Fine,” you grit out, “just a leg cramp.”

He stops by the door, eyes widening at the sight of you lying on the floor, clad in only a sports bra and tight short shorts. Your eyes do a perusal of their own, catching the dog tags lying against his white undershirt, his flight suit unzipped and tied loosely around his waist.

He looks so fucking good.

“Here,” his voice is low and husky as he kneels beside you, “try to straighten your leg.”

Your breath hitches as you feel his big, calloused hands on your thigh and ankle as he tries to help.

“Good,” he praises as your leg shakes but eventually straightens, “‘atta girl.”

Oh God.

You close your eyes as you whimper, nipples straining against the thin material of your sports bra while your pussy pulses with need.

“I know it hurts, just try to relax,” he murmurs, gently putting pressure on the ball of your foot, “you can take it, just let me stretch you.”

“Fuck,” you breathe, arousal soaking your shorts as you picture him saying those same words in a much different context.

“Here,” he says as he shifts, “put your leg up here. Yeah, like that,” he hums as you prop your ankle on his shoulder, and he leans forward, “That feel good?”

When you open your eyes he’s mere inches from your face. He’s studying your face, looking for any sign of discomfort. But the only discomfort you feel now is between your legs.

“So good,” you whisper hoarsely. His eyes meet yours and darken in realization.

You let your leg fall from his shoulder as your fingers find his dog tags, toying with them before gripping them tightly.

Your head lifts as he drops, lips almost meeting in the middle.

He softly brushes your lips over yours; once, twice before claiming them in a kiss. He’s gentle, a little tentative at first, giving you a chance to stop this.

But you don’t want to stop.

Instead, you nip his lower lip, releasing him when he shivers. He sets his hand beside your head, caging you between his strong arms. When you tug on the tags still in your hand, he takes the hint.

The constant noise in your brain quiets as he claims your lips. It could be minutes, it could be hours that pass as months of longing and tension are poured into the kiss the two of you share.

Finally…yet, you want more.

He must be thinking the same since he shifts as you pull; both gasping when he lands in the cradle of your hips.

Your eyes widen in realization as you feel him hot and hard against where you want him most.

“That’s…” you trail off when he gently thrusts, his flight suit shifting lower on his hips so the thin cotton of his boxerbriefs and your shorts separate you, “That’s why you’re called Rooster.”

He chuckles lowly by your ear while angling his hips so you feel all of him.

Yep. That’s why he’s called Rooster.

His mustache brushes the sensitive skin of your neck, and his breath catches as you wrap your legs around his waist.

A moan escapes as you break from his hips to get more air, yet you tighten the hold your legs have on him before guiding him over your clit faster and faster.

“Wait-wai-fuck,” he’s trying to say something into your neck but doesn’t fight your rhythm, instead leaning into it and giving up with a sweet, defeated sigh.

You’re lightheaded from it all; his clean-sweet and jet-fuel smell, the sounds you’re pulling from him, his ruddy-red cheeks, the building pleasure between your thighs.

“I-, I’m-,” you pant, unable to form the words as you approach the edge.

“I know,” he nods into your neck, sounding wrecked as he sloppily kisses your neck, “I know, sweetheart. Me too.”

You gasp softly, hands tightening in his hair as you shudder through your release, vaguely registering Bradley’s low groan in your ear as his cock twitches as he coats the of his boxer briefs.

He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before rolling beside you. His hand finds yours as you both catch your breath.

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Unease and embarrassment at your behavior begin to creep in with the quiet until Bradley breaks the rising tension.

“That was…really hot,” he laughs but then cringes, “and embarrassingly fast.

You can’t help but laugh too, “It’s okay. I liked it.”

“I really like you, Shae,” he turns his head to smile at you.

“I-“ you hesitate, but then remember the conversation with your therapist earlier this week about him.

“I like him,” you admit, “but it’s…isn’t it too soon?”

“That I can’t say,” she replies, “but what I can say is you’re doing everything you should be; seeking help to work through this, taking care of yourself, no longer blaming yourself for the abuse, and you also you started grieving marriage long before it was officially over.”

You nod. It’s true; you knew it was over the first time he hit you.

“Only you can decide if it’s too soon and if you’re ready,” she smiles kindly, “but don’t hold yourself back. You deserve to be happy.”

You take a deep breath.

“I like you too.”

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A/N: so…we find out a little bit more about Bradley in this chapter and the story behind what happened when he and Reese shared a grief-induced kiss. Also drunk Shae spilling all her secrets is 💯 me lol.

It took a few months but they finally kissed…and more 😏 pretty sure I could have an orgasm just from Bradley talking like that, even if it was just to help with a leg cramp haha.

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[leennaan]

Alessia Russo// Take on the world pt1

Warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety, sickness-corona, it gets a bit angsty at the end, English isn’t my first language so there could be some grammar and spelling mistakes, it got pretty long so I hope you don’t mind

This story is based on the song „Take on the world“ by You me at six. The song gets a bigger role in the next part so if you haven’t heard it before go check it out🙃

The first time that you had met Alessia was in 2019 when you started your Freshman Year at UNC.

Alessia being a Junior and also Captain of the Tar Heels soon took you under her wing.

The two of you became inseparable in a really short time.

The team started to tease you endlessly but you didn’t mind it.

Lotte was the one that made you realize that you felt a bit more than just friendship for Alessia. She came to you after a really intense practice and basically told you to make a move already. And you did. After you ignored her for a week because you got to much into your own head.

Alessia noticed your absence and forced you to speak to her. It was the best thing that she could’ve done.

„Y/N what happend? Did I do something wrong?“ She had cornered you after the last training session of the week.

You just shook your head, painfully aware of how close she was.

„Just say the word. Whatever it is. I can see, see the pain in your eyes. I care for you. You know.“

„I’m sorry. I just… it just got all too much and than Lotte got me thinking… and you are my best friend I don’t want to lose you…“

„Hey hey breath. Look in my eyes, I will never desert you.“

And you did. Her blue eyes were filled with concern and something else. Something that was reflected in your own. She was just as scared as you.

In that moment you remembered something that your father had said to you when you were younger.

„You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.“

So your took your chance, be damned the consequences.

You leaned in and kissed her, slowly and with out much pressure, prepared for her stepping back or even pushing you away but she didn’t.

Alessia tensed for just a second before she realized what had happened.

She was the one to deepen the kiss, pulling you towards her.

The both of you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your faces, that ultimately made you both stop the kiss.

„You have no idea how long I wanted to do that.“ Said the blonde when you looked at each other again.

She pulled you into a bone crushing hug. Oh how you loved Alessias hugs.

„If I didn’t make myself clear. I really really like you Lessi.“ You whispered in her ear still scared that she was somehow only messing with you.

„I really like you too. Y/n I would love for you to be my girlfriend, i care so much for you.“

Instead of giving her a verbal answer you just leaned in again and kissed her . This time the blonde striker kissed right back. It felt so right. It wasn’t your first kiss, but it felt so much better than any other kiss you had before.

Lotte would later tease the both of you that she was the reason the two of you had got together but she would shut up when the two of you started to kiss each other in front of her.

„Alright alright I stop, I don’t need to see the two of you shoving each other’s tongue down the other’s throat. O what have I done.“ Lotte shook her head disgusted but the smile on her face betrayed her. You could see how happy the defender was for you and her best friend.

Your first year at college was one of the best years of your life.

You felt like you were on cloud nine. Alessia and you were stronger than ever, wether it be on the field or off.

Alessia scored the goals, you gave the assists.

So when the new year came you were exited for what was coming.

2020 started as good as 2019 had ended. Alessia and you had both been called up for the senior team for the first time.

It was the highlight of your young career, something that you hade dreamed of since you were a little kid. But boy were you nervous and you weren’t the only one.

The day before you were meant to travel to base camp was spent with Alessia.

The whole day you could feel how nervous she was.

At lunch with your friends she zoned out every few minutes, her leg bouncing up and down until you laid your hand on her leg in silent support.

But that didn’t stop her from biting her lip.

You didn’t comment on it, just silently supporting her. You knew that she was in her own head and that it wouldn’t help her to draw attention to her fidgety nervous self.

You were glad when Alessia asked you to sleep at hers and Lottes because you knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep otherwise and also because it would help you too.

She pulled you close once the two of you had settled in bed, silently rubbing her hand up and down your back. It was not only helping her but you too. The both of you relaxing for the first time today.

“Silence the voices, that haunt you inside.” You whispered in the blondes ear and you couldn’t see her smile slightly. Glad that the both out you knew each other so well.

“You deserve to be called up, you deserve this place. You don’t have to be great, hell you don’t even have to be anything. It’s our first camp, they don’t have any expectations. Just show them what you are made of, what you train for every day. And most importantly just be you.”

You smiled proudly at Alessia and kissed her forehead.

When she looked up into your eyes she could only see trust and love.

The national camps went better than expected for you as well as for Alessia.

But shortly after the international break everything became a lot messier.

In early March you watched the news at one training, seeing how the whole world started to shut down.

You could see the uncertainty in a lot of your international teammates.

Lotte and Lessi also looking on in concern, especially when pictures from the hospitals in Italy were showed.

You could see the worry in Alessias eyes, so you pulled her into your arms, squeezing her tight.

The next evening you walked with Lotte to her dorm after class.

When Lotte opened her dorm room you saw Lessi sitting on her bed, talking on her phone, tears silently running down her cheeks.

You immediately walked over to her, pulling her into you and silently supporting her.

“Yeah mum, I… look into flights… I try to be home as soon as possible.”

She said and your heart sank.

Lotte had come over as well and had sat down on your Girlfriends bed.

Alessia ended the call and sunk into your arms.

“My Nonno got covid, he was admitted to the hospital yesterday but my Nonna said that they don’t have enough rooms anymore so he ha sto stay in the corridor.

My Mother is scared for him, the situation in Italy is escalating so quickly. She wants me home before we are not allowed to travel home anymore.” She said and you watched as more tears streamed down her face.

“My mother called me this morning. She wants me back home too.” Said Lotte and pulled her best friend into her own arms.

You remained quiet.

Of course you understood that Alessias and Lottes parents wanted them home. The virus was spreading quicker than anyone had anticipated.

But you couldn’t help but feel a bit selfish. You didn’t want them to go back to England, to leave you here in America, but most of all you were scared what that would mean for yours and Lessis relationship, but you loved her and you knew that it was the best for her to go back.

„I don’t want to leave. I know I am selfish and that it’s best to go home and be with my family but I don’t want to leave you.“ Alessia was close to tears again when she looked at you, her lip quivering.

„I know Baby, I don’t want you to leave either, but it is the right decision.“

You noticed that Lotte had slipped out of the room to give you some space and you were grateful.

You kissed her soft lips, trying to convey your own feelings, your love for her.

„Love, I think over the last few months was fortunate to get to know you and I would say that I sometimes know you better than you know yourself.“ You were glad when Less chuckled.

„Do you remember what you said to me that day, we got together? Look in my eyes, I will never desert you. I say the same to you now. I know it will not be easy, but you just need to say the word and we will take on the world together, okay?!“

The smile on Alessias face was all you needed for you to know that whatever may happen in the future the two of you would be alright. You knew that even around 6.500 kilometers wouldn’t destroy what Alessia and you had.

Still you were not prepared for the day were Alessia and Lotte actually left.

It was one week after that fateful evening. Lotte and Alessia had talked with your coaches and teachers and they weren’t the only international students that were leaving campus.

The Virus had only spread and even your own family became increasingly worried. So you too were thinking about leaving campus to go back to your family in New York.

With the pressure of international flights being canceled left and right, the English girls had booked the next possible flight. So with in 5 days they had packed their thinks and were now standing with you at the airport, luggage by there side.

All three of you had tears streaming down your faces. No one knew what the next few days, weeks or even months would bring.

„I will miss you guys! Just promise that whatever happens we stay in contact, okay?!“

Alessia was hugging you her face hidden in your hair, hands grabbing your shirt as if she could take you with her.

„I love you so much! No matter what ok? We will call and face time and we will back in no time.“ Your heart shattered hearing her broken voice. And you couldn’t help but just nod. You pulled Lotte into your hug, you would miss the brown haired defender almost as much as Alessia. She had become one of your closest friends over the last year.

„I am just one phone call away. No matter the time difference. Just call me whenever alright? You too Lotte! You don’t know how much the two of you mean to me.“

„You too Y/n. We will see each other soon.“

With one last hug you said goodbye to Lotte before pulling Lessi into you for one last time.

„I‘ll miss you so much!“ You whispered and kissed her hard. A promise of Love and forever.

„Remember, we will face the world together ok? We will be alright.“

Alessia was looking into your eyes with so much love that you could only smile before kissing her one last time.

With a heavy heart you watched as the two girls left for security. One last wave from the two and they were gone.

Gone for an unknown amount of time

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Pt 2 is already in the works so stay tuned 😀

[clairdelunelove]

smooth and sweet

könig x reader

genre: fluff! (mealtime drabble!)

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, mentions of 'fresh/bare' face but no explicit mention of makeup, mentions of könig's social anxiety, sweet!könig

synopsis: könig always waits for you before eating his meals! this time though, when you walk-in (clean and fresh faced!) after a mission, he's left speechless!

a.n. literally could not get this gentle giant out of my mind so I decided to give him a shot and write for him! still working on writing for his character but tell me what you think! :3 and as always, my kofi! much love <3

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head very full about könig's reaction to seeing you after a mission, all freshened up and glowing, and how easily he’d be choking on his words.

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he’d be tucked in the farthest corner of the mess hall, shrouded by the dim fluorescent overhead lights. his fingers tapped a rhythmic, yet impatient, beat against his tray as his pale blue eyes scan the entirety of the building. you’re late. the observation is a bit unusual since you regularly insisted on sharing a meal together. after all, it was initially your idea that you brought up to the austrian and– unable to handle the sincerity of your smile– he agreed. had profusely apologized when he speedily whipped his arm out of your grasp when you were overjoyed with his answer and couldn't help but cling to him. but now, it was common to see the two of you huddled closely over meals. didn’t matter what type: breakfast, lunch, dinner. you were there and you always identified him from the crowd. greeted him with a wide, bright grin on your face like you anticipated his presence. liked his company. and oh boy, did that realization turn his brain and heart into mush.

könig who barely bats an eye when the other soldiers pass in his general vicinity. he’ll blurt out an acknowledgment to show respect but otherwise dismisses the beginnings of a lengthy conversation from especially chatty recruits. it gets difficult for him to shut them down once they start yapping away. makes his palms sweaty because he’s overthinking the best method to casually tell them that he’s expecting someone. understands that it’s a terrible practice for him to adopt since time in the mess hall is designed so personnel can socialize with each other. eases the burden of work. relieves some of the stress. yet, his gaze is fixed on the entrance and his thigh eagerly jumps whenever the door opens. 

könig who refuses to eat his meals without you. he will always wait until you’ve started eating before he even begins to pick at his food. it’s common courtesy, or so he rehearses whenever you question him about it. you’d express your bewilderment for his habit, “it’s sweet of you but you don’t have to wait for me, ya know. I know you must be starving after training,” and hope that it convinces him. he waves a dismissive hand and murmurs a faint acknowledgement. mostly to quell your worries. but, without a doubt, is found perched with a tray of– untouched– food in front of him– that is, until you’ve settled beside him.

könig who is on the verge of giving up while awaiting your appearance. awkwardly raises a gloved hand to flag down a nearby recruit to ask, “do you know if (y/n) is here?” upon receiving an empty answer, he’ll lean back into his seat and mutter, “trotzdem danke.” rationalizes your absence. tells himself that it could be that you were simply busy– caught up in filling out paperwork, preparing for the next objective, or conversing with a superior. nothing he should take personally. supposes that perhaps it was his fault for being hopeful for your arrival. for expecting it. is afflicted with a bitter pang of disappointment– the kind that throws him into uneasiness and makes his brain all fuzzy. a feeling that he’s rather acquainted with amidst his younger years.  

könig who’s halfway in the process of lifting a forkful of food under his sniper hood when you slam your meal tray before him. the loud rattle almost knocks him over, forcing his shoulders to immediately seize up before he hears your distressed voice, “I’m so sorry, koni! got caught up in the washroom. were you waiting long?” and his heart does this unusual flip in his chest. you’re here with him. he coughs, still avoiding your gaze and smooths a hand over his hood. pinches at the edge of the dark fabric as he absentmindedly responds, “nein, nein. not long, do not worry.” you exhale heavily, the noise akin to a sigh of relief, and rest a gentle hand on his forearm, “oh, good. I was worried I was taking too long! I came back caked in gunpowder and mud from the last mission. couldn’t even recognize me underneath all that grime so I had to scrub it all off–” 

könig who unceremoniously drops his fork when his gaze finally flicks up to yours. carries out that comical ‘clink’ when the utensil connects with the side of his tray and his hands sprawl to lessen the clamor but it’s in vain because he’s not even looking at it– too engrossed in staring at you. you’re glowing. clearly you told him the truth because your face is devoid of any of the muck he remembers you were covered in. könig reasons it’s a true, vile crime that the dirt tarnished your soft features for him to appreciate. a skewed smile graces your lips, his prolonged gawking outwardly causes you to become a bit self-conscious. your fingers lift to cup one side of your face and your head slowly tilts in a silent inquiry. 

könig who blurts, “you look very refreshed.” the words leave his lips too awkwardly, beginning and stopping at odd syllables. a beat of silence passes. noticing your lack of a response, he’s aware that he ultimately just ruined the chances of a lighthearted dinner. he wrings his hands. decides to try again. “your,” he hesitates and gestures to his masked face, “nice.” this comment seems to elicit a stronger reaction because you’re thoughtfully reaching up to your own face with a breathy chuckle. yet, it’s not enough for könig. 

könig who drags a large hand down his face and bites back a curse, “verdamnnt. I can’t think.” his gaze bounces off the walls in the room, clearly exasperated beyond measure, and you vaguely understand that he’s contemplating. in the midst of his frenzy, his eyes land on you and you’re precisely reminded how gorgeous they are– eagerly lit in reverence to his current situation. “you’re radiant, no,” he taps his fingers on the table and groans, “mein gott! what is the word.” and your hand naturally reaches for him, nearly quelling his irritation, when his fist slams against the table. “pretty! very pretty,” he says at last and his eyes burn in triumph at finding a word that is undoubtedly compatible to you, “so fucking pretty.” 

könig who revels in the bashfulness that’s evident in your mannerisms. he spots the way your brows shoot up in shock when his accent seems to morph the compliment into a praise that’s headier– more provocative and therefore more potent to your racing heart. “pretty?” you decide to bait the conversation somewhere else, take the edge off of your burning face, and pry, “saying that I usually look bad, koni?” your quip causes him to short circuit and his brain has trouble keeping up with banter that he wasn’t expecting. “no,” he spits out the word, albeit a bit strongly, but doesn’t expand further– he can’t. his mouth opens and closes but no words come out. he’s sure that without his sniper hood he’d look like an utter fool. how does he manage to mess up a simple compliment? 

könig who essentially has to shove his eyeballs back into their sockets because of how ridiculously wide they become when you lean against the table. his stillness knocks a laugh out of you and at the soft noise, you glance up at him. his dark eyebrows are knit together and the sight can be tracked by how his sniper hood sits rather haphazardly over his face. he’s the image of pliable– ready to heed any desire you may have. your position serves to crowd his field of view. he gets an ample whiff of your scent; the fresh, sweet concoction that would make his knees buckle if he was standing upright or entice him to yank the fabric off his face to smell the fragrance better. pushing your face closer to könig, he instinctively shifts back (to give you some room, be respectful of your space) but freezes when your hands are on him. your fingers grasp at the edges of his sniper hood, slipping underneath so your fingernails barely graze the skin there, and he’s stuttering, “I don’t– I, uh.” his explanation breaks off at the end and perhaps it’s for the best because everything that leaves his lips is incoherent. you hum, mindful and thoroughly receptive of his jittery behavior. tilting his chin to you, a sticky gasp catches in his throat. “oh,” his voice borders a whine when your nails lightly scrape at the nape of his neck, “maus.” he blows out a long exhale from parted lips, undoubtedly trying to maintain his composure with you– that is, if he had any to begin with. you’ve got him fully weak. “what happened?” your lips curl into a teasing smile upon watching his eyes flutter at the next words that leave your lips, “cat got your tongue, big boy?” 

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

So I’m having the eye opening, I keep seeing Eddie being the trans man out of Steddie. (Who has a kid) And honestly, love that but hear me out about the possibilities.

What if Steve was in like major stealth mode. Passed so well no one thinks about it. Things are great until he goes partying at a place where he knows people don’t have a problem with him being trans. Now normally he tops with a toy but he gets drunk and he doesn’t mind bottoming. It’s not his preference because his dysphoria gets the best of him some times but he ends up having a one night stand and gets pregnant. Now no one knows he’s trans, and he’s not sure how to bring it up. He’s avoiding it and now he’s having to hide more and more. Wearing baggier clothes, ditching everyone, etc. he has this plan of just running away because he would rather run off and struggle then deal with his family treating him differently.

Though thing is everyone’s caught on and holding a intervention. Because something is up and they think it might be a code red for the upside down. They are not having another max situation. Because it seems like Steve is closing himself off. They all snuck in the house, because they’ve tried everything and Steve never lets them in unless it’s for something important. So none of them are expecting to see a half awake, half asleep steve coming down stairs with a tank top on. Stretching around his belly. That’s pretty big. Hand on it, hair pulled in a bun as he hasn’t left the house in a long time and is to lazy to cut it. He’s waddling as he moves to the calendar. Whining when he realizes he has a doctors appointment. “I suppose it’s time to figure out your gender so I can stop calling you a gremlin.” He smiles looking down at his belly. It doesn’t hit the younger kids, but it’s slapping all of the adults who are now quickly pulling the kids back who are getting kicked out silently. Steve hears the door closing and is nearly pissing himself when he sees all of the older teens and adults staring at him with wide eyes. He’s booking it out of the room slamming his door shut behind him. Coming back down with a baggier sweater pointing at the door and screaming for everyone to get the fuck out. Nearly in tears. Actually no his hormones are all wacky that he’s crying angrily

All of them refuse to. Robin moving and hugging him. “Oh my god, I thought you were being vecnaed this is so much better.” She’s careful of his stomach.

Anywho time skip to steve having the baby and everyone falls in love. Everyone never calls steve mom again, all jokingly call him dad. Though on occasion they’ll joke about him being their mom, but not in a way that makes Steve uncomfortable. The baby being baby sat by Joyce and Hopper excitedly. Hopper who isn’t fond of the child but is always found sleeping in his rocker with the brat curled up on his chest. Now Murray and the kids are the only ones not allowed to be near the baby unsupervised. Murray because Steve doesn’t trust him. He’s the crazy uncle that’s to crazy while Eddie is crazy but not crazy enough to put a baby in danger.

Just a gay Eddie who doesn’t change his sexuality all because Steve is trans. Steve is a guy through and through which still makes Eddie gay. He’s happy either way. There’s more in life then just sex and he doesn’t mind getting railed by the other. Though he’s the one that gets the closest to the baby. She/he love him the most. Playing with his curls, giggiling when ever he messes around with her. He Carrie’s the child by the diaper like a purse sometimes. Just him helping with the child, though Wayne meets the baby when Steve comes over to beg Eddie to help him get them to sleep. Eddies not home but Wayne is and puts the kid asleep fast. Humming as they both watch sports tv and both pats out. (There’s a poloroid that Eddie took of them sleeping like that)

Just yeah.. this is my dream now

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Everything Has Changed

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Princess!Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: kidnapping, angst

Summary: Your life hangs in the balance when it takes a dangerous turn. People are after the Princess of Yacleira, and they’ll do whatever possible to make sure they get what they want. Ben is called down to America to help out in any way that he can. After all, you’re still his Princess and he still has a duty to uphold.

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Square Filled: kidnapped au (2021) for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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Spencer walks into work the next day with his head hung low and a frown on his face. He didn’t even stop to get coffee which is shocking since he always has a craving for the sugary substance. Penelope and Derek walk out of the break room together and see how sad Spencer looks.

“Hey, you didn’t come back yesterday. How did it go?” she asks.

“She denied it all. I don’t know if I can be with someone who isn’t truthful.”

Penelope must have told Derek what happened because of what Derek says next.

“All you do is talk about this girl, man. I know how much you like her.”

Spencer can only shrug.

“Maybe there is a reason why she’s being so cagey. Maybe she’s scared of something.”

Spencer feels bad for not giving you time to explain yourself. It just came as a shock when he found out the girl he really likes isn’t the girl he likes at all. You’re someone different from a world he knows nothing about. He isn’t stupid. He saw the look of panic on your face when he showed you the articles. You’re scared but he mistook it as being guilty. Maybe you were but he shouldn’t have reacted that way.

“I’ll go back to her place later and talk to her. Right now, we have a case.”

Spencer forces you to the back of his mind so he can focus on his job. You don’t know what happened after you fell asleep in Don’s car but you have a feeling of dread that something isn’t right. You open your eyes and roll your head to the right since you’re still kind of out of it. The first thing you notice is a woman sitting behind a computer typing furiously. She hasn’t noticed you yet so you scan the rest of the room in curiosity.

There is a younger man with a boy-band haircut standing over a collection of knives. He grabs one of them and twirls the blade in his hands as if he’s trying to get used to the weight of it. Sitting on the couch to the left are two men relaxing--one of them has his arms draped over the back of the couch and the other has his right leg crossed over his left. You blink furiously to get your vision to focus because you recognize one of the men sitting on the couch.

“Jacob?”

All three men and the woman look in your direction when they hear your name.

“Ah, look who’s awake,” Jacob grins.

“What is going on?”

Panic sets in and you look down to see yourself tied to a chair in the middle of the room. You yank on your restraints but whoever tied you down did a good job in making sure you won’t go anywhere.

“Struggling is only going to make it worse.”

“What is going on?” you ask again, this time more sternly. It doesn’t take a genius to realize you’ve been kidnapped. Where is Don? The last thing you remember is being in a car with Don. Yes, you were escaping. Oh, Spencer, I messed up. “Please, whatever you think I have, I don’t so you may as well just let me go.”

The front door into the house opens and you see someone you trusted walk in. Don heaves a black duffel bag onto the coffee table and points to the man who has his leg crossed over the other. He doesn’t say a word as he grabs the bag and opens it. Don hasn’t taken his eyes off you the whole time, not even as he approaches you. He grabs the armrests of your chair and leans down closer to you, and you crane your neck back to put some distance between you two.

“Don?”

“You’re going to make us a pretty penny.” He sees the look in your eyes. “God, you’re so trusting sometimes. You didn’t even bother checking to make sure I was Don.”

“What?” you whisper.

“My name is James and your mother and father would pay a great amount of money to get their daughter back, the Princess of Yacleira.”

You look around the room and see pictures of you as a barista and as a princess all over their wall. How could you not see James for who he really was? Mr. Boy-Band looks at you from the kitchen with a slight grin as he continues to twirl the knife in his hands.

“Are you going to hurt me?” you ask, looking at him with unshed tears in your eyes.

“Not if you behave. I’m not one for torture but Ryder is,” you look at Mr. Boy-Band who slams the sharp end of the knife into a cutting board, “and he won’t be gentle about it. Jacob and Kellen,” you look at the two men on the couch, “thrive on psychological torture. Macy,” you look at the woman behind the computer, “will go after the ones you love. You have no power here.”

“You won’t get away with this,” you glare.

“Oh, princess, we’ve been getting away with it before you stepped foot in this country.” He takes out a small digital camera from his pocket and aims it at you. “Say cheese, princess.”

He takes your picture knowing how scared and vulnerable you look. Please don’t hurt Spencer. Anyone but him. When Spencer got his lunch break, he headed over to your house to try and salvage whatever was left of your relationship. He tried calling you before he left but it wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t answer. He knocks on your door and waits but after five minutes of waiting, he frowns.

“Who are you?”

Spencer turns to see an older muscular man standing on the sidewalk in front of your house.

“Spencer Reid. Who are you?” Spencer asks.

“My name is Benjamin and I’m trying to find Don Stockwell.”

“Yeah, he lives here with a young girl. I’m trying to get ahold of her but she isn’t answering. No one is answering the door which is a little concerning.”

“What do you mean?”

“I found out something about her and I didn't take it well. That was yesterday, and I was coming over here to apologize but she isn’t answering.”

Benjamin steps up to the door and takes out a key that he uses to get inside. Benjamin goes into protective mode and searches the place from top to bottom while Spencer stays by the front door, unsure of what to do. He doesn’t want to snoop but he also doesn’t want to leave. Ben seems like he knows Don well enough to do this, and Spencer has too many questions to want to leave right now.

“Where did they go?” Ben asks.

“I don’t know.” Ben approaches the basement door that is locked with a padlock. He takes out small bolt cutters and removes the padlock by force. “Do you always keep bolt cutters on you?”

“Stay up here.”

Benjamin walks down the stairs into the basement, glad that Spencer can at least follow directions. The basement is like any other with boxes and other junk piled up in different corners. However, there is a large ice chest by the far wall that’s plugged in. He walks over to it and opens the top, his heart dropping at the sight of his good friend stuffed inside with a bullet hole in his head. Don is dead and from the looks of it, he’s been dead for a while, possibly before you came to America. He closes the ice chest and walks back upstairs where Spencer is still waiting.

“What’s wrong?”

“What makes you think something is wrong?”

“I’m an FBI profiler. Don’t lie to me.”

“I can’t talk about it,” Ben sighs.

Ben moves around Spencer to leave the apartment but Spencer’s words stop him.

“Does this have something to do with Yacleira?”

“What did you say?”

“I know Y/N is a princess. Of Yacleira, right?”

“How do you know that?”

“Like I said, I’m in the FBI.”

Ben decides to take this leap of faith and trust Spencer because help from him is better than no help at all. He and Spencer walk to the kitchen table and sit down so they can talk.

“My name is Benjamin and I am the sole bodyguard of Princess Y/N.”

“Bodyguard? You let her leave Yacleira alone?”

“Listen, kid, she was miserable over there. She is at that age where she needs to marry, and her parents arranged for her to marry Prince Henry of Vosharia. You should have seen the tears in her eyes every time she had to do something wedding-related. I saved her from something far worse, trust me.”

Spencer didn’t know this ran so deep.

“What happened next?”

“I had this friend, Don Stockwell. We used to be in the Navy together. I got in contact with him and he offered to look after her, to give her a normal life. I needed to be as far away from this as possible but I thought she’d be safe here.”

“You said had. Don’s alive, isn’t he?”

“No. His body is downstairs in the basement stuffed into an ice chest. Whoever she’s been staying with isn’t Don.”

“I shouldn’t have left yesterday,” Spencer sighs in guilt.

“How do you know her?”

“We met in the coffee shop. She worked there. She’s amazing and I fell for her immediately.”

“Do you love her?”

“I don’t know,” Spencer mumbles. “I shouldn’t have left yesterday.”

“It wasn’t your fault. It’s mine. I’m the one who let her go without checking to make sure Don was okay.”

“Does her parents know?”

“That I was involved? No. They sent me here because of a photo of you two leaving a restaurant.”

“Yeah,” Spencer sighs. “I didn’t know why she was panicking all night. I thought she was nervous.”

“I need to know who she is staying with. Can you help me with that?”

“Yeah.” Spencer checks the time on his watch. “I gotta head back anyway.”

“What are you going to do about the dead body in the basement?”

“I’ll call it in.”

Spencer does on his way back to the BAU with Benjamin following closely behind. JJ hasn’t presented a new case so Spencer hopes they can focus on this one until you’re back in your own bed safe and sound. Her own bed back in Yacleira where she belongs. Spencer casts his eyes down as he tries not to think of what you two will mean after they find you. He gathers everyone in the briefing room and explains what is going on.

“So, she’s really royalty?” Penelope asks.

“Yes, and she is the only heir to the throne, so I’d like to find her sooner rather than later.”

“Prentiss, take JJ with you to the Coffee Shop and ask around about her. Someone might have seen something,” Hotch says, and both women leave. “Garcia, I need everything you can on Don Stockwell.”

“Don is dead inside the house. He most likely died before she even stepped foot into this country.”

“I know, but something in his history might tell us something about the man she’s been staying with.”

“You’ve met him, right?” Ben asks Spencer who nods. “Is there anything you can tell me about him?”

“He has a huge scar running across his face. His hair covered some of it but I noticed it.”

“Fuck,” Benjamin curses. “Pardon my French.”

“Do you know this man?” Rossi asks.

“Yeah, I’m the one who gave him the damn scar. His name is James Volkov and he’s been after the princess for quite some time now, even in Yacleira. He attempted to overthrow the throne a couple of years ago, but the farthest he got was the front door. She never even saw him or knew he was after her. Her mother and father forbid me to mention it to her.”

“Let’s see what kind of dirty stuff James has in his closet,” Penelope says, typing on her laptop. “Not much is known about him except he was born in raised in Russia. Went to prison in Russia. Fled Russia. He’s been hiding in the States on and off for the past ten years.”

“Yeah, he owes a lot of people money and he thinks by overthrowing the Richmonds, he’ll get the money to finally be free. He knows damn well if he steps foot in Russia, he’d get arrested no matter how much money he has.”

“Can you track him?” Hotch asks Penelope.

“That’s easier said than done. He’s only ever used burner phones, he used a car he paid for with cash, rented monthly with Don’s name, and avoided all cameras that I can see. I only have him in view of a camera when he went to see Y/N at the Coffee Shop, and their house isn’t in the way of any cameras.”

“What about her phone? She must have had it with her when she went missing, right?”

“If he was desperate enough, he might still have it with him,” Rossi says.

Penelope types into her laptop and pulls up the signal from your phone.

“It’s pinging off three cell towers. It’s going to take a hot minute to track it.”

Ben takes out his phone and calls Kylen to report his findings. He doesn’t have to wait long knowing Kylen is eager for some news.

“We got something here. James Volkov--”

“That bastard?”

“What is it, Kylen?” Benjamin hears Calliope on the other side, her voice faint.

“He fled to America and posed as someone Y/N trusted. He’s been taking care of her but kidnapped her. We’re trying to locate both of them right now.”

Kylen covers the phone with his hand and relays the news to the King and Queen. Even with the speaker covered, Benjamin can hear Calliope cry for her daughter. Benjamin waits five seconds, then ten, then twenty. Something is happening over there or else Kylen would have torn Benjamin a new one for sending her here. It won’t take a genius to figure out his involvement.

“What is it?” Ben asks.

“We got something. An email.”

“An email?” Hotch and Rossi look at Ben who then places Kylen on speakerphone. “What did the email say?”

“A ransom note for Y/N’s safety, demanding one hundred million American dollars.”

“How do we know they actually have her?”

“It’s better for you if you see for yourself.” Kylen sends over the email that Benjamin looks over. His blood runs cold when he sees a picture of you tied and gagged with tears running down your cheeks. “If they don’t comply in twenty-four hours, they’ll remove a limb for each hour past it.”

“Kylen--”

“The King and Queen are heading down there right now to deal with this directly. You better have a good story as to why Don Stockwell was supposed to be the person she was to meet, and why you two were Navy buddies.”

Kylen hangs up without waiting to hear what Benjamin says. He taps the end of his phone on the table in thought and Penelope’s laptop pings.

“I got her phone’s last known location.” Penelope puts the map on the big screen so everyone can see it. “It’s at a gas station on the edge of town.”

“I’m not surprised he ditched it,” Ben grumbles.

JJ and Emily come back from the Coffee Shop with a notepad in Em’s hands.

“So, there is nothing on James or Don, but we did get someone that visited her a few times during her employment. They didn’t get the name of the man, but the manager, Cindy, was able to provide a description. We looked back on the cameras and we told her to send it to you,” JJ says to Pen.

Penelope pulls up the cameras and clicks into the video file that was sent over to her. As clear as day, the man who visited you is on camera. Benjamin shakes his head, having not recognized the man.

“I don’t know who that is. I’ve never seen him before.”

“Should I release this to the press?” JJ asks.

“Wouldn’t that pressure them to hurt Y/N?” Benjamin asks.

He might not have been with you for a few months, but he is still your bodyguard. He still cares for you.

“He might be right,” Rossi says.

“No, not yet. Not until we have more information,” Hotch says to her.

Ben resumes tapping his phone on the table. He should have never let you leave Yacleira. At the very least, he should have checked to make sure Don was doing okay. He wanted to give you as normal life as possible which meant cutting you off from Yacleira and its people as much as he could. On the other hand, Spencer feels guilty for leaving you yesterday. He should have given you a chance to explain.

Maybe then your life wouldn’t be hanging in the balance.

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx & Ekko having a crush

Requested by RaineRin13 on wattpad- Can you do one on how they react with us after they found out they like us (like if they act normal or get flustered since they like us)?

VI

Vi didn’t really have a moment where she “found out” she liked you, per say

The feeling was just kind of always there

You both had known each other for a while

Vi and you were always pretty close, some people would say a bit two close

Zaun wasn’t a really place where anything was out of the ordinary, everything was normal

I think the moment Vi realized that you and her weren’t normal friends was when Vi saw two women in a relationship

Either it be in a TV show Vi saw passing by a shop, or in the streets or in the bar

Vi noticed how they acted around each other

And that got the gears turning and Vi realized you both sorta acted like that

Vi knew those women were in a relationship, but you two were not

So Vi started thinking about it, did she wanna be in a relationship with you?

And Vi realized she did, so she didn’t think of you just as a friend

She liked you

And Vi didn’t really know how to feel about it

Vi didn’t know if you liked her back or anything

She didn’t wanna mess anything up

But this is not a if

She was always flirty, even when you two were younger

Girl was always saying something a friend shouldn’t say to another friend

You follow?

She didn’t really know how to say it

Does she just go “Hey! I know you’ve been my friend for like years and all but I like you. You like me back or nah?”

No. She does not.

So she relied on her actions to tell you she liked you

Please pick up on it

Or this is gonna go along for years

(It in fact did go along for years.)

CAITLYN

Caitlyn has always been a sorta loving woman

But it was always different with other people and you

When Caitlyn started having feelings for you she immediately noticed

She didn’t know how to really deal with them

She never had been in a relationship

And Cait was a sorta hopeless romantic, if that's what they’re called

She was terrified of rejection

So she kinda got awkward around you

Then realized she was being awkward and fixed that

Not a lot though

She was mixed with awkward, anxious, flirty and loving all at once

She acted always different around you after she had those feelings surface

And in the early stages when she realized and you did anything for her?

Or to her, like hug her, smile at her, even fucking say her name

I’m sorry but this amazing woman doesn’t know what to do and is sorta frozen

She is kinda flustered a lot around you

Hopefully this will end when y’all get together

Hopefully soon because she doesn’t know how much longer she’ll last

JINX

Jinx was very affectionate, a sorta clingy person mixed with a lot of fucking issues

So she had some friends, some crushes along through the years but she was never really that into them

Most lasting a week or two before running off

But when you came along? 

Jinx didn’t know she liked you

She didn’t like a lot of people

She knew she cared for you

She hung around you, you thought she acted normal but her normal wasn’t very “normal” 

I don’t know how to describe it really

Jinx doesn’t get flustered a lot but she does when she does anything really affectionate with you

Or y’know when those people in movies are hanging out and laughing and one sorta stops and just stares at the other?

The staring one is Jinx when she realizes slowly she cares for you a lot more than others

She kicks up the affection

She acts normal around you for the most part

She did more things for you thats for sure

She was protective alot but it just got more and more over time

Get a new friend? 

“Who are they? When’d you meet ‘em? How did you meet ‘em? Can I meet them? Why not? Do they know about me?”

God forbid you find someone that likes you

Jinx shuts that shit down so quick

I mean, she’s Jinx. The mention of her or a mere thought or her presence scares the shit out of anyone

So she uses it to her advantage

She sticks around you 25/8

Never lets you go

When she likes you, she likes you

No way out of it

EKKO

Ekko knew what it means to like someone or be in love with them

He saw a lot of his friends in the firelights in love

He never experienced it for himself though

He wanted to though

And then you came along

Ekko wasn’t really familiar with the feelings he felt when you were around

He just knew he looked at you differently than the others

Scar had told him that

He didn’t even notice till his friend pointed it out to him

Ekko didn’t really know how to deal with his feelings or why he felt that way about you

He just knew he did, and he liked feeling happy when he saw you

For the most part, he acted normal with you

He just smiled more, laughed more and hanged around you a lot more

He was also more close to you

He hugged you a lot, Ekko liked putting his arm around your shoulder or around your waist

He liked doing things for you

He also liked making things for you

But if you ever reciprocate or be the first to give him something or give affection yourself when he doesn’t expect it?

He gets a little flustered and a bit blushy

He doesn’t know what to do truly

But he hopes his feelings lead to somewhere with you

And he didn’t know that they would 

Soon enough